Wednesday, October 29, 2014

Forking Sushi

Fantasia Fair: Sunday, October 19, 2014

People ask me if people recognize me when I switch between boy and girl modes. And I answer that I am positive that they don't unless they have seen me in both modes.

Sunday, after I arrived in Provincetown, I registered while still in boy mode. Old friends Jamie and Barbara staffed the registration desk and have seen me in boy mode when I registered in past years  — so they recognized me and greeted me as old friends do.

On the other hand, Marybeth and Emily did not recognize me. Marybeth, who reads this blog regularly, was handing out forms for folks who wanted to be in the fashion show and/or follies. Emily, who stays at the same B&B as I do during Fantasia Fair, was looking for volunteers for various things. Neither Marybeth or Emily had a clue who I was in boy mode on Sunday afternoon.

IMG_2156_www Photo shot by Melissa or Natalie

Full disclosure: I wear eyeglasses 24/7 in boy mode, but seldom wear them in girl mode, so that probably has some effect on the lack of recognition.  

By the way, Emily volunteered me to collect lunch tickets at a restaurant later in the week.

The previous week was "Women's Week" in Provincetown. There were still a few stragglers strolling through town Sunday afternoon and suddenly I became a little paranoid.

Last year, my aunt and her cousin attended Women's Week and I was concerned that they might have done the same this year. They are clueless about me being a woman, but if they saw me in boy mode walking down Commercial Street, I would have a lot of explaining to do. So I ducked down a side street and walked back to my B&B via Bradford Street, which has very little foot traffic as compared to Commercial Street.

Returning to my B&B, I made the transformation into girl mode for the rest of the week. For the evening, I wore my black jump suit from Fashion to Figure, nude high heel pumps from Payless and jewelry from Avon.

After checking myself out in the mirror more times than I can remember, I grabbed my nude handbag from Avon and walked two blocks to the Saki Restaurant for the Fantasia Fair Welcoming Reception.

The weather was pleasant and I hoped it would hold for the next seven days, but it was not meant to be.

I encountered so many peeps at the reception that it is a blur now, but through the blur I do recall meeting Davina, another Chicago House B&B sister from the UK by way of Brazil (and I thought I had a long trip). Another Chicago House sister, Natalie, arrived along with my ham radio sister, Melissa, and sister blogger Diana. We sisters grabbed a booth before all the booths were grabbed.

For over an hour, the waitstaff served a variety of Japanese finger food that we munched on while discussing a variety of girly and not-so girly topics. Then we all got in line to sample the sushi buffet. Unsuccessful with chop sticks, I asked for a fork and was able to enjoy all the sushi I had buffeted.

Things were winding down and I was tired from the four-hour roadtrip and loading/unloading the luggage, so I said my goodbyes and returned to my B&B at 8:45 PM.

After I removed my makeup, moisturized and slipped into my nightie, I fell fast asleep with visions of femulations dancing in my head.





Source: Le Redoute

Wearing Le Redoute.





Mummers Parade 1909

Femulating in the 1909 Philadelphia Mummers Parade.


  1. Credit where credit is due. That is Melissa's shot.

    1. Thank you for the clarification, Natalie!

  2. What's a "not-so-girly" topic? Prostate exams? Ham radio is a perfectly "girly" topic, according to the female electrical engineers and computer scientists I know. ;-)

    Sorry, I'm being pedantic. Looks like you had a nice time, lady!

    1. You are correct, Ms. Mifflin! Tech talk is not off-limits, but I always worry that when the girls start talking talkie, next thing you know, they will light up cigars and act like guys! LOL

  3. I checked into a hotel as Meg, chatted with the clerk (about t-stuff ~ long story) changed as quickly as I could and went back downstairs in drab in about twenty minutes. She had NO idea who I was.

    I showed a manager a picture of Meg and she wouldn't even believe it was me.

    And I showed up for a therapy appointment as Meg and the doc was thoroughly confused, because [male self] seemed to be late.

    So I am with you, Stana.

    (By the way, that "new blue dress" from the other day is STUNNING on you!)

    1. Thanks. Meg. That dress is very nice and blue is my new favorite color.

  4. I enjoyed being part of your "sisterhood", Stana!

    1. I enjoyed you being a part of it, Davina.