Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Monday, December 30, 2013
|Source: Playboy, December 1969; thanks to JJ.|
Sunday, December 29, 2013
|Source: Playboy, January 1971; thanks to JJ|
Fast-forward 40 years and we find that bras made a big comeback and are available in more styles and colors than ever before. On the other hand, girdles did not follow suit and are only available in a limited number of styles and colors to the chagrin of many transgirls of a certain age.
Friday, December 27, 2013
The photo shows me on Halloween morning in the lobby at my workplace, one of the many places where I femulated during 2013. It is also one of the places I am not at this week because I am on vacation until next year.
On vacation, I should be publishing a fresh blog post every day and twice on Tuesdays, but I gifted myself with a new computer and I am occupied transferring apps and files from the old to the new. As soon as I get the new computer up and running properly, I will return to my daily blog schedule. In the meantime, keep your panties on (or not) and I will catch you on the flip side.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
Monday, December 23, 2013
I want to draw your attention to an excellent interview of Helen Boyd, my friend and author of My Husband Betty and She’s Not the Man I Married. The interview appears in Bluestocking Blue, a blog I was not aware of until Helen mentioned the interview in her own blog, En | Gender.
Vivienne’s Bluestocking Blue
Bluestocking Blue is written by Vivienne, a New Zealand girl, who bills herself as “a forty-something a married heterosexual male crossdresser.” The blog is well-written and very interesting; I recommend taking a look at it.
Back in August, I mentioned Monika Kowalska’s blog My Transgender Heroines, in which Monika interviewed well-known and lesser-known transgender women and girls from around the world.
Shortly after I wrote about Monika’s blog, it disappeared from the face of the Internet. Well, the good news is that Monika’s blog is back with a new name (The Heroines of My Life) and new URL.
Sunday, December 22, 2013
Friday, December 20, 2013
When I went Christmas shopping for myself at Sephora on Wednesday (above), it reminded me of Tuesday's installment of The Meaning of Lila (below).
Thursday, December 19, 2013
I did not sleep well Tuesday night and when I rose Wednesday morning, I felt so tired that I considered cancelling my day out en femme. But since my day off from work was already approved, I stuck to my plans.
Shave, coffee, shower, coffee, makeup, coffee, dress-up, coffee --- all in slow motion. I wore my new DressBarn dolman sleeve hunter green sweater dress, Hue black tights, Nine West black patent stiletto pumps, and lots of colorful bling (see photo).
I was out the door at 9:45 AM and at the casino at 11 AM. The selfie accompanying this post was taken just minutes before I slipped into my coat and car and drove to Mohegan Sun.
There was not much traffic in the casino gaming rooms, so there was no problem finding unoccupied slot machines. I expected that the casino would be a little busier considering it was the holiday season, but I was wrong. The "crowd" that did show up was an odd mix: guys in their 20s and 30s and little old ladies with walkers. There also were a handful of women of various ages who were dressed-up, so I did not feel out of place.
The lighting in the Mohegan Sun gaming rooms is dim, so from afar, I look like a big blonde of the female gender. As a result, guys check me out and that was the case on Wednesday. I noticed some guys checking me out from afar and a few that made a close approach for a better look, but no one got any closer.
The slot machines were not very cooperative, so after an hour of putting money in and not getting money out, I took a break and did some window-shopping in the mall that connects the two huge gaming rooms.
I visited a few stores, but did not find anything of interest to gift to the occupants of my Christmas list.
I did buy some makeup for myself at Sephora and I had accumulated enough points to add some "free" makeup to my shopping bag. Sephora is my favorite makeup store --- the sales reps are very helpful and the young woman who greeted me on Wednesday stuck to my side until I found exactly what I needed. She also graciously accepted my request to take my photo.
I returned to the slot machines and had better luck in the afternoon, but overall, it was not a profitable day. And the lack of sleep was taking its toll, so I decided to make my exit at 3 PM.
When I got in my car, I realized that my gas tank was low and I might not make it home on what was remaining. So the last thing I did en femme on Wednesday was pump gas!
Actor Stephen Dorff femulates actress Candy Darling in the 1996 film I Shot Andy Warhol.
Wearing Maggy London.
Wednesday, December 18, 2013
It snowed here yesterday and it is literally freezing today, but Mother Nature is not keeping this girl under wraps any longer. I plan to go to Mohegan Sun and spend the day Christmas shopping and playing slots. (I hope the latter covers the cost of the former!)
As usual, I will reveal all the details about my day out as soon as possible.
Wish me luck!
The Party of Four troupe of pro femulators, circa 1957.
Tuesday, December 17, 2013
Unlike the laddies, ladies have many hosiery options (unless of course, you are a laddy who dresses like a lady).
I started femulating when ladies wore stockings with seams that were suspended by garters, typically, the garters built-into the girdles they wore.
That's how I started, but shortly thereafter, my hosiery supplier (Mom) switched to a new type of hosiery: stockings without seams. Since Mom switched, I also switched to stockings without seams, which were still suspended by "my" panty girdle ("my" because my girdle was "borrowed" from Mom).
A few years later, Mom switched again --- to a another new type of hosiery: pantyhose. I switched too and wore pantyhose for over 35 years.
About two years ago, I switched to thigh high stockings with built-in stay-up support. In general, I am very happy with the switch. During warm weather, they are cooler than pantyhose. In all weather, they are sexier than pantyhose and when nature calls, thigh highs are a non-issue unlike pantyhose.
My only complaint with thigh highs is that sometimes there is slippage and I have to find a ladies' room to pull them back up, although I do admit to sneaking a surreptitious thigh high adjustment outside the confines of the ladies' room if the coast is clear.
To prevent slippage, I bought a set of garters. Maybe I am taking coals to Newcastle, but I am willing to try the garters and avoid going back to pantyhose.
I am curious.
What type of hosiery do you girls wear when you are dressing up?
Leave a comment or e-mail me with your answers.
November 25, 1935, chats with actors Pat Collins (left) and Edgar G. Robinson (center).