Wednesday, January 1, 2014

Boys Just Want To Be Girly

Last week, an article titled "11 'Girly' Things Men Wish They Could Do Without Judgment" appeared on The Huffington Post.

The author of the article, Alanna Vagianos wrote, "A Dec. 17th thread asked the men of Reddit, 'What girly thing do you really want to do or try but it is socially unacceptable?' Responses ranged from cuddling etiquette ('Being the little spoon') to fashion woes ('Toe socks') and showing emotion ('Crying in public without getting judged')"

Ms. Vagianos goes on to describe her 11 favorite answers, which included having more stylish clothing options, carrying a purse, and wearing makeup.

Intrigued, I decided to go to the source and read what other girly things guys wished they could do. 

I was amazed by how many guys want to do girly things and to what extent some guys want to get girly. A few guys admitted that they wanted to dress completely like a woman and a few even admitted to wanting to take on the submissive role and have sex like a woman.

My favorite comment was, "This thread reminds me how lucky I am to be transgender."


My sister baked a boatload of cookies for Christmas. When she was listing the kinds of cookies she baked, I recalled one of the cookies that my mother used to bake and asked her if she had my mother's recipe. 

She said she did have the recipe, but that she was done baking cookies and had moved on to gift wrapping mode. I asked her to email the recipe to me, so she did so assuming that my wife or daughter would bake the cookies.

Recovering from surgery, my wife was in no condition to stand over a hot stove and my daughter was  busy at work, so I decided to bake the cookies myself.

Note well that I have never baked anything from a recipe in my life, but this cookie recipe seemed simple enough for a novice like me.

Christmas Eve morning, I gave it a go and successfully baked a batch.

The cookies contained black pepper and my wife and daughter did not like them, but my sister said they tasted exactly like my mother's cookies. She added that she was very proud of me for doing it.

Note that this is the same sister that is in denial that her brother is a woman, but is "proud" when her brother does girly things.


Stana's Honey Pepper Cookies


1 lb. - rye flour
1 cup - honey
1 cup - sugar
2 teaspoons - black pepper

Combine all the ingredients to the consistency of raw pie crust, then roll the dough out like a rope about the width of a finger. Cut the rope into one-inch pieces and place them on a cookie sheet. Bake at 350 degrees for 15 minutes.

The femulating ballerinas of Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo.

Source: ShopBop

Wearing Alice + Olivia.


  1. I would like to try your Mother's cookies, I love cooking but very rarely bake anything sweet, these sound interesting, but Rye flour isn't that easy to get hold of, is it a wholemeal flour?

  2. Dear Stana,

    HAPPY NEW YEAR! Congratulations on your cookie baking success.

    I saw the "Trock" troupe once live. I was SO JEALOUS of those guys! I wanted to wear every single outfit (except the few male character costumes, of course).



  3. Oh for the day when we can walk down the street wearing whatever we want with no reprisal, hate, or judgement.

  4. Congratulations on your cookie baking.

    The way that I was able to get my wife to accept my cross dressing around the house (after the kids moved out of course) was to channel my inner Sue Ann Nivens. One major breakthrough was when my wife decided that all of the walls needed to be washed. I agreed and suggested it would be easier if I were dressed. I put on an older short LBD with an apron, hose, modest heels and spent the day washing the walls. THis was followed by dressing for vacuuming.
    In recent years when we have nothing going on I will shop and then come home and change and cook. She likes lots of veggies but hates the peeling, slicing, dicing. I have told her that she is indeed lucky to have a spare wife who loves to dress for the occasion of cutting veggies. Over the weekend I did a marinara sauce, a Moroccan stew and yesterday did a lentil soup. Tieing into the festiveness of the holidays I wore three separate outfits, a red suit with a red and white patterned top for the marinara, a coral lace dress for the stew and a red sheath for the soup.

    It is a compromise that works for us. I spend the day dressed around the house and she gets to eat food that takes a long time to prepare with lots of cut up veggies.