Monday, 30 March 2009

Swans and plans

Last night was a Surrey Swans evening. The first one of Spring. I’m told that this can be significant because it’s the first one of the year that involves travelling to the venue in what still is, just about, daylight.

I remember the first little dash that I made from the front door to the car door in daylight with a dress and makeup on. Heart rate was definitely a little faster than normal. It’s quite a challenge.

I’ve no real idea what the neighbours have seen of Andrea. No one has said anything.

A tgirl that I know that is separated from her partner did tell me once that, after the separation, the partner had commented on the fact that she’d seen the new girlfriend driving the car around town. In fact, the new girlfriend wasn’t a girlfriend … she was the tgirl. Maybe it’s only a matter of time before someone asks who the strange blonde woman is that keeps popping in and out of the house?

It was, as ever, good to see people and to chat. The chance to dress and makeup means more to me and makes more difference to me than I often realise. It seems like hassle sometimes … shaving and makeup are definitely hassle. But there’s something about the whole experience … a kind of transformation … that makes it more than worthwhile.

It was nice to get to know Tanya a little and to share something of our own experiences. Our wives have quite a lot to get to grips with.

A date is now set for Susan, Julia and myself to call in at the bridal wear shop for a trying-on evening.

Claire, who works at the shop came across this blog and emailed me ages ago asking if I and a few friends might fancy an evening at the shop trying things on and maybe buying something if there was anything we especially liked. It’s taken a while, but, at last,  April 23rd is the date.

I bought a pair of white shoes last week in the hope that they’ll go well with the dresses … oh and also a pair of pink ones. My male counterpart has never had so many shoes as Andrea. Most TV’s that I know share the same excessive shoe experience. I think the evening will be a lot of fun … 

Tuesday, 24 February 2009

Swans and Brides

Last Sunday, being the last one of the month, was a Surrey Swans get together.

I first visited there way back in July 2007 or thereabouts. I enjoy it a lot. I’ve always found it to be a lovely friendly and accepting kind of environment. Just as are the TV dinners.

Billie and Cathie are people that have helped me a lot. Both Surrey Swans and the TV dinners are things that they organise. And I know quite a few tgirls ... including myself ... who’s wives or partners have had a chance to get a first opportunity to meet another TV in an atmosphere where they didn’t feel outnumbered.

In fact, there are many people now that have helped me a lot through their acceptance of the alternative kind of me.

I spent a while chatting with Laura. All kinds of stuff. How nice it might be to have a how to apply makeup hints and tips evening. There’s a lot we can learn from each other I’m sure ... Laura’s eyes are especially immaculate. The challenges and the pleasures associated with the whole tgirl thing. Reminiscences of Pink Punters and Sparkle. And some of the whole tgirl philosophy kind of thing. The why’s and wherefore’s. We don’t really have answers other than knowing that it’s a part of who we are.

I come up with the idea that it would be fun to practice putting makeup on my wife. There is still some way to go on this one, though.

There was time as well to chat a little with Andrea (there are two Andreas that frequent the Swans), Susan, Billie, Cathie and Emma. Tina managed to sneak in without me seeing her.

Claire runs a florist / bridal wear shop somewhere in Berkshire. Last year she somehow came across my blog and emailed to ask if I and friends fancied the idea of an evening at the shop trying things on. At last there seems to be a real chance that this will happen ... Laura, Susan and Julia are interested as well as me. So far I only have an outline idea of how it will work ... but if it happens I’ll post pictures and stuff here.

Am I a Trans Femme Addict?

I know. I admit it. It must be an addiction.

Anyway, a couple of weeks back I paid Tracey and Nikki another visit (http://www.trans-femme.co.uk/).

I am improving in some ways. I don’t feel it to be so absolutely essential to take along 5 pairs of shoes, 5 skirts, four dresses, 4 shirts ... I am almost able to plan what I’d like to wear on the basis that I’ll wear three outfits and just take those.

Well almost only those.

But it still needs an awfully big suitcase for a three hour trip.

It’s nice though.

I really enjoy just sitting there and being made up. I remember distinctly the first time that happened at Fiona Floyds. I had no idea what to expect and was amazed! It seemed to take forever. And how hard it was not to blink as the eye liner and mascara approached my eye ball.

The chance of a cup of tea and a chat and the photos are great as well. The experience doesn’t lose any of its magic.

The making up and dressing and photographic experience is, I know, life changing for people.

For me there was, and is, something very special about being accepted as who I am. To be myself and to not have to feel guilty about a part of me.

The photo shoot was unusual for me in that Tracey took some of the pictures and Nick took some as well. The specially nice thing is how easy they make it to pose and enjoy the experience.

Anyway ... here is a small selection of the pictures.

And no ... the ropes were not fastened tightly enough to keep me completely subdued. And it was much easier to smile than it was to put on an appearance of fear and trepidation.














Sunday, 15 February 2009

Sore wrists and Pink Punters


I spent a week working in Bristol recently. That was a male-mode thing. Apart from the snow it was fine.

The hardest part of the week was Friday.

Friday morning quite a while after the day began ... round about 8:20 am in fact ... I look out the hotel window to see if I should get a taxi to the place that I am working. How much snow is there out there ... and will there be any taxis?

It doesn’t look too bad – and after all ... there is a taxi rank just outside Marks & Spencer’s – and that’s only a really short walk from the hotel.

Off I set. Pulling the suitcase along – the wheels skidding in the slush. Ice might have been easier.

I arrive at the taxi rank. And there are no taxis.

The suitcase feels heavy. There’s a build up of snow and slush around the wheels.

Also it’s snowing. Cold wet snow.

And the laptop computer in the other bag seems really heavy.

And it’s tricky to juggle everything and keep an umbrella in position.

It seems like a long, long walk. About 30 minutes – but it seems longer.

Every once in a while I stop to re-juggle things around.

At least I don’t slip.

At last I reach the office block.

The first set of doors open automatically.

The second set of doors revolves.

I pick up the pen to sign the visitors book.

And my hand doesn’t work!

It’s not the cold ... my hands are warm.

I obviously am totally unaware of my own strengths and weaknesses.

My wrists are worn out!

In retrospect it makes me smile ... there are much pleasanter ways to get sore wrists than dragging suitcases through the streets of Bristol.

Have you ever tried writing without moving your wrists – just shoulder and elbow movements?
Well ... that’s how I had to do it. The handwriting was appalling – so not much difference there then.

Strange ... carrying the suitcase again was easier than moving the pen around.

It’s almost 10 minutes before I can type.

Saturday 7th February was a Pink Punters night – a thing a few of the girls from Surrey Swans organised a couple of weeks ago.

I spent parts of the week wondering if it would be worth the hassle. The snow ... the way it takes up the whole weekend.

And yet, as ever, I loved it.

My Friday night preparation included toe and fingernails. Nail polish that is.

I still have a problem with my left foot. We went walking in France last summer – in preparation for the hiking in Nepal. One of the end results of the time in France was the loss of the nail of my left big toe.

I do have a bit of a history when it comes to losing big toe nails. I guess I am just careless. When the kids were younger we often went skiing – and almost every year that we did I lost a toe nail. It was either the ski boots that were weird or the shape of my feet. One year I lost both big toe nails ... but one of them was because someone trod on it a week before the ski trip.

Missing toe nails didn’t used to cause me a problem.

In the days of nylon stockings and nail polish things are different. I mean ... there is nowhere for the nail polish to go.

I do have part of a nail now, at least.

There were hassles with my fingers as well.

Initially they were bright pink – but way too blotchy. So I had to clean them off and they ended up being purple.

All of this is part of a cunning plan to prepare for Saturday. I know that trying to fasten a suspender belt to the top of a stocking spells disaster for freshly painted nails!

Come Saturday, the rest of my Pink Punters preparation ritual kicks in.

Bathe.

Shave. Resulting in just a tiny cut on my leg.

Shower.

Pack.

Packing is always a challenge. What do I need to take ... what if I forget something critical? My hair?

What will I wear? In the end I just choose a couple of options. Short black dress or a skirt and a black shirt.

I discover I have a vast number of hold up stockings and so select enough to cope with accidents.

A couple of weeks ago I bought some lip stuff. The idea is you paint it on your lips and it stops the lipstick wiping off.

I decide to give it a try before I go and it seems to work, so I pack that as well. But I take my Maybelline lippy stuff as well – I know for a fact that this stuff stays on lips once it has been painted in place.

The drive towards Milton Keynes is pretty uneventful.

At the hotel everything is fine. It’s pretty quiet.

I’m sharing a room with Nikki. Nikki arrived earlier and is currently touring the local shops.

As I unzip my toiletries bag I notice that it smells especially fragrant and realise that my toothbrush will likely taste of Britney Spears perfume for a while. I make a mental note to pack it separately on the return journey.

As I shave my face I hear a knock on the door. Do I answer it? This would have been a trickier decision to have made if I had been wearing lingerie. It’s a lady with a hand towel.

After the shave comes moisturiser and clothing.

Suspender belt and stockings ... the hardened nail polish survives the experience quite well.

Panties.

Bra. Breasts ... silicone. I remember reading information about these saying that you shouldn’t sleep in them. So far I have observer the warning, not wishing to wake up with a punctured pair.

Short black dress.
To be replaced by a medium length flowery skirt and black shirt.

Then the makeup. The usual kind of stuff. Max Factor foundation. Translucent powder ... eye shadow, liner, mascara, blush, lip liner, lipstick lip cote.

Hair.

Jewellery.

There are occasional little interruptions.

A text from Laura – she and Billie have arrived. I phone and we plan to meet in the bar in a while – along with Emma.

Nikki arrives back as well and needs to get re-made up for the evening. She made up and got dressed low-key for shopping. At first I am impressed at how long Nikki’s dress is – at least a foot longer than her usual attire. However, then I notice that the bottom 12 inches or so is kind of a pretence – just strands of cloth. Makes me smile.

Eventually we head for the restaurant. Billie, Laura and Emma are there already.

Food, wine, conversation and a few pictures.

Billi and Emma.


Billie, Emma, Laura, Nikki and me.


Laura and Nikki.

Nikki and me.
The gang of four.
Holding up the wall:



Then a chance to change – I take the opportunity to do a repair job on my lips – the lipcote and lipsticks is replaced by Maybelline lip paint.

Eventually we cross the road heading for Pink Punters.

And it is cold.

And icy.

But it isn’t raining or snowing.

It takes a little longer than usual, but we all get there with no real mishaps. Nikki is cheating by wearing a pair of sensible shoes – the stilettos are packed in her handbag.

The next few hours are really pleasant.

A few drinks and dances. Pleasant conversation.

Nikki has a label at the back of her dress that keeps poking out. Every so often someone or other dances past and slips it back down.

After a trip to the ladies, Nikki tells us that she was asked by a girl that had a fairly tight pair of trousers on if there was a camel toe visible.

It still amazes us – how different the feminine and masculine worlds can be.

We begin to plan a group trip for lunch or maybe dinner at the Cafe Rouge in Windsor.

I’ve tried some party feet things in my shoes tonight – kind of jelly cushions that help stop the pain. But I’m not convinced that they help. I have the feeling that there isn’t a way of making “dancing in 4.5 inch heels” into a painless experience. But, I must admit, even if it hurts it is more fun than dancing without heels.

There is a girl wearing a corset, very short shorts and fishnet tights that attracts a lot of attention.

Another in a cute black dress with pink trimmings.

Laura occasionally reveals a little more leg than intended.
Guess who ...


Emma remarks that I am wearing more than she expected ... I just smile uncomprehendingly.

Billie manages to keep all suspender belt fastenings fully fastened.

At about 3:30 am we head back to the hotel. It’s a mildly tricky sort of journey – still plenty of ice and snow around ... and 4.5 inch heels are tricky at the best of times.

The ending of another really nice day!

Sunday, 11 January 2009

Of Sexualty and Gender

Towards the end of last year (December 23rd) I was, as usual, listening to the radio on the way to work.

There was a story about some words of the Pope. The same story was included in the news headlines on television and featured in headlines on Google news.

I haven’t read the actual words that were written and spoken – my Italian isn’t up to it. So my thoughts are based on second hand accounts.

On the radio, the suggestion was that the Pope had said that issues of humanity and gender need to be addressed and dealt with just as urgently as issues of the environment.

Reports say that no mention was made of homosexuality. But people seemed to be making accusations of homophobia. The implication seemed to be that gays, lesbians and the transgendered were posing a threat to the survival of the human race that was on a par with the threat posed by Global warming.

There were two ladies on the radio sharing their views on what the Pope had, or had not, said.

The first, who always referred to the Poe as “The Holy Father”, made the point that homosexuality is patently wrong – not just because the Church says so – but because biology and science say so. If everyone was homosexual then the human race would be doomed. Where would all the children come from?

There seemed to be a certain irony in this statement. The thought crossed my mind. If every man became a priest, or every woman a nun, then the human race would be doomed in just the same way. Where would all the children come from?

Of course, I don’t think that it is expected that every man should be a priest nor every woman a nun. But, nor do I expect every man and woman to be gay.

Ma y years ago, in my born-again evangelical days, I wrote an open letter to the University magazine at the place where I was a student. It expressed similar sentiments to those voiced by the lady on the radio. It seemed obvious to me that nature didn’t design people to be homosexual. I remember a small delegation of representatives from the Anglican Society, the Catholic Society, the Christian Union and the Methodist Society dropped by to congratulate me. It makes me smile to think about this – I know for sure that we did not all agree on doctrines such as the Virgin Birth, the Immaculate Conception, Papal infallibility or lots and lots of other things. But homosexuality was something we all felt the same way about.

Of course, people change - me too. And although Margaret Thatcher may not have been a lady in favour of U-turns, I’m happy enough to have made a few of them myself.

In my student days my feelings about homosexuality were strongly affected my understanding of what the Bible was. As a Bible believing Christian, all my beliefs and feelings were affected by this – in theory at least. I fell into the “typical conservative” camp as described at http://www.religioustolerance.org/hom_bibl.htm . It was because I believed that the Bible was the Word of God and that the Bible condemned homosexuality that I wrote my letter to the University magazine.

In fact, I have always realised that the way that Nature works is not always the way that societies want to work. For example, Nature seems to select and favour the strong and allows the weak to pass away. Natures answer to high death rates seems to be to work towards even higher birth rates.

There was a time when I would have explained this contradiction between Nature and Society in terms of the “fall”. I believed that, in some ways, Nature had become broken when humanity decided to turn away from God. But not completely broken. So some aspects of Nature work in line with God’s will, but others do not.

I did, however, miss the point that it is, perhaps, disingenuous to use Nature in support of some theories and yet disregard other aspects of Nature wherever it didn’t fit in with the theories.

These days I think that Nature of itself offers little in the way of guidance on moral and ethical issues. Condemning homosexuality using Nature as the basis for the condemnation seems akin to using Nature in support of a policy that would cull the sick and elderly before they became a burden to society.

So, I’m left feeling that whatever Nature has to say about sexuality is not the final word. Societies are not obliged to condone or condemn certain aspects of human behaviour just because it appears to be natural or unnatural.

Ultimately what we condone or condemn is based on what we believe to be right or wrong. And there are many things that can contribute to these beliefs. Nature. The Bible. The Pope. Parents. Peers. Science. Religion.

My own feelings about Gay and Lesbian issues has been influenced by Indigo Girls. I discovered their music quite a few years ago when Napster was a source of vast amounts of music that you could download free. One night in a fit of nostalgia I had been doing some web searching – I almost used the word googling – but maybe Google had not yet been invented, so it may have been yahooing. I was looking for antiwar songs – or at least songs that included the word “war” in the lyrics. In amongst the results was a song called “You and me of the 10,000 wars”. I’d never heard of Indigo Girls and if Napster had not existed that would have been the end of it. However, courtesy of Napster, I was listening to the song ten minutes later – 56K modems took quite a while to download songs. In the years since then I have attended 5 or 6 Indigo Girls concerts and purchased all of their CDs – none of which would have happened with that first free download – RIAA please note!

I’d been listening to Indigo Girls music for a little while when I began to find out a bit about who they are. It was kind of surprising to discover that the love songs that they wrote were quite likely about lesbian relationships. I hadn’t been able to tell from the words. The words just seemed to express love. It’s hard to remember what it was that I’d thought before. But in lots of ways it came as a revelation of what maybe should have been obvious. Gay and lesbian love isn’t different from love. Without knowing it, Emily Saliers and Amy Ray have helped me begin to understand things in a different way than I used to.

I think, as well, that as my opinions on Gay and Lesbian relationships has changed it has become possible for me to begin to accept my own sexuality. I am, like most transvestites, heterosexual. But I guess I am not 100% macho male either.

There was a time when I felt guilty about that. I hid it. I denied it. I buried it. I was, I believe, burying myself.

I was a long time coming, but I have accepted myself. I am happy with the whole TV / transgendered thing.. I don’t feel bad about it. I don’t at all understand it. But that’s ok – I don’t understand lots of things.

A song that Emily Salliers wrote has an interesting perspective on beliefs. Is it beliefs that make people – or people that make beliefs?
We're sculpted from youth
The chipping away makes me weary
And as for the truth
It seems like we just pick a theory

And it's the one that justifies
Our daily lives
And backs us with quiver and arrows

To protect openings
Cause when the warring begins
How quickly the wide open narrows

It may be that one day whoever is Pope and whoever is leading all those Conservative Evangelical Christian groups might be able to see sexuality from a different perspective. Over the years churches have learned to accept things that, once upon a time, would have been an anathema. Perhaps sometime in the future people will look back and smile and think ... “how could they ever have thought that?”

Wednesday, 17 December 2008

A trip to trans femme

Last Sunday I paid another visit to Trans-Femme (http://www.trans-femme.co.uk/). It was all arranged at fairly short notice ... I knew there wasn’t likely to be much in the way of opportunity to get dressed up for a few weeks so I dropped Tracey & Nikki an email midweek and was luck to be able to organise something for the weekend.

There are many especially nice things about the experience. One of my favourites is that because Tracey does the makeup I don’t have to spend an hour or so doing it myself before I set off. The main challenge really is working out what clothes to take! Enough for a week under more everyday kind of circumstances.

It’s still not easy for me to express the pleasure that the makeover and photo experience gives to me. I guess I don’t really understand it. But I guess that I’m not alone in how I feel about this ... as evidenced by the Guest Book (http://www.trans-femme.co.uk/page_1200602183921.html)

I love the way that both Tracey and Nikki have of making a person be comfortable and at home with them.

Nikki mentioned that a tgirl that had visited them not so long ago had been moved to tears of happiness when she first had the chance to see herself. I remember that feeling. Like meeting a part of you that you always suspected was there but had never had an opportunity to get to see before. I know that Nikki and Tracey are making a big difference in peoples’ lives – helping people be better able to accept themselves as they are.

It’s seems strangely appropriate that I’m writing this at a time when the Royal Variety Performance is on television here. The show is featuring an enormous number of transvestites. So far maybe a dozen. I think, as time passes, the idea of a guy wearing a dress and makeup is getting to be less and less strange. Just as it was a few hundred years ago, maybe.

And so ... here are a few photos ... including the new black dress.



Friday, 12 December 2008

A train and a short black dress

I recently spent a week working in Bristol.

As usual I travelled by train. Unusually I booked seats in advance.

I arrive at the train station in Slough at 06:40 ... the train is timetabled for 06:49 ... but it’s running late and the TV screen says it’s due at 06:59.

I have to make a connection at Didcot Parkway – but so long as my train is no more than about 15 minutes late I can still do it.

As each minute passes by, the time that my train is expected to arrive drops back by a minute.

“What’s happening with this train?” I ask.

The assistant says “It should be here at 07:02.”

“Nahhh ... “ I say. “It hasn’t set off from Paddington yet has it?”

The man makes a phone call. I can hear the voice at the other end.

“It’s just about to leave Paddington.”

“If I were you I’d get the next train to Reading” says the man.

I arrive at Reading at 07:23.

The train to Bristol is due at 07:27 ... and it’s not going to stop at Didcot Parkway!

I am lulled into a false sense of elation and relief.

At 07:30 the train is expected to arrive at 07:31.

At 07:31 the train is cancelled.

I ask someone if I should get the train to Bristol Parkway and then catch one from there to Bristol Temple Meads.

The train to Bristol Parkway is cancelled as well.

It’s one of those kinds of days!

But it does get better.

The week in Bristol goes well.

Someone tells me I look a lot younger than I am – always a nice thing for anyone over the age of about 20.

On Wednesday night I call in at Debenhams ... the lure is a 20% off almost everything sale. And at last, I find a short black dress that I like!

A nice kind of week in the end.