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"Are you on hormones or have you ever been on hormones?"
In general, I find that women are very accepting and even encouraging when I attempt to emulate a woman. Occasionally, I will encounter a woman who is disgusted by femulation, but most women in the circles I run around in are very accepting.
Yes, you are!
Yesterday, I may have pulled the trigger too soon when I deleted all images that depicted children.
I just bought this new "mock wrap" dress from Metrostyle on sale ($32 instead of $40). I love the color and I already have shoes that match! 
In case you did not read the comments to Sunday's blog posting, the image accompanying that post came from the womanless beauty pageant held in New York City in 1967, which was documented in the 1968 film The Queen.
I need some new stuff!
During our chat at my support group's banquet last month, my friend Jamie Dailey suggested that I join Facebook.
I am jazzed* about spending four days en femme in New York City!
Thank-you Lauralee for e-mailing me a link to this story about Blake Lively.
I will attend a four-day workshop in New York City during a weekend in June. The workshop begins mid-morning and ends early in the afternoon, so I am free to experience The City the rest of the day.
In the past, I have worn fake eyelashes, usually for dress-up affairs like banquets and weddings, or when I model in fashion shows. Even though my natural eyelashes are long and lush, the fakes make an obvious difference and I would wear them more often if I was more adept at putting them on.
I highly recommend reading Donna's recent blog posting titled The Cost of Doing Business.
While driving to work this morning, I'm listening to tunes on my iPod in "shuffle" mode, which means the iPod randomly picks songs to play from 8,786 songs I have stored on it. So, I never know what it will play next and sometimes it is something "new" to my ears, for example, an obscure song that was uploaded along with other songs on a CD or an old LP that I digitized.We jump up for joyAlright, Paul!
Who cares if we look like a girl or boy
What we are, is what we are and what we wear
Is vintage clothes, vintage clothes
Instead of attending Lobby Day today, I had to go to work because I was told that my presence was required for a meeting I could not miss.
Sunday night, the television was droning on in the background as I did work on my laptop. While I hacked away, the Academy of Country Music Awards show began and I planned to change the channel because (a) I had no interest in watching another awards show, (b) I don't follow country music, and (c) I dislike Reba McIntyre, who hosted the show.
Despite my plans, I learned today that I will be unable to attend Lobby Day tomorrow.
Yesterday, I received an e-mail suggesting a novel I might enjoy reading. A short excerpt from the book followed the e-mail.
I am running on empty, worn out, and feel like crap (physically and emotionally).
I viewed Sunday in New York on TCM, a 1964 romantic comedy starring Jane Fonda and Rod Taylor.
I enjoyed the film because (1) it included many scenes filmed in my favorite city with (2) many women dressed in the height of fashion, the early to mid-1960s (my favorite fashion era).
Ms. Fonda, in particular, wore some outfits to die for. My favorite was the dress she wore in the photos accompanying this posting.
The photos don't do her outfit justice. You have to see the film yourself to see why I am drooling.
As usual, click on an image to magnify it.
Yesterday, I received a new addition to my female impersonator ephemera collection: The Wonder Club matchbook you see on the right.
My next adventure out en femme will find me at our state capital lobbying state legislators to pass legislation to protect transgenders from discrimination.