I love Julie

2011-05-09T13:38:00.000-07:00

A Quiet Night in Amsterdam

I apologise for the quality of the photo, but it's not often I have a six foot Indonesian ladyboy hanging on to my er...every word.
She is Suki and is one of the barmaids and entertainer's at Le Lebelle's in Amsterdam, a tranny bar where Sam, Suzie, Yvonne and I celebrated my birthday last month.
there I danced, drank and chatted with some very colourful characters, including an ex mega drug dealer who was a friend of Mr Nice, a world famous drug dealer turned public speaker.

Thank you ladies, for such a fabulous birthday and holiday. Suzie, your party piece was just jaw dropping!

I celebrated for at least a week and visited a great bar called Mellow Mela where we danced to a rock/blues/jazz jamming session to the early hours.

I haven't posted much this year but I've been out and about a lot. I go just about anywhere as a girl as well as a boy.

I've travelled abroad by plane as a girl and attended a football match as a girl for the first time this week.

I've incorporated a lot of my femme side into my male side and life is so much more fun and fulfilling and honest than keeping the two separated. I have been lucky in that I have not had any really bad experiences with aggressive types but I am aware that there is always a danger of that kicking off. My tranny friends agree that if one shows confidence when in drag, it is more easily accepted by Joe Public.

I have noticed that quite a few trannies dress really well as a girl but then make no effort at all as a guy. I have heard the comment that " I couldn't care less what I look like as a guy" and I find that hard to understand. I think we should all embrace both sides of our personalities.
OK lecture over.

I love Amsterdam for its people, bars, cafes, bicycles and laid back attitude. I feel very tempted to say that I am going Dutch and I love Edam and eve and even that I Goda quite often but don't want to clog this post with puns or double Dutch entendres.

Gabriel Julie Budd xx

2010-12-20T13:33:00.000-08:00

Motown, this year, some time in the future

I just discovered this link to anyone interested in Northern Soul and Motown music.

BBC iPlayer - Northern Soul with Ian Gray: 19/12/2010

I also noticed that I haven't made many posts this year. It has actually been a busy year with some major changes in my life - no not THAT! I will try harder to make more posts next year.

That's me about to go to the Enigma Ball in Bletchley Park, November 2010.

I will say that I have published pics of me as Gabriela on my male Facebook page . I did it because I wasn't comfortable about having to keep an important part of my life a secret any more. I felt that as I am not ashamed of what I do and do not think it wrong in any way, I should follow my convictions and not bow to the prejudice, perceived or real, of society.

I know that there will be smirks from friends and relatives, as being transgendered is still largely an area of ignorance in most people's lives. I hope the more open minded ones will realise that perhaps it is more common than they have thought in the past, as now there is one in their own family or circle of friends. Perhaps this may help a few more people towards more understanding of transgendered people.

In time I hope that society will just accept that everyone is different.

Gabriela xx

2010-08-23T04:48:00.000-07:00

NAIL DIVA'S GARDEN PARTY

August 2010
Attended Nail Diva's second Garden Party. The Marquee had been set up and everything was ready to go on Friday 20 August when a gale literally blew the marquee down and turned it upside down.
http://www.tvchix.com/click.php?url=http://www.tg-world.co.uk
She & friends managed to get it all up again that night and it was a show-piece marquee in the end. No one (no names mentioned, Alex) took a camera as far as I was aware. Does that mean its not an official tranny event? Great food and smashing people. I hogged the dance floor and only went to bed when someone switched off the lights at 3:30 a.m.

Earlier I went shopping in little local village co-ops and no-one hinted that they had clocked me. Bless them! The next day I had a barrel of laughs when I went for a drink on my own at lunchtime at The Bolt Hole in Stamford, dressed in my Sunday best fuscia. One regular in the bar eyed me up and down thoroughly so I decided to give her a full view and twirled in front of her. She bent over in laughter and was unable to tell her friends why for laughing so hard. I decided to join her and her friends, met a biker and his daughter and had a really good chat with them. British pubs at their best. Later decided to shop at Tescos and on my way back passed the same pub. I heard one of them shout out " Yes, he has, he's shopped at Tesco's.. look!" Then they came out and shouted bye bye to me. I felt as if I had done a little bit more to make transgendered people more acceptable to the public.

BRIGHTON PRIDE
More lovely genuine people, giggles and laughs at Brighton Pride. Thanks to Jodi and Dani for a great weekend. Loved posing with punters for photos.Great fun transforming from a guy into Gabriela in the changing rooms at Pride camp site. Some of the looks I got were priceless and it was brill to get enthusiastic and encouraging remarks from those who witnessed the transformation.

Then on the Sunday decided to have some fun by pushing the bi-gendered boat out at Brighton Pier- by sunbathing on a deckchair as a guy in brief tomato red shorts and shocking pink toe and nail varnish. Ha! I loved seeing the faces of passers by as they spotted me. It is so easy to get into conversations when one seemingly doesn't give a toss what others think of one.

2010-08-16T02:15:00.000-07:00

Latest update

Hi

The last few months have been traumatic. I've lost the love of my life and have been on automatic pilot. I decided to deal with it by meeting lots of people and enjoying the company of anyone who wants a chat or wants to make friends. The result has been lots of new friends and getting out to different places. Its also pushed me into thinking about what I want out of life and to be honest to be a little more selfish than I have been in the past.

I recently went to Nail Diva's party in Stamford, Pink Punters again and my first Pride event, in Brighton. There are lots of lovely people everywhere and I am finding out being single isn't the end of the world.

I'll add some more details as soon as I can.
Take care
Gabriela
xx

2010-03-21T09:39:00.000-07:00

AN UPDATE

Just an update. I've been going to Pink Punters about every two weeks for some time now and am loving it. I can totally relax there, dance as I wish and act as I want without feeling that I have to moderate my behaviour, appearance or activities just because I'm actually a guy and may upset others. I get a few strange looks by irregular attendees but on the whole everyone treats me fairly and without prejudice.

I actually like people who are confused by my appearance (and dancing) to ask me questions.

One gay young man told me he was gay and liked men but couldn't understand why I would want to dress up as a female. A club is not the ideal place for a long detailed discussion but I told him that inwardly I was far more comfortable as a female and loved to be treated that way.

I suppose it is a signal to outsiders how you want to be perceived and treated. But really it is about how I feel and I wear clothes that I feel good in, not to cater for anybody else's tastes, although it is very enjoyable to receive compliments.

I now wear eye make up and lipstick quite often when I am out and about, still dressed in drab.

So far people have been far more tolerant than I expected and of course they are more preoccupied with their own busy lives. I would like to put myself forward to publicise the problems transgendered people face. Unfortunately I have to consider the feelings of my family and wouldn't want to cause them any anguish by being more in the public eye.

Having accepted my feminine side I can now be happier being a guy and appreciating everything

that is good and enjoyable for guys. Most men are different and likewise most women are different. However, so many women can be bitchy- its part of their genetic make-up- whereas men will generally have a confrontation with another man and sort any problems in a direct and more final way. I am no bitch (despite the way I am treated!) but neither do I resolve things directly. I just hate conflict.

I have come into more contact with transgendered men who are transitioning. One part of me feels very worried for them. The other part of me admires their courage to change their lives so drastically in order to be happy. I've recently read that all transgendered, whatever they label themselves, can only be happy if they transition and if they call themselves " bi-gendered", they are kidding themselves that they will be happy that way.

I consider myself bi-gendered and could never see my self transitioning but it is food for thought.

Gabriela

2010-03-08T14:08:00.000-08:00

How I told my work colleagues I was a tranny.
Or I wish I were in your shoes.

I've been neglecting my blog but maybe that's a healthy sign as I am probably not dwelling on the trials and tribs. of being a tranny and just getting on with it and not soul searching about it so much.

In December I was attending an office party and decided that I was not going to hide the fact I was tranny to my work colleagues any more. So I sent an email to a friendly face there with a picture of me in a gorgeous Vivien of Holloway dress and thanked her for the loan of the hat, which she assumed had been for someone else.
She came back very politely and asked me what the occasion was and I told her about the Christmas party at The Bridge Inn saying " It was for trannies and there were 40 of us there."

Within minutes the email had been sent to different people in the office and one of the girls told me I looked good as a woman and praised my make up. I told her I managed it by a lot of practice.

None of the guys mentioned anything to me and only one woman quizzed me at the Christmas party. She wanted to know about my sexual leanings and I kept it simple and said I wasn't interested in guys, which is true but it is more complicated than that.
Then I expressed surprise that no-one was shocked by my email. She replied " What did you expect? After all, it is XXXXX that you work for. "

After Christmas I expected one or two people to make unhelpful comments and innuendos but it never happened. I don't work full time there so perhaps all the gossip was made when I wasn't around and perhaps hey all have interesting and more colourful lives than I imagine. It obviously helped that they had a week or more to get over it.

The great thing is that now I don't need to pretend and if I want to I can wear jewellery and perhaps some make up if I want to and no-one is going to get over-excited by it- because everyone knows about it and so it wouldn't be a big deal. I think trannies/ transgendered people can be their own worst enemies by treating it as a big deal. As Eddie Izzard said, " It is the 21st century" so people had better get over it and not be " clothes fascists".

I'm not saying all transgendered people should tell everyone they know. Life is far more complicated than that. If we can confide in a few individuals it makes life so much more rewarding.

I met a lovely couple and their daughter at PP last Saturday. Michele, who prefers the term transgendered to tranny or transvestite, has been hounded by some members of the local police and by quite a few busy-bodies who thought they were doing the general public a lot of good and actually suggested that her wife leave Michele. How misguided can some people be?

I am lucky in that few people know about Gabriela in my local community so I manage to get out during the day and at night to the larger community in Milton Keynes where I can blend in with the general public. I've learnt to dress more discretely during the day and that one doesn't have to glam up every time one goes out. The first step is accepting yourself for what you are. Maybe that is the hardest step to take.

A couple of days ago one of my female colleagues asked me if I was wearing eye-liner. I explained I had worn some the previous day and thought I had washed it off. " Oh, it never comes completely off. You look really cool with it. It suits you"

A week ago I attended a business meeting outside my office and decided to wear eye-make up and lipstick. It was a one to one meeting and we had met once before a few months ago. I decided not to apologise or make excuses or explanations about wearing the make up and it worked in my favour. He was obviously unnerved by it at first but managed to calm down and we conducted business successfully. It was a rather clammy and cold handshake that he had at the end though. As far as work goes, I don't intend to suddenly go to work dressed as a woman. But the gates have been opened and if there are more social functions I will consider at least wearing make up and wearing heels. One tottering step at a time.

2010-01-16T08:18:00.000-08:00

MY FIRST TIME

No, shopping silly!
It was 10 October 2009. I had a really good day . It was 4:30 and I decided to go to Milton Keynes Centre for my first shopping trip as Gabby.

First of all I went to Tescos garage to test my resolve. It was funny, as I went to enter the garage shop, a grizzled man with a white beard opened the door wide open for me and with a broad grin on his face he beckoned me in with a sweeping gesture of his arm. Ha! I might have made his day as he obviously thought I was a classy woman all dressed in black with a large mustard coloured handbag.(Well the make up was still very good as I had my MAC make up session the previous day).

I just couldn't help smiling at him because of the thought " If he only knew!" It is a nice feeling ,I must admit , even if it was a grizzled old man who opened the door for me. In the shop I told the assistant the pump number in a very quiet voice and another customer at the counter said " Four" at the same time. She got confused and charged me for his bill. I said " No, pump fifteen"
" You said four!" the assistant said in a rude way. I wonder if she would have been that rude if I had been dressed as a guy. I couldn't be bothered to argue as I was in a great mood and they would all have been startled if I had raised my voice.

So I was Gabby all day long- at the mall I went to the MAC counter at Debenhams and Sophie, who did my make-up, recognised me in the queue. I was given a fee sample of the eye shadow I wanted and the other girl, Gemma recognised me as well.They were both very friendly to me.

I then went for a stroll in the mall. It wasn't very full but nobody twigged I was a tranny which was a huge boost to my confidence. Back I walked to Debenhams as most shops were closing. I tried on several jackets and held up dresses to me to see if they suited me and it was a much nicer shopping experience than shopping in drab, as nobody paid any attention to me.

At one point I put my handbag, scarf and bolero down on the floor so I could try several jackets and a shopper picked up my stuff and was about to hand it to the shop counter. I told her it was mine and smiled and she apologised. She didn't realise I was a tranny either! So next time I want to go shopping I will get dressed as Gabby.

My confidence was sky high because of the public make-up session, the photo shoot and my shopping experience. I even used the ladies loo in Debenhams. I thought it was safer than creating a scene by going like that into the Gents. Now I feel that, as long as I am careful and dress sensibly, I can go to most places as Gabby.

As I was all dressed up and still had my make up on so I went out again. I thought I may as well go to Pink Punters as I love it there and I would know people I could chat with.
If any tranny wants to go shopping but is scared, all I can say is the high you get far more than compensates for the fear before you venture to the shops. Do it!
xx

2010-01-16T07:51:00.000-08:00

I didn't bargain for that.

Back in October I had another lovely time as Gabby shopping , only the the second time I went shopping as Gabby. I tried on several jackets at M & S, Debenhams and House of Fraser and boughta few things at Superdrug.

Several people spotted that I was a tranny and they all gave a wry smile which I detected and smiled back. Mostly I was totally accepted as a woman and even when I bargained for a holdall at the open market the two guys there didn't twig I was a guy! They were very polite and courteous. Actually it wasn't so much bargaining, I just said asked if they had the same size bag but cheaper and the owner said 'What if we say you can have it for £12 instead of £14 ?'and gave me a shy smile. Did I detect a gleam in his eye? Maybe, but more probably they had twigged me and were amused and playing along with it.

The young girl at Superdrug only realised I was a tranny when I spoke, then we had a brief chat.
Oh, I also tried on shoes at Evans and New Look.
The shops were quite busy. At Superdrug the guy in front of me dropped his credit card and he walked away quickly so I had to shout at him to a ttract his attention- obviously a man's voice but he was so pleased he hadn't lost his credit cards that he didn't seem to notice.

It was a real buzz again . I love being Gabby in public.
xx

2010-01-09T06:11:00.000-08:00

MAC

Alex Kingsley http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/
agreed to undertake a photo shoot with me as the model! I was so excited by the idea I decided to have my make up done professionally. I couldn't get anyone to come to my house at short notice so I reluctantly agreed to go to Debenhams to have it done at the MAC counter.

Sophie did my make up and I was thrilled at the result. Sophie was totally cool about doing it for me and was very friendly and asked lots of questions about my alter ego and my life generally.

I chose a look from a recent Style magazine from The Sunday Times and she loved the fact that it was very different from the usual natural looks she normally undertakes.

I arrived at the MAC counter in drab and was very worried lest friends and neighbours spotted me, especially as my seat was right next to a huge shop window. I got a few surprised stares which quickly turned into gentle smiles which made me feel more at ease.
As Sophie got to work with the foundation I relaxed and started enjoying the experience.

I can totally recommend it. As soon as it was finished I walked around the store and felt on a real high. The shop assistants smiled at me so it was great fun.

2010-01-01T05:29:00.000-08:00

CHRISTMAS MEAL AT THE BRIDGE INN, MILTON KEYNES
& BNO at PINK PUNTERS December 2009

2009-12-20T12:59:00.000-08:00

THE TIME OF MY LIFE

OK. I have been away for a while, from this website that is. I have been getting out and about as Gabriela, having photoshoots , having my make up done by MAC at Debenhams and just three days ago I told people where I work that I am transgendered. I will cover these events in more detail in separate posts. I never thought I would have the guts to do all these things and I feel a lot happier for it. I have been having the time of my life.

I want to wish everyone a very happy Christmas and brilliant New Year. Take care, find out whom you really are and live your life as you want to, do not let others dictate how you should live.

Gabriela Julie Budd

2009-09-28T16:02:00.000-07:00

At the Races

One year old

I have been going out enfemme for a year! I have not encountered any nasty behaviour or prejudice. Just about everyone has been open-minded if not understanding. I feel confident enough to go out during the day en femme - shopping, meals, drinking in bars. Or maybe Julie Gabriela is tired of waiting and is now taking a more active part.

Fur, long.

I want to do it to experience a rush of adrenaline and enjoyment out of expressing my feminine side. Initially at least. Then I want to just be able to enjoy everyday things in female mode.

Whereas Julie Gabriela just wants to show off all her wardrobe in public.

Favourite Lippy but not cocky

I occiasionally go out wearing lipstick and carrying a handbag while dressed as a guy and realise that people are not that interested in oneself or are at least polite. I 'm not cocky enough to go out enfemme by myself and in any case its more fun to go out with others rather than be Billy-no-mates. But I would much rather someone came up to me and asked me why I do it than hear them whispering to others. I genuinely want to educate others about a little-known subject.

Point to point

My point? Well, like most things in life, one has to take risks to achieve things and its just not good enough saying " I will never pass" and just staying in the closet. One has to accept one's own personality and make the best of it as one only has one life. So dare to be different and you will attract others who want to be different too.

Maybe I will just pick a date and ask a few trannies and friends to join me. Actually I quite fancy going to a racecourse enfemme. Any punters?

http://www.firstfestivaltravel.com/ladiesday.htm#touritinerary

Julie Gabriela

2009-09-07T16:28:00.000-07:00

BEEN PUNTING AGAIN

I had a fabulous time at Pink Punters on Saturday 5th Sept. What a party mad crowd!
I chatted with Sue for ages, we had such a laugh together!
I also had a great time with Lyndsey, Jemima, Mark, Mick, Hazel, Richard, Si-Belle and a cast of hundreds, well, maybe another 20.

Well done to the guy dressed as a chicken (who came first in the chicken and egg race?) and I should mention all the lovely staff including the cloak attendants, bouncers ( they never move actually) and bar stewards who all do their work with a welcome smile.

I was amazed at the lady who fell down just as she walked passed me, spilt most of her drink down my leg, landed on her arse and still had her glass firmly in her hand when she got up with a smile.

Beer swilling s an occupational hazard there. Why hasn't someone designed a non- spill
glass for adults?

Anyway everyone was amazingly friendly, so I suppose you can't complain if he shared his drink.

We were having such a good time that we had to be kicked out.
I may go again.

Gabriela Julie
xx

2009-08-31T16:13:00.000-07:00

A Handbag?!!

I lent my daughter a handbag this bank holiday weekend!
She took it gracefully and the only comment she made was " Wow! That's very 20s! It will go well with my outfit. Thanks dad"
I think that is acceptance. It shows the importance of being earnest.

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A Happy Medium

I had a great time out in male mode. Well, I was surrounded by gorgeous women in an enviroment not conducive for trannies, so why try to compete?

I love the ability to swop from femme attire to male and vice-versa . being a tranny does have some advantages

xx

2009-08-16T09:59:00.000-07:00

Two weddings, one Big Night Out and one barbecue

Its a busy life being a tranny and a dad.

Last Friday , 14th August, I went to Big Night Out at Pink Punters and experienced the bar at the Campanile hotel for the first time. I really enjoyed it with all types of trannies and a few others crammed together with all their different dress styles.

I chatted with Faith, Sophie, Lyndsey, Rachel and another Rachel and danced with several groups of glamorous lesbians and trannies. AT PP it was quiet at first but as Sophie said, a bus must have arrived at about 12:00. Suddenly everyone was pole dancing and chatting and crowding the dance floors. I took quite a few pictures and surprise surprise managed to get photos of myself for once.

The wedding was the next day and I dragged myself ( no pun intended of course) out of bed and thankfully all I had to do was shower and find a clean shirt and suit. A big advantage for guys when they are in a hurry, even though I love spending hours on choosing outfits and getting ready as a broad.

It was a spectacular expensive wedding which cost £30,000 and everyone had a great time. There was one incident, when one guy wanted to bottle my son because he thought my son was chatting up his girlfriend which was a load of bollocks. My son can't help being even better looking than me. Luckily my son was cool about it and managed to calm the situation down.

The barbecue was the next as the last leg of the wedding. This was a very laid back sunny affair with the highlight being a gift of a rose from one of the tiny gorgeous bridesmaids. Well, OK it didn't have much of a stem attached but it was their own idea and they only had two roses to give. Thankfully they didn't offer me one of their home made cupcakes, especially the one with the blue food colouring.

No-one said anything about my shaved legs or the lingering smell of Angel perfume.

In between I was giving lots of lifts in my car to lots of wedding drunks and my son and friends.

The second wedding is next Saturday. One of my daughter's friends is getting married. So this marks the end of another chapter in parenthood, where dad's are supposed to take a back seat and their sons and daughters are proper grown ups with proper jobs. But for me life is too short so I will squeeze as much work and as much fun as I can for as long as I can, so I will probably go to trannydom (PP) again next Friday. As well as avoid any dodgy cupcakes on the Sunday.

2009-08-09T14:39:00.000-07:00

Liquorice

Saturday 8th August

I met several nice people at Pink Punters including Michelle, Terri and Sophie. We had several long chats and danced in between. I'm almost a regular there now and so I recognised quite a few other fellow ( no pun intended, of course) trannies.

Some have told me their intimate life details as if I were a life-long friend. That may be an honour but I 'm beginning to wonder if I am too good a listener, as I'm not sure I want to know everybody's personal sexual bravados. Then again, I do not wish to judge people and I accept that everyone is different. Like a bag of liquorice allsorts. It makes for fascinating listening as well!

The previous week I was also at PP and for once stayed at the hotel opposite. the staff there are friendly, polite, professional and efficient, the rooms are well equipped and clean and pleasant.

As I was staying overnight I allowed myself to partake of alcoholic beverages. It was an interesting experience and a bit of a learning curve as I've never drunk so much dressed en femme.

As a bloke , when I've had a lot to drink, I become more friendly, say some silly things, find my vision becoming blurred and eventually fall asleep. So the inner me is a gregarious, gentle person, which I'm thankful for.

As Gabriela, I found myself becoming, or at least acting as if I were, the life and soul of the party, getting trannies to get up and dance in a group and skipping about like a six year old girl in a playground. I don't know the mechanics of alcohol but wonder if I was already in a happy relaxed state and the alcohol just pushed me further down that road. Did the fact that I was in women's clothes have a bearing on it as well? It is such a long way from being the shy retiring young lad I used to be. I must still be on a learning curve about my own character. Maybe it's not as eye-popping as some of the truths I've learnt of others I've met at PP but fascinating for me.

Gabriela Julia Budd

2009-07-20T14:47:00.000-07:00

In two minds
Or: To know know know me is to love love love me.(Ha! We can't help whom we fall in love with can we?)

It's been over two months since I last blogged so this is just to let you know I'm still around and haven't disappeared into the ether.

I went to a party held by a work colleague two days ago where I wore make-up and sling backs. I did worry whether I should or not but my friend told me that life is too short to worry about what everybody else thinks about my clothes.

So tomorrow I'm going in to work expecting some very sneering comments, a lot of questions and some favourable comments. The good thing is that I won't have to pretend that am not interested in women's clothes anymore and I can relax about what I say. I know exactly who will be taking the piss most but as I will be laughing at myself with them I can't see that it will do any damage in the long run.

As I go out en femme more often now, I meet a lot of interesting and inquisitive people. I haven't come across any aggressive stances by anyone. The worst behaviour has been emitting stares, which I can understand. I'm beginning to see that we imagine the world to be full of bigoted monsters but I realise that most people are fairly tolerant and curious to know more. Shop assistants and bouncers seem to be very people savvy.

Anyway, I appreciate the blokey side of me much more now and am finally confident to be both masculine and feminine. I quite like the name associated with this: "two spirits"
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Two_spirits

Denver Two Spirits society
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I actually got a compliment from one of the guys at the party. He told me that it was great that age had made me confident enough not to care what the fuck anybody else thought of what I looked like.
Well: stubble , trousers, a lady's jacket, make-up and sling backs is a fine balancing act.
Er... that was a compliment wasn't it?

xx

2009-05-06T04:21:00.001-07:00

Dress Sense

I decided three weeks was too long for me not to go out en femme so I went to Pink Punters on Saturday 2 May. It wasn't a tranny night and there were only about six of us there. Like The Dirty Dozen on a small budget, only we were quite clean, as far as I could see, without being over inquisitive and not into fights.

There were a number of people who hadn't seen trannies at close quarters before and I got a few nervous stares and a few startled comments like " Huh!! That's a man!!" I expect to be stared at occasionally and in fact quite enjoy challenging peoples preconceptions of acceptable behaviour and code of dress. It actually makes me smile when I hear such comments, especially if someone has been stood next to me for a while before they cotton on that I'm a tranny.

I was dressed quite conservatively really. I had gorgeous golden yellow silk trousers with stockings and a pair of black high heels, gold and black horizontal striped silk top with a big black flower pinned on to it. You've guessed it. I didn't take any photos of my outfit. Rats!

I took over five hours to get ready so there was little time to take a few photos. To complete my look I wore a simple black necklace and black fishnet fingerless gloves with a leather yellow snakeskin cuff and shiny brass cuff on my other arm. OK, it was showy but I didn't wear a slutty short skirt and revealing top. I won't say that I don't like that sort of look because it depends on one's mood but for that night I went for cool and sassy but elegant. OK, maybe it was more like fool, sissy and elephant but I tried.

Actually wearing women's trousers makes me appreciate how badly I dress as a guy some of the time. Some of my trousers don't fit me and some of the jeans I wear are just sloppy. A lot of my shirts are way too big since I lost some weight over the last two years. Being a tranny makes you much more aware of your figure and most trannies are slim and look after their bodies more than the average guy. This is a sexist "thing". Most women like to look good and presentable but most guys will be happy to carry a beer belly with them all day long and will only be aware of body odour when dogs sniff them and scamper away.

OK I'm trying to be serious here. Trying to get to the bottom of why I like to present myself as female. I have to talk in generalisms so you will forgive me for doing so. Or you can just go.

OK, you still here? Good. I like being smartly dressed, well presented and clean. I'm a peacock and like to be noticed as being well dressed. Unfortunately I find men's clothes tend to be boring in colours, hues, textures and details. They are often designed to attract women by conveying a reliable, sensible unaffected, powerful figure: no frills, silliness or daintiness. Fair enough.

But if your character, or alter ego, is that of someone who likes to be noticed, enjoys detailing and textures and accessories, then men's clothes tend to disappoint unless it is something on the lines of uniforms , leathers or some smart suits. I hate wearing a smart suit and then being forced to make my pockets bulge (stop it!) with mobile phones, wallets, keys hankies, maps, coins, bus tickets and bits of fluff. Then, when I change my clothes I have to remember to move all my assorted stuff into my next outfit. I'd rather carry my stuff in a bag and keep my clothes more streamlined. So I should carry a handbag at all times. unfortunately that is enough to get get you beaten up in quite a lot of areas. So I choose to carry a messenger bag quite a lot of the time, which is fine but hardly up in the design stakes. I would like to carry a hand bag without being stared at or being ridiculed. OK I'll settle for being stared at.

Society is gullible anyway. If the public had seen today's hairstyles 15 years ago, they would have laughed uncontrollably at the spiky hair of today's younger generation. It wasn't so long ago that any guy wearing 70's gear would be laughed at.

I guess I like the glamour of women's clothes. Most women like to be the centre of attention so a guy who accompanies her invariably has to dress down to show off his woman.

Then again, I know that it is not just clothes. I have an abundance of traditionally feminine qualities which makes it imperative for me to be treated as a woman at least part of the time. It's fine being a guy some of the time but it can get boring and very restrictive. Then again why should feminine qualities just be appendaged to women? There are many women who have many masculine qualities. They often express these qualities in their clothes.

It is women who have taken to wearing all sorts of clothing, including men's clothing throughout the ages. " Society" does not accept that men should adopt women's styles throughout the ages. Why is this? What is "society"?

"Society" is really the majority of people. A majority may be, say, between 60% and 80%. For mathematicians , yes I am aware That 51% would be a majority but who's counting? Apart from you anoraks? Just go away before you become and endangered minority. As I was saying, or about to say,this majority would make up a general opinion. Why should a majority dictate the apparel of everyone? Aside from anoraks of course.

We should all dress according to how we wish to. Of course if we do so, we open ourselves to ridicule from others. What is not acceptable is verbal or physical abuse from others. This is what it boils down to: the ignorance and narrow-mindedness of a small section of society. Or maybe I am being naive. Maybe it is not narrow-mindedness. Maybe it is more the threat to their own insecurities or even the attitude of "Let's get aggressive, we know it's wrong but it's a laugh."

I've worked it out that I can just about wear what I want in some parts of Central London and maybe attract stares and comments, which I can accept, but I would be unlikely to be beaten up for it. In my home village I just don't want to be the constant subject of whispers and rumours. You would only have to wear 1970's gear here to be beaten up. The clothes would be too modern for the yokels to cope with.

I've noticed people staring at me here just for sipping a bottle of Bud. in a pub, instead of drinking a pint of beer. And that was before I decided to use a straw.

Clothes maketh man. But, without getting beaten up about it, for a tranny, make up and accessories complete the look which makes dress sense.

2009-04-12T14:11:00.000-07:00

Big Night Out

I went to Big Night out at Pink Punters on Friday 10th April. It was great to see so many tgirls there. the place was packed. I was especially delighted to see Alex Kingsley and Vanessa Pride.

http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/

ALEX AND I ( It was nearly 4:00 a.m. and Alex looks as fresh as a daisy and I look like a trampled daisy)

They were the first trannies I ever met and were really kind and helpful in reassuring me and helping me realise I wasn't the only tranny in the village.

I'm usually found on the dance floor but this time I had quite a few chats and felt more at home than ever before. I chatted with Faith and Victoria and some really nice Tgirls I hadn't met before. Sorry I'm crap at names but I did take their photos:

ALEX AND VICTORIA

I tried to meet up with Louisa. She was going out for the first time enfemme but work commitments stopped her. I had a fabulous time and everyone was so friendly it was unbelievable.

There were a couple of hiccups. On the way to PP, I was running out of petrol and garages (most were closed) so I risked going 15 miles and managed to get to a garage that was still open, Phew!

One of my friends had visions of me in party frock and high heels walking along the main carriage way with a petrol can and being helped by a kindly man, stopping to rescue his damsel in distress. Then finding out it was a distressed dame.

I braved it out of the car, got my fuel and stupidly tried to walk into the garage which had its doors locked. I did panic momentarily as I though they had just closed but then realised the service window was open. there were a few people about but I didn't get any stares or comments so that was a bit of a boost for my ego.

Then, on the way back from PP at about 5:00 am I was stopped by a police car. When I wound my window down I could just read the policeman's face : " OMG! What have I got here?"

I got out of the car and was really worried. You see I had changed into my brown driving boots and they totally clashed with my silk patterned frock. I must get some nice driving shoes.

I told the PC I had only one drink. " Well you will be alright then if you've only had one pint"

Bloody cheek I thought! I'm a layyyydyyy! So I said " No it was a Bacardi breezer" he seemed unimpressed. To be fair he didn't call me Sir or Madam but was very gender neutral.

Strange thing was, earlier at PP I had been discussing with Victoria if we carried our driving licences when we are frocked up and we agreed that we wouldn't.

I was breathalysed. The PC sighed with relief when I registered zero. He couldn't get away fast enough. To tell all his mates back at the station.

If these two incidents had happened to me just six months ago I would have freaked out. Now that I am more comfortable in my interchangeable genders/ combined genders, I was totally relaxed about it and found them both amusing. I was actually feeling sorry for the copper having to deal with me.

OK I cannot finish this post without a pun. So if I learnt anything about the events of that day it must be that you must carry a petrol can with you, you must not drink and drive, you must take nice driving shoes and you must fill up your tank at least a few hours before you set off. In fact...

Keep a can in your boot, don't boot up if you can, only drink from a can or you may end up in the can or in boot camp.

Sally Ann, Lucy & Petra ( Hope I got your names right girls!)

2009-04-11T18:14:00.000-07:00

Mad as in healthy

I just had a thought. No please, sit down, stop clapping.

Everyone on this planet is mad.

There is absolutely no reason for living unless you are free to do what the hell you want.

If you can't do what you want because others won't allow it, you are a rebel, a troublemaker.

We all have different levels of madness. But madness is measured by standards imposed by society- which wants to control what individually driven people -"rebels " want to do.

If the rebels are mad because they disrespect society and may disrupt it and do not conform, how mad are the ones in control? They have not only given up their birthrights to freedom but wish to restrict the freedoms of others.

Freedom fighters want to blow up people for er... freedom.

Law and order people want to lock up anyone who is a rebel.

Rebels want to do what the fuck they like because they care only for themselves.

law & order people make laws to keep order, so rebels and non-conformists will be locked up if they er.. do not conform.

The law makers will lock up anybody who does not agree to uphold the law.

Perhaps the only sane people are those who are in institutions being cared for and fed everyday while they just do what the fuck they like.

In my case I'm a tranny, which some may say is non-conformist and some may say is anarchic and some may say I'm nuts. Really I am just an individual who wants to comply with, but does not want to be part of , the law enforcement.

To sum up:

Everyone is mad.
Some are madder than others.

Those that are actually mad and certified as mad are not actually mad but doing what the fuck they want.

Those that think that everyone should act in the same way , i. e. the "normal" way, are totally nuts.

The world is mad.

I'm just a little mad ,which is good. If we weren't a little mad we would go mad.

So thank God we are all mad .

Why the fuck are we on this planet. No glib answers please.( To promote the species? Why? To make sure it doesn't end. Why? What's so special about it? Other, better, species will evolve. we are mad. We are just keeping the current species going until the next lot come along).

We should just do what the fuck we want. Die because of stupidity or idiocy if necessary. We all live for kicks. Some for small kicks some for full force boot in the groin.

We are junkies in need of our own particular fix. The fix is not a sign of madness. It is healthy. It is only a fix.

2009-04-11T16:43:00.000-07:00

National Non-blogging Day.

You know when you read about writers' block? You know, when writers sit in front of a typewriter (things we used to use before you started school - ask your grandad) and they can't think of anything to write and sit there all day without typing a a sentence.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typewriter

Well, it doesn't happen to blog writers does it? How many times have I read :

" Well I can't think of anything to say. I mean this must sound like gibberish and just a confused ramble of thoughts. I'm not really awake so this may not make sense...."

Yes it does sound like gibberish! Well, fuc%ing stop writing then! DO bloody wake up before you write anything! Why go on for another two pages of rambling crap just because the keyboard is in front of you? Make yourself a fu&$ing cup of coffee! Shut the f%$k up!

OK I'm glad I've got that one off my chest , as the actress said to the bishop. I don't like to moan as life is too short. Too fu%^king short to have to read yet another rambling blog! OK I'm done . Sorry. Just shut the f%$k up OK?

As I was saying. what was I saying? Oh yeah, life's too short. But not short enough for these bastards who waste our precious short lives reading their fu%*ing blogs. O.K. I 'm done.
Moan over.

I mean, if I wanted to read gibberish, I could easily find gibberish in lots of publications written by someone who thought he knew what he was talking about. I don't have to read fu&%$ing blogs of no note. Finished. That's me done. I 've said my piece.No more moans. Right, lets move on to what I wanted to talk about.

Not the fuc&%ng crap bullshit blogs of " Confused Rambler" who starts typing before he has actually woken up. I mean " I haven't properly woken up but..." Well, go back to fu%$ing sleep you moron. I'm sorry. That's all I wanted to say about the subject. I think I've made myself clear.Well why don't they clear their minds before touching the bloody keyboard? OK. Moan over.

Oh yeah. I had this thought. There are days or weeks in the year allocated to things like " No smoking week" etc. How about a National Day for Not moaning? Wouldn't that be wonderful? When everyone agreed that no-one would moan for 24 hours for that day?

Or even better- a National Non -blogging Day for bloggers who have nothing whatsoever to say.
Everyone would stop blogging that day unless they had something really important or clever or really funny to say, or had a really nice piece of graphic work to show everyone.
I mean, if there was such a day, at least I wouldn't have to read a fu%&ing " this must sound like gibberish " bloody blog! Then perhaps we might not need a fu%*ing National Non- moaning Day.

2009-04-06T09:19:00.000-07:00

The world is waking up! About fu%&ing time!

This link is about a law just passed in California which will make prisons a lot safer for Lesbian/Gay/ Bisexual and Transgendered people.

This is great news. Now, why has it taken so long for any such action?

http://www.commondreams.org/newswire/2009/03/31-17

Maybe because there have been too many LGBT people beaten up ar even killed. Maybe it is because legislation takes a long time. Maybe the lobby groups have been agitating for this for a long time. I didn't do anything to help this come about so I don't have anything to complain about.

Thank you to all the hard working people out there who took the pain, effort , time , money and risk to get this done. I've been too frightened of letting people know I'm transgendered let alone push for legal rights.

The least I can do is start to talk to people whenever the subject comes up and educate them about being transgendered.

I've made start. I recently told my kids . Tricky, but I felt it was the right time to do it.
Now a number of people who know me well, know about me being a tranny. So now I don't have to be paranoid about other people finding out. Maybe my life will be all the better for it.

OK. I could get beaten up if I'm not careful. But then I'd make sure the heavy arm of the law would come crushing down on them like a ton of bricks. They could end up in prison. Where they just might wish they were transgendered and a similar law was in place so that they could get away from physical and verbal attacks (or worse).

Then they too would appreciate that the law is changing and the world is waking up.
xx

2009-04-05T09:53:00.000-07:00

Gabriela getting ready for Pink Punters, 21/3/2009 ( Yes, yet again- I like it! Shut up!)

2009-04-05T05:05:00.001-07:00

I have signed a contract with Vague. They said I have great potential as a fashion icon.

They were so impressed with me that an initial fee of £82,000 was agreed. They are very happy to have me on board.

I make the first payment next week.

Gabriela Julie - not just an empty headed tranny, but much more.

2009-03-29T03:01:00.000-07:00

View from a bridge- too far?

I have crossed a bridge. I split up with my partner a few months ago and am now in a different place. It is never easy when you make a major change in your life as there is so much uncertainty and ripples spread far and wide.

With a little bit of distance I can now see the whole picture with less detail but with a better idea how things were. I know I have crossed the bridge and have made a few changes which reflect my character and needs. Yet you still need to look from the bridge to survey the other side and reflect on it. Then I realise that the other side of the bridge is still familiar and hasn't changed. I have moved on and I have changed.

It is said that people change in seven year cycles and that would fit in with what has happened to me. But I'm still not going to tell you my real age. Mind you, now you know it is a multiple of 7. Damn!

What are these changes? Are you really interested? Nah! Didn't think so. Anyway they are private. That's why I'm posting this on a website for everyone to read.

So,to ensure that this post isn't a complete waste of space and to finish on a human interest topic, I will tell you that my ex has bought a new puppy ( well I suppose they are all pretty newish). Yeah, puppy love and all those puns. Sorry, I'm not in the mood for puns and this post is not a time for cheap jokes. Just time to look back and admire the view before I cross the next bridge.

xx

2009-03-17T18:51:00.000-07:00

Am I getting a bit predictable here?
Big Night Out :Yet another night at Pink Punters

The place was packed with trannies. perhaps there should be a proper group name , you know like a pack of wolves. Maybe a tranche of trannies or a frock of trannies.

Upstairs it was particularly full. There were, of course a number of gays and lesbians but, as far as I could tell, few non-LGBT types.

The clothes worn by the trannies were not risque like the previous Friday. There were a lot of glamorous gurls there and some of the outfits were superb. In fact I didn't see any badly dressed gurls there. There were quite a few convincing ones and quite a few over 6 ft tall. One was a giant. She made me look very small even wearing my heels. I take my hat off to them, it must be particularly difficult when you are that tall or heavily built.

As usual I danced until my feet were sore then danced some more. A couple of gay young men from Essex, Mike and Lee asked me why I did it (i.e. why was I dressed as a girl). Mike said it all seemed very strange to him and had never seen anything like it (trannies) before. I told him I didn't choose to do it, it was an urge that was almost impossible to ignore and told him how I started when I was about 10.

Mike's partner Lee, said the same. They were gay and could understand that but to dress as the opposite sex was just weird. Unfortunately Lee behaved as an arsehole ( Sorry Lee but you did). He tried to lift my wig and poked me in the bra. I slapped his hand (well, I had to be ladylike didn't I? ha!)and told him I would report him to the management if he didn't behave. After that he was fine. I just put it down to alcohol , I am sure he is normally a great guy.

A young bunch of pretty lesbians came up to me and asked if I went with men or girls and I told them "girls". They all looked astounded as they assumed I would go with boys/men. I took that as a compliment.

I met Audrie and Hayley who were the nicest people you could meet.They persuaded me to dance some more with them and their group. Audrie is a scream. She is a party animal. After she persuaded me to get up and dance she started showing me how to dance what I can only describe as sexy women's dance moves: gyrating the hips and kind of belly dancing. I just laughed but she kept on and so for fun I copied her moves. I felt so silly at first but then just let go and enjoyed it. Next it was a move where I had to pull my shoulders back and shimmy. What a scream! Thank you for a great time girls.

A Spanish guy, Romario or something joined us. He started trying to chat up Audrie without any luck.

Audrie said to me 'No, you must not dance like that (My Gabriela Julie dance moves :thrashing my arms out, etc.) that's crap. Gays must dance like this (showing me her womanly moves)" So I told her I wasn't actually gay. She was so surprised! Then she gave me a big hug. Ha! They thought they had adopted a gay tranny.

Romario was not going to give up easily. He kept dancing right up to Audrie and eventually she literally run away. Then Romario turned his attention on Hayley. She managed to disappear.

What I hadn't expected was his attention turning on to me! He must have been desperate or much more drunk than he looked! Help!

I always thought that if a guy paid me any attention as Gabriela it would really give me a good feeling as it would mean I had " passed". The truth was quite the opposite. OK, dancing next to me was not a problem , but really guys- I'm not interested.

OK , it was really a mixed feeling.
I suppose it was a compliment with hindsight and it was a big boost for the ego that I had kind of "passed" but at the time I felt uncomfortable.

Actually now I have had time to reflect, surely every tranny wants to be admired? That's what we are: narcissists wanting some attention. That's why we make such a big effort to look right. That's why we take copious photos of ourselves in different outfits. We are seeking the compliments of our peers and anybody else who happens to be around.

So if a guy pays some attention it is something that we have been trying to achieve, even if it is only subconsciously. We are being treated as a woman and that's what we want. Maybe we only want the attention and nothing else but maybe we haven't thought it through.

So I will look back at that and take it as a compliment. It has certainly boosted my confidence as a tranny. Another first for the old girl then!

2009-03-08T17:00:00.000-07:00

Another outing to Pink Punters.

It was a good night out on Saturday at PP . I met some diverse characters, danced a lot and chatted with a group of trannies who were all very friendly.

I got there without any "mishap" - well apart from mislaying my brush, so that I had a rather natural look.The place got busy quickly. I checked my make-up , bought a drink and soon a birthday group arrived and I ended up dancing with most of the women in the group.

After many dances I went upstairs and met a tranny admirer, a first -time out tranny named Sarah and the outrageous Lindsey Maybe, who had been going to PP for 5 years, Roxy who did pole dancing and was wearing thigh high pillar-box red PVC boots, a see through red top that seemed to finish as the skimpiest possible see-through skirt and huge boobs. As the top was see-through the boobs seemed to be coming at you. Nice one Roxy!

I danced with several pairs of lesbians and later the owner, Frank bought me a coke and had his photo taken with me! Fame at last! Ha!
I had just read about his Range Rover being set on fire in his car park and when I mentioned this he just shrug his shoulders in a " It happens" sort of way. That's pretty cool.

A gay young man spilt his drink over my latest handbag. I bought it when I went to a retro shop in London , he was really apologetic and said that normally he was really, really nice (hic!) and wouldn't do that. I kept saying it was OK and then he gave me a big hug!

Two of the trannies started dancing next to me and I was really embarrassed- by their dancing. Ha!
I stayed until 5:00.
Did I say no mishaps?
Well, I took the car key off the ring of keys intending to put the rest of the keys in the car, but forgot about it and left my home keys...at home.
So at 5:45 in the morning I was still in full makeup and frocked and I couldn't get into my house without breaking in and waking all th eneighbours. I had visions of going to find someone to change the locks on my house. I rang my ex who had a spare key to my front door. Phew!

I love putting make up on but not taking it off. But you can't have one without the other.

2009-03-01T15:34:00.000-08:00

PINK PUNTERS- Another outing

Getting Ready

I shaved my armpits for the first time ever and I had to shave a bit more of my chest hair than normal as the top I was wearing was quite low, lower than other tops I've worn. This is no big deal for regular trannies who do clubs, but for me it was.

I didn't get to buy any batteries so I don't have any pictures. I know ! I know! Call myself a tranny!

I wanted to wear something different and after trying different combinations I wore some velvet trousers which I thought looked sensational and were a delight to wear. I must have lost some more weight since I first tried them on as they kept slipping down and towards the end I kept getting my heels caught in the hems so ended up holding my trousers legs as I danced.

Steady!

It was funny. First of all it took me ages to get ready- 2 1/2 hours. Then I realised the car was not parked outside the house but on the main road. So I walked up to the car all glammed up. I had to wear my high heels as otherwise my trousers would have been caught underneath my shoes and I would have fallen over, so it would not have been a wise move. Anyway, there was a guy across the road who saw me. Luckily it was dark and not particularly well lit up.

Trouble is most people around these parts are short and ( dare I say I) not slim and not about 6 ft 3 in heels. On top of that I usually park my car on the same spot. Oh well, if I'm outed I'm not ashamed.

Go
I changed my shoes and found a faster route to Pink Punters. Just before I got there my petrol light came on. I didn't want to risk running out of petrol later on especially as most of the garages would be closed. So I had to brave it. I put my heels back on otherwise the trousers would have been too long. As I was filling the petrol I could see the shop assistant looking at me intensely.

There were other cars around and there were four guys in and around their blue BMW. I had to walk right past them. the shop assistant was very good and just said " You' re alright mate "as I gave him the money.

Then as the BMW pulled away it tooted at me! That was a first time for me and I felt quite chuffed by it. When I told my friend I was told that I should have told the garage assistant to call me "Madam" and that I should have blown the Boys in Blue Car a kiss. Why didn't I think of that? I have no class.

In the Slow Lane

Inside PP I checked my make up and hair, got a drink and went upstairs. There were only a few trannies in PP at that time - about two others.

It started getting busy and I joined in the dancing for quite a while on my own. I find it easy now, just do my own thing and not worry about it. Then I went back upstairs to rest my feet. There was a group of real women there and one of them said " Aw, what's wrong?" As I was on my own. "I'm just resting my feet". " Well do you want a dance? Come on" then she said " well I have to go to the loo first so I'll see you a bit later"

After I had finished my drink I bought another and took it down where it was pinched. I should have learnt that lesson by now: don't put your drink down unless you are going to watch it like a hawk.

Cruising

The same woman had first said to me " Cabby? What sort of name is that?Are you are taxi driver or something?" Then later said " Oh there's Gabby and she beckoned me over and I joined them dancing. After a bit she said here's Eileen , have a dance with her. Eileen was younger and good looking. She smiled and started dancing with me, twirled herself then twirled me! I must admit I quite liked that.

We had a few dances then the older woman ( sorry darling, forgot your name) said " Will you help me find my friend" I thought she said her boyfriend . Eventually we found her friend Lisa and another girl. They looked at me and were both very friendly giving me compliments about my outfit and make up. I thought that was really considerate and nice of them. Lisa said that she had drank a lot but wanted to dance. She took my hand, rather like a man would take a girl's hand. She was tall and well built (not fat) and led me inside. Then she said she wanted to go to the loo first and would I go with her. So I did, thinking this was very odd but she must have had quite a few drinks.

In the fast lane

After we talked a bit I found out that she has a regular boyfriend but also enjoys other girls. I offered to buy her a drink and she said that she didn't want me to think that I could " pull" her as she was in a relationship. I told her that I was buying it as a friend, that I was in a relationship and I wouldn't try to pull anyone. I just wanted to have good time chatting and dancing. She gave me a big smile and told me that was wonderful. So all her group., I assume, were either bi-sexual or lesbians even though they didn't dress in a butch way.

Lisa told me her best friend , with whom she had been chatting to had been in prison " For being a heroin addict" but was a fantastic friend and person.

So they may have been deciding to get themselves a new bitch and were eyeing me up .Ha!

There is definitely an affinity beteen lesbians and trannies. I think lesbians don't see trannies as a threat and perhaps their macho behaviour makes them naturally want to treat trannies as a " weaker sex" . As Gabby I like to be treated as a girl so the lesbians' protective attitude is quite acceptable to me. Does that sound strange?

That group left soon after and Lisa didn't want to go as she wanted to chat and dance with me but eventually she left.

Back in the Slow Lane

You know when you wait for buses... well the other group was a hen party. There were a few gay men with the group as well. I was just dancing when a couple of the women in that party started dancing next to me, then with me and they really enjoyed the dances. I couldn't chat much because of the noise but I danced until 4:50!! Yay!

I am so glad I went out and that I went there. I wouldn't have felt comfortable in an ordinary club and I am sure I wouldn't have talked to so many people, plus of course I wouldn't get dressed up as Gabby to go to those places. There were a few more trannies later- a total of about seven.

I'm realising now that most people are not prejudiced and if I act in a bold way laughing at myself I get a positive reaction. That's what I did last night, put on a brave front and smiled as I went into the garage. If I ever get tooted at again darling I will blow them a kiss.

Last night I also danced with a few gays and I think a couple of them may have been straight as well. They just came up to me and started dancing in front of me so I just went along with it. There was one beefy guy who danced up to me but I think he had a gleam in his eye so I quickly danced away! Ha! I don't mind dancing with guys but I'm not interested in them in any way.

There was also a guy dressed as a cowboy. He came close up to me and looked at me. His girlfriend (or maybe just friend) said to me " Don't take any notice of him. He is mad" . Ha! Then he got out his shooter and banged me a few times!

Ha! the funny thing was when he shot his gun a red ball popped out of the barrel of his gun. The irony wasn't lost on me. It reminded me of the tip of a dick.

Another couple were dancing close to me and the guy, another beefy type, told me he loved the way I danced. Wow!! I was on a high. I looked at his girlfriend and she just shrugged her shoulders. Then he came up to me again and offered me what I thought was a shot of vodka. I looked at it and he said something like, well don't just look at it but I couldn't hear properly. I put it in my mouth. it tasted disgusting.

I had no idea what it was so I just turned round and spat it out. Maybe I was supposed to inhale it! It must have been some sort of drug as it had a small label on it and it was the size of a shot of vodka but in an opaque bottle. Perhaps someone can enlighten me. The only reason I took it was because earlier another couple came up to me and were very friendly and had offered me a shot of vodka which was surplus to their requirements.

The man from this couple told me that it was their first date and " Call me old fashioned but I want to make sure this will be a fantastic night for her to remember. " I just whispered in his ears " OMG! I wonder what you mean by that? " and we both laughed.

Because I was in a dress(well OK a velvet pair of wide flared trousers with a black flower attached to the belt, a cream and black flowery low cut top and grey handbag and grey and white thin scarf around my neck) and because I was at PP, everyone was treating me as a girl or at least as someone they could approach as being friendly and open and I suppose they could see I was having a good time dancing oh and er... may have been intrigued by a guy in drag who was having a good time on his/her own.

Overall I think they understood I was expressing my inner self and accepted it. I did go upstairs to chill out now and again but didn't get into any conversations. I bumped into Debbie and her amazingly good-looking tranny partner.

Changing Gear

I was actually thinking of going to PP en drab. I thought to myself " I don't have to get dressed up to have a good time. I can just act as I want and dance as I like" To be honest I wasn't really in the mood to get dressed up but I did want to go out. Once I decided on what to wear and started shaving and getting ready my mood changed. I was really into it and it did give me a big buzz. I think it was because I was going out in public as Gabriela and that side of me would be acknowledged by people. I loved being called " sweetheart" by the gay guy at the cloakroom and "darling" by the young tranny behind the bar and by some of the lesbians. Actually I love being tooted at as well! What am I like!! I might start going there more regularly, its nice now that I recognise a few faces I can say hello to.

Stopped in my tracks

There was one woman who saw me from about five yards whom I recognised. She stared and smiled at me but I don't think she recognised me. I shall soon find out.

The final furlong

Er, sorry for the length of this post. Hope I didn't bore you. I just wanted to remember as many of the details as possible as it was a good night. There were lots of people I danced with and managed to exchange a few words despite the noise: Kirsty( the bride to be), Maria, the Italian

beauty and all the others in the Hen party. The nice young tranny behind the bar in the great top, I am hopeless with names but thank you all for a fabulous night out.

You will notice that there are no puns in this post. Is this the first time I have passed in my posts?

2009-03-01T14:35:00.000-08:00

HATS OFF TO JASPER

I had the privilege of being invited to the opening of Stephen Jones's exhibition at the Victoria & Albert Museum on Monday 23 Feb. He is the top hat designer in the UK and probably the world.

I had a really great night . I took lots of photos and even if I say so myself my daughters both looked gorgeous. I was so proud of them! I left my camera in daughter 1's bag so will have to wait until she returns it to me before I can post the photos ( Editor's note :now posted).

Daughter 1 had to finish an article for a website and made daughter 2 go really late because of that. Daughter 2 was standing over her shoulder saying " Send it now! Send it now!". I didn't know how late they would be and waiting outside for about an hour and a half. As I was by the steps, I had a fantastic view of all the celebrities attending. I'm not impressed by celebrities but it was a very satisfying experience.

I just missed out on the oysters as I had been outside most of the time and the last few were given out in front of my nose. The canapes were the smallest I had ever seen but delicious. I liked the cubes of hot beef with parsnip topping (at the time I had no idea what the topping was but it was quite bland) and the warm prawn on seeded biscuit. I will give up describing the food as I am obviously not very good at it.The pink champagne just flowed and flowed and the place itself is magnificent.

I met the husband of one of the girls I work with . He who is an architect currently working in Glasgow. He is in charge of the project to build the new transport museum there. He pointed out one of the main lighting designs in the V & A and told me his boss had designed it.Later I gate crashed Jasper Conran's group at the hotel opposite with my two daughters.

Jasper very kindly paid for our drinks even though he must have been miffed that his boyfriend was giving one of my fellow gate crashers lots of hugs and all the attention. Oops ! Am I dropping names? Honestly I'm not impressed by celebrities and that's what I said to Stephen Jones.

2009-03-01T14:16:00.000-08:00

Gabriela Julie Budd does London

I am tired from today's (Weds 25 Feb) journey and lack of sleep. I went out with two real girls. One, Lauren, was visiting from Australia and the other was one of my daughters.

We took a slow train in to Euston, a bus to Holborn, I showed them St. Pancras church, we walked through Scicillian Avenue, I bought Lauren a half pint of Bitter in a quaint Victorian pub with stained glass windows, glass partitions and sectioned off "cubicles",walked to Covent Garden and saw some performers, carried on to Leicester Square and then China Town where we had a really nice meal, we chose between us: boiled rice, crispy duck with pancakes and plum sauce, prawn in a chili and black bean sauce and honey roasted pork.

We carried on walking to Trafalgar Square and saw some of the portraits in The National Gallery, carried on walking to the River Thames and saw Big Ben ( Stop it!!), The Houses of Parliament and Westminster Cathedral. Took a tube to Green Park, walked past The Ritz to Buckingham Palace and The Mall. Walked back through Dover Street where we popped into Dover Street Market - a showroom for lots of designers where we saw a man's jacket priced at £1,530-00.

Next we visited several retro vintage shops in Covent Garden and I bought a nice small tan handbag with a shoulder strap. My daughter bought a basketball shirt and wanted to buy a blue Adidas PVC sports bag for £50. I told her I had thrown out at least two of those when I was younger, one only because the zip wouldn't shut properly.

We had a coffee at Starbucks then took a bus to Piccadilly Circus and Regent Street then walked back to Leicester Square where we went into a funland centre (The Trocadero) where we played table hockey and had a ride on the bumper cars.

Lauren said it was the best day of her holidays and they both took lots of photos. damn! I didn't have a camera. Am I now disqualified for tourist spotting without due care and attention and do I have to give in my tranny licence?

2009-02-15T10:28:00.000-08:00

IRON WILL

I keep reading here and there (mostly there) moans like " I've got a stack of ironing to do! Rats!"

Well I don't understand anyone moaning about it. Yes, maybe there are more exciting things to do, like watching the footie or getting drunk with friends or (dare I say it) getting frocked up.

But, call me wierd if you like. OK , OK enough! I actually enjoy ironing. It doesn't have to be done standing up although lying on the floor can make you prone (no pun intended) to mishaps ( you know, your line of vision was hampered so you may have been ironing the ironing board for the last ten minutes).

I find ironing relaxing, you don't have to think too much about what you are doing but you can focus on getting the creases out. By focusing you blot out everything else and to me at least, this causes stress to fade away. But a word of warning, don't relax too much. The 'phone may ring whilst you are ironing and if you are too relaxed you could well just pick up the iron, mistake it for the phone and have a heated conversation.

You can still listen to your favourite music whilst ironing. Heavy Metal may not be advisable as there is a tendency to head-butt the iron. However you can still jig or prance around (whatever your style of dancing may be) and still NOT waste time.

There is a monotony to ironing which is actually good for you. You are sucked into a zombie state of mind so that all the tension in your body just melts away. You just have to be careful that you don't actually fall asleep whilst ironing.This could lead to an iron-shaped burnt hole on your favourite T-shirt, or worse still, your favourite skirt.

So if you ever visit me and you need anything ironing and you ask me to iron it for you, I will.

2009-01-28T18:43:00.000-08:00

Matthew Shepard Act

From this link I found the following entry very interesting and of great importance to the transgender community:

http://community.livejournal.com/genderfuck/

"I was reading that Obama wants to pass the Matthew Shepard Act. No, he is opposed to gay marriage, but this does not make him homophobic. Most candidates do not approve of gay marriage, and that is fine. But, this act will be historical and something a lot of people have been waiting for. I cannot begin to even explain how important this act is to me and probably a lot of people.What do other people think? Do we think it will get passed, and if so will it be soon? "

I don't know how effective the legislation will be. But the fact that Obama wants to make it a priority makes me sit up and listen. I will keep tabs on it.

2009-01-20T14:13:00.000-08:00

GABRIELA JULIE'S LAME EXCUSES FOR NOT GOING TO WORK Number 001

" I'm sorry I can't come into work because I can't get my red nail varnish off."

I was messing about with my digital camera and decided to have fun and was creating a kind of cartoon character. A mackerel who a is a prostitute ( OK ,I've got a vivid imagination but actually someone else suggested the image- Honest!) she wears a smock and wears a sailor's hat... well anyway this character wears bright red nail varnish of course.

After taking a few photos I decided to go to bed as it was late and couldn't be bothered to take off the red nail varnish. I overslept so was pushed for time and I couldn't find the f*%%^ing nail varnish remover. I tried the baby wipes, that made the nail varnish much cleaner. Great!

Not unduly worried I searched the shed for some white spirit, without success.
After swearing at every room and most pieces of furniture I eventually found it.
Now, I don't know if my white spirit was cheap, well actually I do, I wouldn't spend more than I had to on just some white spirit. But I digress. It took me five minutes to remove about half off my thumb. Half of the varnish that is. I'm not walking around with half a thumb missing.

So I called in sick.

I still needed to get the varnish off so needed to buy some varnish remover but did not want to be seen around the shops whilst still wearing it.
So I had a cunning plan: I would wear gloves. OR rather a glove as I lost one of the pair...

So I managed to find a nice new black pair of gloves in H & M. The plan was to have the money ready in my back pocket, keep my ungloved hand in my left hand pocket, hand over the new gloves to the shop assistant and then take out my money from my right back pocket with the same hand. I could have just used both hands and suffered a bit of embarrassment and laughed it off but why make things simple when you can make life interesting?

Well, when I went to take my ten pound note from my back pocket, my glove was so thick that I could not feel the money properly. The assistant waited patiently whilst I tried desperately to get hold of the money. The queue was starting to fidget and pretend they weren't staring at me. One girl gave up her attempt to stop smoking. Another started practising her deep breathing technique. Eventually I got the money out and everyone was relieved and I managed to slip away unnoticed, apart from the ten people behind me.
Of course I needed some shopping therapy after that. I went to the drugstore., bought nail varnish remover hair accessories for my wig, two nice leather coats from a charity shop and I found this fantastic pair of pink and purple reading glasses with cats' eyes frames. Don't ask!

OK . Well, I had this idea for another real life cartoon type character. Mrs Charade, a char lady with marigolds, apron, headscarf and rollers. So I started messing around with my digital camera...

Gabriela Julie Budd

2009-01-19T17:06:00.000-08:00

As I get older I get more confident as Gabriela Julie. It's taken a long time but I totally accept her as part of me. Thank you to my broad-minded friends who have helped and encouraged me. I am having so much fun now! Ha! Well, it beats drugs doesn't it?

2009-01-09T03:46:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year

A belated Happy New Year to everyone.

I had a good Christmas despite being in bed for 5 days with flu.
I wish you all every success in whatever you want to do this year.

Last year was a mixed year for me. I went out dressed en femme for the first time and that fulfilled a need I had had for some years. I never thought I had the bottle to do it but with huge help from friends finally managed it.

My personal life on the other hand ended in turmoil but I don't want to discuss that here. I'd rather just let friends know personally.

The Grim Reaper took away a very good friend and other friends which made me stop and think. There were also several births which made me a great uncle for the seventh and eighth time.

The economic climate clobbered the hell out of the value of everyone's property and I was no exception.

We lost an old enemy in George W Bush who wisely heavily invested in brogue shoe shops over the years.

Looking forward I will take nothing for granted. I will hope for the best and cope with the worst. I'm lucky in that I don't often get elated over good news and likewise can quickly accept bad news without getting too animated (well, OK I do get mad as hell over speeding fines and I am guilty of telephone abuse (not in THAT way! Please!)

This year I do hope to see everyone who posts here and to renew old friendships and make more friends. I don't want to lose any more friends to the Grim Reaper without at least seeing them a few times. I wish you all a long and happy life, even if we will all go grey.

So drink and be Mary for tomorrow we dye.

Gabriela Julie Budd
xx

2008-12-13T17:39:00.000-08:00

The trouble with closets

THIS DRAFT WAS WRITTEN ABOUT FOUR MONTHS EARLIER, BEFORE MY FIRST OUTING EN FEMME

Er... if you are a plumber you have been misled by Google. On the other hand if you are a plumber and a transvestite, hang around or take a seat, no not THAT one, not the throne.

I am a closet trannie so I've never been out dressed as a girl. That's OK to get rid of some stress, OK, a lot of stress and one can make friends with other trannies on the Internet. That cannot be the same as going out dressed en femme and meeting other trannies.

It's a damned sight easier staying at home as one can pretend one doesn't see a bit of stubble in the closet. But getting your tits out, putting on the glitz and going means that you have to make a real effort if you are not to be laughed out. I went to Pink Punters a few weeks ago to the Girls' Night Out (previously Big Night Out).

I was dressed en drab but still had a good time. I probably spooked out a couple of trannies by chatting to them because I was en drab. Especially the poor ( and very attractive) gurl dressed in black who was sat in the corner and I said ( like you do) " Are you on your own or have you just escaped from a group?"

"Are you on your own?"OMG ! That is a chat up line so she must have been a bit phased but was none-the-less polite. If you were that gurl, I apologise and by the way, where did you get that great dress?

OK I digress, sorry. My point is: Being in the closet is rotten because no-one gets to tell you how gorgeous your clothes are or how well you may pass. It's rotten because you have to hide your girlie habits; you don't get to meet like minded transgendered folks; You can't dance on a dance floor like a girl; You are undermining your own personality because of an element of guilt- a guilty secret; You don't go out as you want to be seen; you miss out on friends.

The alternative is harder- You need to overcome your fear of being ridiculed or outed or spotted by friends or neighbours. You need to put in hours of preparation and you've got to convince your Significant Other that it's a good idea to go en femme.

What should I do? Find like minded gurls to go out with to make the pain less. Have a few stiff drinks. Get some friendly/professional advice on clothes and make up. Convince yourself you are worth it.

POST SCRIPT
Since my draft post I have been out several times en femme. I didn't experience any problems with other members of the public. I felt liberated. I know I didn't pass and I did get a few strange looks but only out of curiosity (maybe it was like"Do I know that guy?").

It was worth the risk. The adrenaline rush was fantastic . A whole new world was opened up for me. Well, people have often asked what planet I'm on. It took a lot of nerve, I won't say it was easy but I will ask " Why the hell didn't I do it before?" (That's a rhetorical question by the way, I don't often ask myself questions- ha! as if I would know the answers!)

So if you are in the same boat, don't worry, don't get cold feet, just jump in with both feet. Well, you will get cold feet because you are in a boat and the water will be very cold, unless you are lucky to be in a hot climate and then you wouldn't be in the same boat as me.

If you are planning for your first outing en femme:
DO make a big effort to look good.
DO get help from other trannies, other genetic girls or even geriatric girls.
DO try to meet up with others before you go so that you don't get cold feet ( see above- no pun intended).
Don't worry that you won't pass- that is not the point, the point is to make an effort.
Don't panic: Do smile nicely to everyone.
Don't try to ape the mannerisms of a genetic girl.
DO try to act less like a bloke ( Sitting with legs astride, swearing loudly, leering at women and farting is less acceptable in a dress).
Do take a handbag and a purse.
Don't take all your make up with you.
Don't try to talk in a Monty Python falsetto voice.
Do lower the volume of your voice.
Don't drink pints (or if you must , make it pints of Bacardi Breezer or Creme de Menthe).
Do enjoy yourself.
Don't keep thinking people are staring at you , they probably are but won't want you to notice them, or they may be admiring your outfit or wondering why your tights are over your dress.
Don't worry:what's the worst thing that can happen to you?
OK, apart from being snogged by a burly barrel-chested drunk called Kevin?

Gabriela Julie Budd
xx

2008-12-01T16:48:00.000-08:00

Afro: dis 'ere ok?

I have recently bought a lot of ladies' clothes and decided I would stop for a few weeks.

Well, I wasn't going to buy anything for Gabriela but you can't put a good woman down. Well, you can and you can have your own way with her but I digress. I passed an African shop that advertised wigs for black women so I looked in the shop window then walked away.

As I walked on Gabriela started whispering in my ear" Wouldn't it be fun if..."
I said "No." I didn't have the bottle for it as I would be too embarrassed." But as Gabriela said, no-one knew me there and so what?
I found myself walking into the shop which was badly stocked and sold some extravagant African foods and mostly hair attachments. I asked to see some Afro wigs and the woman said the ones in the window were the only ones left.
There was a bright red Afro wig and a kind of mixed-race -coloured Afro one. I said I wanted a black one. She suggested the mixed race one, very calmly. She didn't see red.

She added that she had another customer who wanted to buy it that morning but didn't have the money on her and that she might come back for it . I smiled and said that I wouldn't want to disappoint her, to which Ms Africa said " It's a really nice wig, who is it for?

I said it was for me and she looked puzzled and smiled back. I said it was for dressing up for me.

She still looked puzzled and I said " You know? Dressing up!" So she laughed. I told her that I wasn't sure but could I try it on and she went to get me a mirror.

Just then two black guys came in . I said I would wait until they'd gone and pretended to inspect wigs. She laughed with them and one of them held her in his arms. they were all joking and smiled at me so I joined in whichever joke it was.

I assumed she had told them and they were all saying how kinky I must be.

They eventually left ( good job as I'd run out of wigs, exotic fruits and empty shelves ).

When I tried the Afro on it looked really good, well when you don't have any hair, any wig looks good. So I got a bargain: £23. Considering a friend had paid £10 for a really crap one looking like a Black & White Minstrel who had a massive electric shock then had a severe perm.

So I was good really. I hardly bought anything. Just one piece...a hair piece.

xx

2008-10-08T05:44:00.000-07:00

OVER AND OUT

OK. It's over. I'm out of the closet. Well, I went out en femme for the first time in any case. So that's out of the tranny closet as far as I am concerned. Everyone told me it would be great and I believed them. They were right. I can't remember when I had so much fun going out.

In fact I went out twice in a very short space of time- both times to Pink Punters. A really wonderful friend encouraged me to get dressed as a girl and go out, lent me some clothes and took me there. Thank you! I am eternally grateful.

I won't bore you with the details but I danced, learnt to like bacardi breezers, met a few other trannies and a lesbian or two ( well you can never tell can you?), danced, chatted and laughed.
The bar staff there are fantastic as are all the staff there. They really make you feel, well ,not at home but at a great place where you are liked.

I loved being able to get my purse out to buy drinks. To carry my handbag around and to apply my makeup in the toilets. I even applied it in the girls' toilets and no-one batted an eyelid,well they were batting eyelids, staring into the mirror, adjusting skirts and frantically trying to make themselves even more gorgeous than they were. A couple of the genetic girls looked back at me for a second then carried on adjusting skirts. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone in the ladies' but I had a few drinks and was on such a high in any case that I wanted to experience everything womanly. Well, not everything! Just the going out bits.

On arrival at the club we were greeted by the bouncers with "Evening ladies, have a great night" To hear someone say that remark to me felt really great. It was like a protective welcome from a big brother to a little sister and I'd never experienced that before, quite a reversal of my normal experience.

I felt safe,welcome and as the night wore on even a bit tarty. Alcohol can make one feel like a king, in my case like a bloody princess. My feminine side was having a field day. Something I thought would never really materialise.

It was a sense of elation. I love Julie! Or Gabriela, whatever my femme name is now. To feel accepted even knowing that I wouldn't pass, even on a foggy night in the queue for the opticians, was a wonderful feeling.

My friend was great, dancing away and making sure I felt great, even lent me some lipstick when I needed it.

The basement dance floor was booming with noise that shook the giant speakers off the floor. there was some pole dancing and lots of chat everywhere.

We spoke to some girls who refused to be categorised as Goths or non-Goths. They were pretty cool. We also spoke to a poor lass who had spent £150 getting a taxi from Watford that night. She had only heard about PP that day and didn't even know where Milton Keynes was. She was very worried about her sexual orientation. So we told her just to be herself, that everyone is different. She was sat there amongst trannies. I am sure we put her straight.

I didn't see a drink in her hand so I asked if she was drinking. She said yes. I couldn't see any drink, so I said WHAT are you drinking? So she said "thank you very much, I'll have a bacardi and coke". I fell for that one didn't I?

So. It's over. No more waiting to go out for the first time. And I'm out, even though to only a few.
It's the start of the yellow brick road to the end of the rainbow. The tin man, the straw man and the lion got what they wanted all along: it was a no brainer to go out en femme. A new lease of life and I felt like a new man just accepting my feminine side and I got the courage to go out.

Thank you to my friend, to Pink Punters and it's punters.

Gabriela Julie Budd
xx

2008-08-31T16:45:00.000-07:00

A private wecome

I wish to give a special welcome to a special person who enquired about my blog and decided to have a look. Thank you for your visit. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry, but the red carpet clashed with the green background of this site so I just couldn't get it out could I?
xx

2008-01-16T07:15:00.000-08:00

An itch in time makes me feel fine.

Well, you can't keep a good girl down. After my last post I carried on working but something didn't seem right. Then it struck me: I'm at home all alone and I am dressed in drab.
The red dress mist had descended upon me and I wanted to put on my glad rags.

So I'm going to have to succumb.

Is there a gene, carrying cross-dressing desires, the same way you itch for a fag ? ( Stop it! You know I mean ciggie). Did blogging bring the idea into my head? Or did I just want to get out of working for a bit and this was a good excuse?
Who cares a fuck? I'm doing it anyway! See you later.
xx

2008-01-16T05:39:00.001-08:00

And That's a fact.

I've been singing along to " Young , gifted and black " with gay abandon ,knowing full well I'll never be the first description again and will never be the middle or last descriptions. Then again as a tranny you can willingly suspend disbelief without too much effort.

You are what you are. Sometimes you are what you eat ( or how much of it you've eaten at least). A tranny is what he thinks she is. To me, it is being a more emotional person , having a more glitsy wardrobe and letting my brain forget what my body says I should be. Oh, and having more fun , dancing without caring what I look like ( actually, that's a lie. I want to look girli cool), enjoying shopping and liking myself for what I am. Anyway, " Old, untalented and Caucasian " would never catch on as a song.

2008-01-09T05:59:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year again

Well, I did wish everyone a happy new year but must have been a bit pissed cause it's not here.
Sorry and belated Happy New Year.

Went for a meal on boxing day and some of us were late, so by the time we ordered, all the other customers had gone home. The staff were nice though, even though they wanted to shut the restaurant ( part of a pub).
Food was a bit uncooked but we didn't feel it right to complain. Then we were told the chef and assistant chef had, earlier that day, smashed their car which ended in a ditch. They couldn't get cover for their jobs so had to come in to cook. The chef could only use one arm and the other guy was still suffering from shock. So it was a good job we kept our lips sealed ( lip gloss is best).

Keep your posts coming in . Ha!
Tell me what you've been up to and what you looking forward to this year. I'm looking to go out as Julie this year, finally , for the first time.
xx

2008-01-03T08:21:00.000-08:00

Found It!
Ah! I found it. I must have been pissed not to find my Happy New Year post! Here it is in full black and white:

Happy New Year to all my fans and friends!

OK, to my friends then.

I didn't realise how much I've been missing my blogging.

I've been spending money on girlie clothes, mostly department stores but a first at a local charity shop. I was in drab but I spent so long rummaging around, looking at sizes and bought so many bits that it was pretty obvious it was for me. Nice woman didn't blink and served me poilitely.

Has any Tgirl ever been treated with the utmost disrespect by shop assistants? All the accounts I have read have been positive (as has been my alcohol readings by traffic cops).

I've had so many dinners and staff parties that my dress size has shot up, so now I have to work off the calories. I've been quite good though, Most of the chocolate boxes are still unopened...

...blah blah blah I wished I hadn't found it now. What a boring old tart.
xx

2007-08-01T08:14:00.000-07:00

Just saw this for the first time. Excuse me if you've seen it before. Anyway enjoy!

http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/++priscilla+queen/video/x1tcgg_rocky-horror-show-vs-queen-of-the-d_dating

2007-08-01T07:31:00.000-07:00

Hi!
I'm still around. Just haven't had the time to bog.Just a brief update:

I witnessed a gang fight in Cambridge over the weekend. Admittedly they were aged between 14 and 15 and no weapons were used. I take my designer hat off to the police. they were there within 5 minutes of my phone call.
. . .

Been on holiday to Spain... sun, sea, yes and that too.

. . .
Saw Ely cathedral on Sunday. Magnificent. It will be still standing when all these modern offices have been forgotten about.
. . .
My trannying days have been very limited. Must get out to meet other transgendered folk. Today is the first day I've trannied for two months. Did manage to jive a bit at a wedding recently. Not the same in bloke mode though is it? Not half the fun.

Been thinking recently ( stop laughing!) Is it more satisfying to have make up on or to be dressed as a woman? Ideally both, but what if you had to choose between the two?

This looks like fun... John Travolta in drag...

http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/hair+spray/video/x1t0h3_hairspray_videogames

2007-05-09T06:35:00.000-07:00

Hope you like this:

I've only just discovered them

http://www.livevideo.com/video/70A441F4B865423692B4FDC283E5A77C/the-knife-pass-this-on.aspx

Julie
xx

2007-05-09T03:16:00.000-07:00

I've moved !

Sorry girls gurls and guys. I've not posted because
I'm so dam busy at work
I've moved home ( still moving stuff )
I've been on holiday ( no pics , I promise)
I'm so dam busy at work

Cornwall was beautiful. I saw the Eden project ( nothing to do with nudity) and was blown out by ... er...was knocked over by The Lost Gardens of Heligan http://www.cornwall-calling.co.uk/homes-and-gardens/heligan.htm

Anyway, I'm back and hungry for more contact with you lot out there. So tell me what you've been up to and about yourselves.

Oh the new house? Well its a small cottage in a village. The address is...
none of your business.

Julie
xx

2007-03-21T07:56:00.000-07:00

A Guide for trannies: Part 1. Shopping

This is how to do it girls!

http://www.neworleanscitybusiness.com/uptotheminute.cfm?recid=4912

It takes years of experience of January sales to be this ruthlessly efficient.

2007-03-12T05:22:00.000-07:00

JULIE COMES BACK

Hey! No puns please!

OMG! I haven't posted since the start of Feb. Apologies to people everywhere who've been wondering where I've been.

The highlight of the last few weeks have been my appearance on The Culture Show on BBC 2.
Get this... on stage with Bryan Ferry and also with Maximo Park. Not actually performing but on stage about three yards from them. It was a small audience of about 50 people, shot at Arena 2 by Regent Street, two weeks ago. It is a great venue and everyone was realy chilled out and friendly. There was a no smoking policy there, much better than other places where smoke gets in your eyes.

O.K. I lost a days'work but it was definetly worth it.

Unfortunately I handed my camera to my daughter to put in her hand bag, which she gave into reception for safekeeping, so no photos of Bryan Ferry, but I'm getting a copy of the programme, so no worrys.

Bryan sang Positively 4th Street with a violinist, piano and electric guitar. The guitarist achieved a really beautiful, strange sound by placing the guitar accross his lap and using a biro to flick on the strings. Brilliant.

Bryan's ( N.B. first name terms) song was from his new album, Dylonesque, As he and Bob Dylan are my two favourite artists, I was saying to myself " Can it get better? More than this?"

http://www.bryanferry.com/bf_site.html

Julie xx

2007-02-05T04:10:00.000-08:00

The adventures of Julie, queen of the Desert

Well, more like the misadventures of Julie, lost in trannydom.

I met two really nice, open, friendly Tgirls on Friday. Vanessa and Rachel
http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/

I was really quite excited as I had a chance to put on my girlie clothes away from home, even though it was only in another house. I set of a tad late but still thought I'd get there in time.

No. Julie has her own A to Z of London and her own sense of navigation. Columbus would have given up and gone back home in his quest for the passage to India, had Julie been at the helm.

Well I was at the wheel (of misfortune?). I had a printed set of instructions from AA autoroute, so what could go wrong? I was too bloody excited to get there and a bit late so I missed my turning and had to go by a different route. I 'phoned for instructions three times and still got lost. There were three genetic girls who also gave me instructions who were a big help. I'm glad I was in Julie mode, otherwise I would never have asked for directions.

Just before I arrived,I drove out of a side turning into the main road and waited for the traffic from my left to drive past before completing my right hand turn. However, a bitch in a white car decided that she had right of way and, reminding me of my love life and aspersions on my parenthood, she cut me up from my right hand (not literally)and, driving on the wrong side of the road, she nearly ploughed into oncoming cars.
All I can say is, Man in White Van, beware Woman in White Car.

On arrival I was given a warm greeting and a nice simple meal with champers. Yay!

Vanessa and Rachel spoke openly about their transgenderism and I spoke openly about mine, even though I had never met them before, although Rachel and I have sent e-mails to each other.

To my surprise I didn't recognise Rachel in drab mode. Vanessa looked really elegant in a red short-sleeved top and flowing black skirt. I wanted to get changed but we were so engrossed in talking that it didn't seem important.

Then I played my Joker: I brazenly said I really wanted Vanessa to do my make up, as she is qualified in the art. I love Julie when she says things like that. No problem, said Vanessa. 'Go on then!' said Rach.

V. started doing my face and I could see the transformation taking place. She was telling me what she was doing and teaching me at the same time.I'd never seen myself with make up properly done before. I love it.

Is it a tranny thing or am I just a shallow narcissist? I thought I looked quite presentable, even before donning a wig and having my eyes and lips finished.

Yeh. You are right I'm a shallow narcissist.

V had to go before she finished as she had promised to help out a friend and she was on very short notice. However, I was more than pleased. I will have to find time to practice what I learnt.
Don't worry, I shan't be posting any photos of me yet. I'm not that cruel.But just wait till I've had my full make-over.

Rach. upset me by pressing me for my age. I confessed (why didn't I lie?).Don't you dare spill the beans Rach! I suppose she made up for it by telling me I looked a lot younger ( as does she). Did I mention shallow narcissists? But the damage was done. I can longer claim to be a debutant.

I couldn't stay til the evening so with great regret I packed my bag and put my makeup away for another day.

V. and Rach. had some fascinating facts to tell me about their lives. V had also recently gotten married, bought a new flat and a beast of a car. Rach. is Numero Uno in the Tranny websites. Wel, if you are gonna have friends, why not pick winners? What friendly, genuine (no pun intended) Tgirls they are.

I have to add that I had never met any other T girls 'live' before, except a few words with a rather glamorous one in Pink Punters.

http://www.pinkpunters.com/sitev2/

You get a feeling when you meet people for the first time and I felt totally at ease in their company. So Tgirls are 'normal' after all. Whatever made me think they are all bonkers?

2007-01-29T03:39:00.000-08:00

Other bloggers

I've just been surfing other tranny blogs when I should be working, but then I work best when the deadline is up to my neck.

I've been inspired by several tranny sites including Beckys Tg Blog,TV Dreams and Karol Cross.

http://www.beckysweb.co.uk

http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/

http://www.karolcross.com/

Karol makes me laugh as she does get into some unsual spots, maybe cos she's always clubbing. There is a serious side to it though when she shares her thought on her chosen lifestyle. One of her thoughts made me think about my acceptance of myself as I am.

It made me realise that I have always fought to hide my feminine traits and the only one who is suffering is me.

I've only recently accepted whole heartedly that I am a tranny and happy with it, but still hide it from nearly everyone. I don't feel guilty but I justify it by thinking that I am protecting my family. But if I try to hide it, then how can I expect so called normal ( i.e. non-transgendered) to accept the concept of being transgendered?

I think I must come out against any sexual prejudice even if it is e.g. only a snigger when gay characters mince in situation comedies. That may lead to my own gender being questioned and I will have to answer unambiguosly that sexuality should not be confused with gender.

It is only after accepting that I am happy to be a tranny that I can feel comfortable with being a man.IMHO I am a better person and a more rounded person ( no pun intended).

I would love to be in some of the situations Karol has mentioned where she has been mistaken for a woman. That has only happened to me once... and I was dressed in drab!

The other thing that has occurred to me is that, after accepting i am happy as a tranny, I opened up my mind and wondered if i was bisexual. If that means attracted to men sexually, then the answer is no. Then again I am attracted to people according to their characters irrespective of their sex, so I can be attracted aesthetically to men. Technically that would make me bisexual I suppose

What about fantasies ? I think that will have to be a new thread.

Julie
xx

2007-01-05T07:13:00.000-08:00

New Year's Eve

I had a cracking good time on New Year's Eve.

It was a masquerade ball.I went as a Thirties member of the mob,took centre stage on a version of "Is this the way to Amarillo" and ended up showing a group of real girls how to do the can can. All this on only four bottles of Budweiser and a glass of champagne. Maybe next time I'll as a gangster's moll?

Anyway, Happy New Year to you.
Julie
xx

2007-01-05T06:59:00.000-08:00

Guiness Book of Records

Yes, that's right, I'm going for the Guiness Book of Records listing for the most number of boxes of tissues used on one cold.

Don't you just hate it when the box of tissues is going down fast and you are thinking " I don't want to use that frigging toilet paper on my little ( OK not so little) sensitive nose.
Or even worse- you are on the train, you've used your last tissue so often that it may be a good idea to wring it out ( actually it's snot a good idea), the drips on the end of your nose are dangerously close to dropping off and you've got a light grey jacket on, so sleeves are not an option. You run like mad to the toilet,it's locked because the bastard tranny inside is still checking his make up... and then, you feel the urge to sneeze...

It's amazing how much use you can get out of that same tisue isn't it?

Julie
xx

2006-12-28T07:36:00.001-08:00

Is this funny?

I received this photo by way of an e-mail , so if you've already seen it, it won't be funny ( no apologies- I'm giving apologies up unless I've done something wrong).

The thing is: is it funny? She has an awful lot to envy as far as most trannies are concerned- looks, slim body, hairless skin. The photo is kinda funny as it's a bit revealing. Even if it is THAT bit. But in my own little trannyworld, I think it is a great picture and one I would be proud of. It does need touching up of course ( No pun intended!).
Julie
xx

2006-12-24T05:02:00.000-08:00

So here it is, Merry Christmas !!

Right. I've got my 'kids' coming home and I'm cooking for 14 people. So we've had to borrow chairs, a table, cutlery and everyone else is chipping in with deserts, starters, booze. There will be so many cakes that we may put up a stall at the Women's Institute fete.

I just need to wrap up a few presents- I'm getting wiser now: I bought mostly vouchers and small pressies so that the wrapping is easy. The Christmas tree is in place and lit. Let hostilities commence. Er... I mean let the festivities commence.

I'm listening to Virgin radio who seem to have a good selection of oldies and not too many bland Christmas tunes. If you are reading this on Christmas Eve then... get a life! No, I didn't mean that. Just do your own thing, be yourself and enjoy life. Yes, life is going to fuck us up now and again, just get up, dust yourself down, check your make-up , if you are that way inclined, and take another step forward...Oops! And mind that man hole ( no pun intended).

If you want to waste more time why not do this gender quiz?
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5993265426697792320

I took the test and found I'm 73% feminine. Help! Who's been putting oestrogen tablets in my drink? I'm gonna cover up my babycham with my hand from now on.

Auntie Julie
xx

2006-12-22T01:39:00.000-08:00

A peaceful and healthy New Year

My friends, Romans, countrymen, Yanks, Europeans, Aussies, Asians, South Americans, Africans, straight guys and dolls, transgendered, bi-sexuals, transexuals, fellow trannies and Star Trek fans (they are on a different planet): Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. If you do not happen to believe in Christmas, then have a peaceful and healthy New Year.

Personally, I try to live each day as if my life might end the next day, so Christmas just means that everybody else is getting onto my wavelength. I suppose my philosophy is: " Don't worry about it. It may never happen, but if it does there's probably nothing you can do about it until it actually happens. If it happens, deal with it. By all means try to avoid it from happening but the more you think about it, the more you will create events that will make it happen. To sum up:it could be worse. Enjoy life today and if you wake up tomorrow, that's another bonus.

Enough of my philosophy. I'd like to know what everybody elses' philosophy is. Even if it's : "Fuck You!"
http://ecard.ashland.edu/2004admission/index.html
Anyway, have a happy and peaceful New Year.
Julie
xx

2006-12-20T15:26:00.000-08:00

Congratulations to Simon and Jane on their engagement

2006-12-11T08:39:00.000-08:00

What I've been up to.

An ab. fab weekend. I didn't go anywhere exotic.

On Sat. I went with my partner to view the house we are in the process of buying. It looked even better than the first time we saw it. The current owners are pretty cool customers. They had recently spent three years in Belize. We had coffee and a chat.

In the evening we went to friends for a superb meal, leg of lamb with a whole bottle of wine in the sauce. I only had one drink but was so,so relaxed.

Sunday, the weather turned but we made it to Ikea to list any bits of furniture we wanted. Not exciting enough to write about but I just had this glowing feeling all day. After another perfect meal at home I watched one of my all-time favourite Westerns, The Wild Bunch. http://www.filmsite.org/wildb.html

Another good night's sleep .
I 've been working from home today, so didn't need to travel. I'm still feeling terrific and wouldn't ask much more from life than that.

Who needs holidays?
Julie
xx

2006-12-09T06:37:00.000-08:00

Lucky

What a beautiful day.
It's just like a warm Spring day. Everything in the world is wonderful.
Blogs should not just be for sounding off. I'm in a beautiful mood and I am going to enjoy every second in time.
No, I haven't been smoking the wacky baccy. (I don't do that). Just that life is so beautiful, you can't say it often enough.
Sure I 've got my share of problems, just like you and everyone else.
But I'm throwing them out of the window and not giving them any time or space, at the very least for today.
So, if I get run over by a bus today, I've got clean pants on ( I'm in boy mode at the moment), I'will die happy ( apart from the cruciating fuxxking pain from being run over) and I loved every moment of the day. Apart from the last few seconds.
Anyway, I'm listening to Kylie singing " I should be so lucky" and I love everybody.

Julie
xx

2006-11-29T05:01:00.000-08:00

I don't get it. When I work at someone else's office I get loads done, am very organised, manage to have a laugh and enjoy peoples company.

When I'm sat at my desk at home I get sucked into blogs, making coffee, web surfing and anything rather than work. I've got deadlines, I 've got motivation ( I need the money).

Perhaps its the wrong enviroment. It's peaceful, theres little distraction from my phone.
Perhaps I'm rebelling? " Sod the world. I'm just going to do what the f*ck I want."
Maybe I'm a deadline junkie and want to get my fix.

Maybe I need the further motivation of others beiong around me.
Maybe I should get a lifesize doll ( no, not one of those, I'm not into those, no pun intended) to give some company and to make sure I don't slack) .

What's that? 5 p.m.? Great, now I've got half an hour to do 5 hours work. Yippee!! Let's go!!

2006-11-27T07:04:00.000-08:00

Celebrity look-alikes

Great! Huh!

So far, my celebrity look-alikes include Roy Keane, Steve Martin, James Joyce, John Goodman, Nigel Mansell, Aidan Quinn, Karl of Austria( No, I've never heard of him either, hopefully no relative of Adolf), Tony Blair, Clint Eastwood, Cat Stevens and finally two women: Serena Williams and er.. Margaret Thatcher.
That IS scary. Maybe God was being kind to the world by making me male. No-one would recover from a swipe of a handbag from a cross between Serena and Mrs. T.

Sorry, Selina, I have warned everyone I'm a rather masculine tranny.
Ouch!!, that hurt.

OK I promise to post my real photo when I've had my make-over.

OMG! Did I just say that?

Julie

2006-11-19T16:34:00.000-08:00

Where do I go from here?

Life is moving on and I'm hanging on to its legs for dear life.
Getting closer to buying a house. I've made an offer, its been accepted and I've got my deposit together- that was the hardest part.

The new house will be much, much smaller but at least I won't be throwing money down the drain in rent.
Ah! that's why why the sewers are blocked!
So I've got a lot of excess furniture, clothes and stuff to offload as there's verylittle storage in the new place.

My Clio is no more. A red light kept appearing on my dashboard which looked like an upside down exclamation mark on radio waves. Of course I did the normal thing and ignored it totally.
Then it kept happening every week, so I thought I'd better find out what it means.

I soon found out. It meant that the water in my radiator was so hot that it had to get out of there as quickly as possible. Luckily I wasn't peering into my radiator at the time otherwise I would have ended up very red-faced indeed.

So, the Clio s dead. Long live the Peugeot 306. It is a 1.9 deisel turbo and a really nice toy. It's not new( I had to find a deposit for the house. Keep up those of you at the back) but not in bad nick.

I've not been surfing the tranny web sites recently and am missing it quite badly. I have almost become a " normal" member of the community ( Ha!) But it is quite boring when you don't have any trannying to look forward to so I will have to get back to my girlie ways.

I have a new digi-box. So I've looked at all the available stations on my digi-box.
Well, I thought there were some naughty sites on the internet but had no idea about the naked girls available for mobile chats. The thing is, one of the girls has to persuade the punters to ring in while her friend pouts and shows us her wet knickers. But sometimes the punters don't ring for ages and the girl has to carry on trying to persuade men to ring in. How do they carry on pouting and pretending they are still raring to go after half an hour? They also have to smile at the same time and say something, anything to let the punters know what they are missing.

Maybe they think to themselves " Where are they? Why aren't they ringing in?"
Hasn't anyone told them of the Pink Punters?

And another thing, I looked up the gay sites and found that there were loads of t.v.s asking for sex from other guys, yet I thought most t.v.s were straight. Am I wrong?

I was doing all this for research purposes you realise don't you?
Take care fans.
As Arnie says, I'll be back.
Julie
xx

2006-10-29T14:05:00.000-08:00

Huh!! Chick or Chiken?

Well I blew it big time yesterday.
All the girls at UK Angels were really nice and encouraged me to go to Canal Street in Manchester's gay district.Justine Cairns, Michelle and all the others
couldn't be more helpful, gave me details, suggested where to stay etc.

So I ruished around, bought everything I needed, full make up kit, new outfits- except , no time to buy a wig. But managed to get a day when my partner was away.

Booked a room. Travelled to Manchester. Nice friendly hotel. Went into the bar as previously agreed. Got myself a Becks to settle the nerves.No, not you Becks!! The one that comes in a bottle.(Oh MG! that was you?). Sorry, getting side-tracked here and that pun was a bit bellow the belt.

Anyway, back at the hotel... Julie is losing her bottle ( no pun intended). Can she summon enough courage to just walk a few yards to where the TG group are huddled together? Then the sound of loud harsh Scottish-miner type laughing. You know the type you expect from the Gorbols district of Glasgow. By the way, never order a knuckle of lamb sandwich there. And be very afraid when approaching a Glaswegan TV who wants to give you a Glaswegan kiss.Trust me on this one.

Oh, back at the ranch: I felt as tense as if it was a shoot-out. The barmaid was friendly,OK Carol ? I heard this roaring laugh and I thought " OMG I shouldn't be here.I'm shit scared cos I don't know any of them" and I was out of my depth( Plus I still didn't have a wig). I thought : " These are full blooded guys out for a good booze up. Just the thing I'm trying get away from. No offence girls if you were in that group. You were probably just having a good laugh and being natural. But I'm a timid Tg and needed to meet up with a few quiet girls sipping their glass of wine and chatting sedately. It didn't help that we were all in drab and most of us wre sporting stubble.

So, I had another Becks.Would that help me relax?
Nope. I chatted to the bar maid and decided Julie was not still not ready for coming out, and especially not for going out. I went upstairs to my hotel room and packed my bags. Literally.

Still, hope you had a fantastic time, girls and thanks for all your encouragement. Perhaps that was a dry run ( no pun intended). I apologise if anyone reading this is Scottish and feels offended. I don't mean to that either. So sorry girls. I'm not really a chick but realy chicken and not game.

Maybe I love Julie, but not enough.

2006-10-06T06:25:00.000-07:00

Julie- unplugged version

I have been inundated with at least one e-mail recently and I thought I would reply to all of them with a posting.

Then I thought, oh sod it. why should I?

A funny thing happened to me on the way to the railway station two days ago. Well, actually I didn't think it funny. I queued up for a cheap day return ( yeah, that's me - a cheap ride) and discovered I had no money in my wallet. (Not like - " Why- you must be Dr. Wallet, I am Mr Stanley )So I went to a bank cash machine. It was a new machine and so I was a bit suspicious of it but went ahead anyway. I was waiting for my money to come out and nothing happened.

It seemed to be flashing a bit and I couldn't see my card. Eventually I just spotted it, just a very tiny slither could be seen. My brain said " OK. pull the card out." My arm reached for the card ( my right arm, as I'm right-handed, despite being a tranny).The machine said " You are too late mate. I flashed at you for ages and you didn't take your card, so I'm keeping it, so fuck off!"

I wasn't very happy with this machine which had suddenly been given a human embodiment. I resisted my urge to shout and kick the machine. For at least ten seconds.I asked, in a very ironic tone of voice, if it was happy now? I thought of headbutting it , but declined as it was smaller than me. As Julie I just wanted to scream and throw a tantrum and hit it with a handbag. Instead I looked into my brief case and managed to find enough £1 coins to pay for the train ticket.

As I went past the same spiteful machine I gave it a very disdainful stare and sneered at it. If it had not been a machine there would have been an almighty argument, everyone would have stopped whatever they were doing: having silly photos taken in the photobooth; burning their tongues on the paper coffee cups; begging for ten "p" ( cents); running after the train that has just left the station; selling a copy of Big Issue. Instead I had to wait till I got to the office before I could pick a fight with the first person I saw.

I couldn't even unplug the dam bitch.

2006-09-19T06:49:00.000-07:00

Don't shoot !

He gazed down at me and pointed right between my eyes. I started to perspire and shake. How did I get into this awful position?

http://www.imagesjournal.com/issue10/infocus/overview.htm
My legs were tightly crossed and I felt exposed and fragile. He would start shooting any time.

I would bravely gaze back, toss my head back and to one side and give him my best smile.

Well, that's how I imagine it. I am one small step nearer to my first photo shoot. Just waiting for the appointed day to be announced. But now I'm panicking- I need to buy a wig and some outfits. That's great, otherwise I would just wait for ever and not do anything about it all. I can't wait.

2006-09-15T03:34:00.000-07:00

MISS TRANNY OF THE YEAR FINAL - OFFICIAL PHOTOS

MISS TRANNY AFGHANISTAN

2006-09-08T10:07:00.000-07:00

Cross dressing sex tips, ladyboys,Jordan,Beckham,50 cent,tits,free,new money,pictures

http://www.jordanfanclub.co.uk/

Following on from my last post I wish to further explore the area of cross dressing sex tips.

Tights can be a problem. Stockings allow far more freedom of movement...

to be continued in my next blog

2006-09-08T09:55:00.000-07:00

Its the weekend! yay!!

It's sunny! Yay!!

I'm going to a wedding tomorrow! Yay!!

I have been pissed off with going to funerals so this is a very pleasant change. Four funerals and a wedding. Could be a catchy title for a film.

Mustn't grumble but I'll be going in drab in a suit, and all the genetic ladies will be done to the nines. Thought about buying a black kilt but left it too late.

http://www.21stcenturykilts.com/black.htm

Where is everyone? What's happened to the posts on my blog?

O.K My next post will be commercially orientated and licenced to thrill.

Julie
xx

2006-09-04T05:18:00.000-07:00

Footless tights

They don't look good on trannies do they?
Makes your feet look even bigger. Makes you look like Max Wall.

Leg warmers, on the other hand, I think look great with ankle boots.
There, I've said it. I like leg warmers. OMG. I admitted to liking Country and Western recently and now this. Eek!!

FOOTNOTE

I mean these.

Not these:
Julie

2006-09-04T04:31:00.000-07:00

Just part of the service

I just came back from the garage in Towcester which had repaired my car. Or so I thought. The owner asked me if I'd looked at the car so I said I would. A minute later I said 'I thought you had put on a new door?'
'Yes. We have'
'Well, the lower part of the door is still badly scratched'
'I 'll come and have a look... Ah! Sorry about that, we must have taken the lower plastic moulding and left it in the boot, then put it back as it was.'
'And what about my front number plate?'
(Wild bemused look on the his face)'The number plate?'
'I would like one'
We both stare at the front of the car which looks like an old age pensioner whose front teeth have been ripped out.
'Oh, er...well, apart from the odd one or two minor things, everything is OK, yes?' I just came back from the garage in Towcester which had repaired my car. Or so I thought. The owner asked me if I'd looked at the car so I said I would. A minute later I said 'I thought you had put on a new door?'
'Yes. We have'
'Well, the lower part of the door is still badly scratched'
'I 'll come and have a look... Ah! Sorry about that, we must have taken the lower plastic moulding and left it in the boot, then put it back as it was.'
'And what about my front number plate?'
(Wild bemused look on the his face)'The number plate?'
'I would like one'
We both stare at the front of the car which looks like an old age pensioner whose front teeth have been ripped out.
'Oh, er...well, apart from the odd one or two minor things, everything is OK, yes?'
I had to laugh at this expression.

So he offered me a courtesy car and I will have to go for it again on Monday.

I could understand this treatment if I was dressed as a layyyydee. But honestly,it was enough for me to put my hands on my hips and scream. Seriously, if I had been in bloke mode I would have been obliged to be sarcastic at the very least. But I was in girl mode so I just laughed at it with him. How soft can I get?

2006-08-31T10:04:00.001-07:00

CHIMNEY SWEEPS

I had my chimney swept today.

Oh sorry! Is that not politacally correct? Perhaps I sholud rephrase that.I am not homophobic.
In fact I admire the confident ones who party just as hard as anyone else and take great pride in their appearance. But to get back to my post...

As I love chatting ( almost as much as I love Julie), I engaged in social conversatio with my chimney sweep. (Why aren't they called chimney sweepers? Is there such a thing as a chimney sweepee?) It turns out that he has read about his profession ( no - the day one!) and told me that parents sold their boys for £2, when £2 was a grand sum of money. They would work very long hours in dark ( obviously) and horrid conditions and sleep on bags of soot.

I pondered:' I wonder ( or ponder) what would happen to the boys when they were too big to climb inside chimneys'. To which sweep ( or was it sooty?) said ' They just threw them out onto the streets. Now, I remember from reading Dickens that they fed the boys very little to keep them weak and to stop them from fighting back. They were fed a nasty potion which tasted revolting and kept their appetite down.

So they wouldn't have grown too big too quickly and would not have been capable of very hard manual labour, so perhaps they turned to crime or begging or joined the army.
Sweep then said 'Most of them died of lung cancer'. That's something that I hadn't thought about. It was a very sobering thought. They were just pieces of meat bought to do a job then cast away. Child slavery was ripe in Victorian times but when people like Dickens tried to change things it didn't happen overnight. The vested interests had their way and child slavery existed for a long time after that.

If this sounds like a history lesson then I apologise . Yet, I know that nothing has really changed in human nature. Unscrupulous employers will still try to make as big a profit as they can without regard to the health or safety of their employers. In other countries child labour still exists. What pressure do we put on those countries? It's not for the benefit of the vested interests.

I am not a political activist, but if I were, I'd probably be a petticoat revolutionary.

Julie
xx

2006-08-21T06:34:00.000-07:00

Go on, take the shirt of my back, why don't you?

I bought a new shirt and wore it a few weeks back for a barbecue. It is a man's cream cotton shirt, military style, with woven cream and brown flowery designs on the bottom front and on the back. I was waiting for the comments to come as I'm never en femme in public.

Eventually the comments came-"Where did you get THAT!", "It's a bit too Country & Western for me". Other guys didn't comment but I kept thinking :"They think I'm gay".

I had teamed my shirt with cream casual trousers and a rather fetching pair of unisex sandles. My head is shaven and as I was sitting down on a blanket one of the (genetic) girls said I looked like a Muslim on his prayer mat.

Then there was a general discussion of my shirt and my daughter said I think it's really nice and most of the girls agreed. Maybe next time I will add some lipstick and really raise some eyebrows.

I often wear use lipseal anyway so what's the big deal- for any homophobics ( is there such a thing as a transgenderphobic? ) out there , reading my blog, wishing you could dress up in heels and some pretty clothes. Try it. You might like it.

By the way- I love Country and Western: Hank Williams,
http://www.bbc.co.uk/music/folkcountry/rams/ghank.ram Johnny Cash, Dollie Parton

( Julie shifts into melancholy mode:)Those were the days, saturday morning pictures, 6d to watch Roy Rogers singing a Cowboy song with Trigger doing the chorus

Julie takes guitar,straddles the settee and sings a few bars then falls off Trigger...

2006-08-20T08:16:00.000-07:00

Scardy cat

I am such a scardy-cat.

When I'm dealing with life's crisis I can be a real lion and tackle just about any situation. Yet when I had a chance to go out for the first time where I knew there would be trannies - Pink Punters in Milton Keynes.

I managed to go there by myself but I was too scared to go as a girl so went en drab. I spotted some other trannies dressed en femme yet I didn't have the courage to speak to them.I am sure that they would have been really friendly but I just couldn't get myself to approach them.

Until the end of the evening that is. I managed a few words with a trendy Tgirl in a denim skirt- She looked really good by the way- but as she was talking with a guy I didn't get to tell her I was a trannie.

Still, the place was great. I love Pink Punters now. Very friendly staff including the bouncers, a friendly lively crowd and a mixture of gays , lesbians, transgendered and heterosexuals mixed in a blur of club classics and pop videos. I must go again.

ROAR!!!

2006-08-09T06:53:00.000-07:00

In all walks of life

I took my car in for a major repair job after a local farmer hit me with his 4x4 whilst I was stationary. Honest!

He admitted liability but wanted to pay without affecting his no claim bonus. So he is paying £1,450 ( about 2700$). Show me a farmer who pleads poverty and I'll show you a rich conman.

On the way I noticed there was a lorry and a smart blue van in the layby close to home.

I didn't arrange for a lift back so I managed to get a bus which only comes once an hour, to take me within three and a half miles of home.
It was a sunny day so I decided to walk back. It was a pleasant walk past a village with thatched cottages and horses along the way.

Then, about a mile from home I passed the same blue van in the lay-by. The van had tinted glass but I was still able to see inside. Being an inquisitive person I could see there was a bloke with a craggy face having a cigarette in the van.

As I passed I took a closer look. He was wearing a French maid's uniform. Honest! I thought of chatting to him but he may not have wanted my company as the van had been there earlier about an hour and a half previously.

Who was he ? Why was he dressed in a French maid's uniform? What was he doing waiting in the van ?

Coque-au-vin ? Anybody?

Julie
xx

2006-08-04T05:26:00.000-07:00

Things I wouldn't have if not for my partner:

Copying a theme from Jackie
http://jackietown.blogspot.com/

Blue veined cheese- smells and tastes of cheap soap.

Any hair products-My head is shaven

Paper towells- a sponge does the job better and lasts so much longer.

Little wooden or plastic garden figures- waste of money, they look awful and are annoying.

Cushions - settees are specifically designed to sit on, so why load them up with twenty cushions?

Her shoes - they don't fit me and I'm very jealous about them

Things my partner wouldn't have if not for me

unsalted butter

books on history, biographies, soccer,cooking, military history, classics

guitars

pot plants

files in my office

standard lamps

antiques which don't look newish (!!!)

loud music,- rock, flamenco or classic

My heels, my skirts, my blouses, my bras and my panties- they don't fit her and she wouldn't be seen in such classy/tarty clothes ( but it's OK for her to pinch my lipstick and other make up and use my Indian shawls for the furniture

Julie
xx

2006-07-21T07:54:00.000-07:00

I must do it

I've got an overwelming desire to have my face made up professionally and to have a photo session.I am very aware that I haven't posted any photos, yet in all the blogs I've read it is obvious it is such a delight that I must do it. I've tried to do it myself but the resulting photos would have got me a full time job in panto.And I don't want to frighten off anybody posting here.

Can anyone reccommend a tranni-friendly beautician who won't cost a fortune and is within a hundred miles of Northampton?

Julie
xx

2006-07-21T07:26:00.000-07:00

Graduation Day

Yayy!!! My son graduated yesterday! I travelled to Leeds to watch the award ceremony.Yes it was boring, yes it was overblown, yes most of the lecturers were so snobbish you could almost feel them leering at the plebs sat before them. BUT...I was really proud of my son and the occaision got to me.

I was OK until a student was given a postumous degree. His father went to collect the degree on his behalf and kissed the piece of paper as he came down the steps from the platform. That really got me and the tears started rolling. My eyes are filling up now as I write.

My son had a tough ride in life, his mum died of cancer when he was 10 and though he was a good lad, a skunk of another boy befriended him when he was 16 and got him into trouble with the police when they got drunk and decided it would be fun to drive my hire car along a major road.

He was also asked to leave take a year off school when he was 15 because he just wasn't doing any work.

So, when my son's turn came to collect his degree I was more proud than a mum at her favourite daughter's wedding.And more tearful.

He had overcome all the odds and showed everyone what he was made of.

That's my boy!

2006-07-04T15:14:00.000-07:00

I'm still around.

Been to Spain on holiday and bought some cool beach slippers and saw lots of lovely clothes.Watch this space. Just like Arnie. I 'll be back(less).

Julie
xx

P.S.

Did anyone see Italy wipe the smiles off the faces of the 'We are Germany,aren't we wonderful party hosts? ' brigade?

2006-04-24T06:23:00.000-07:00

What a relief !

It's the first time I've got dressed as a girl for about four weeks. I thought I had it conquered. I looked OK as a boy and even in my best girlie clothes I still looked very odd and very masculine, I decided- I don't need to physically do it. I've got my clothes and jewelry there just in case of emergencies but I can handle this. Boys clothes fit me better, make me look better and I feel comfortable in them.

This morning, after my shower I was just going to put on my drab clothes when I had the feeling. Most of you reading this site will know the felling. " Aww, look at those shoes don't they look nice? I will just wear heels with my boy clothes and just feel good. Now, I don't know about you but my heels don't feel right with socks, so it had to be tights and of course briefs are OK with tights but there's just too much of them to tuck in. So I just had to add a nice silky camisole to finish to get the correct feel.
Well, I couldn't stop there as I felt undressed without jewellery.I had to wear some tight slacks with them but at least I wore a shirt. Albeit the shirt has a lovely soft feel and pretty texture to it and well, I am wearing it as a blouse all loose and the look is O.K.

Still not quite finished so I applied some brownie-red lipstick and some blusher and now it's O.K.

What a relief.
I had forgotten how nice it is to dress and be me.Its a bit androgynous but suits me. Trouble is now I am dressed I act more like a girl and watch my diet and enjoy girlie things.This is me . I love being Julie.

I guess I was just kidding myself. My brain tells me I feel great as a girl and who am I to argue. However smart I dress in male mode, I feel disappointed when in drab, but really happy and normal as a girl.
Must do this more often.

Julie
xx

2006-04-21T03:22:00.000-07:00

No News Today

I haven't entered any postings recently as
a I've been very busy
b Everyone else has wanted my time and
c I didn't have anything to say.

Sometimes silence is golden but how do you convey that in a blog?
Perhaps just enter a date then leave a lot of space?

I hate it when I watch news on the t.v. or read newspaper and there really isn't any news. Why can't they be honest and say : 'Sorry there's no news today so we are cutting our programme short and you can watch a repeat episode of Columbo'

Why let you sit through a news programme when there just isn't any news?

So basically I'm saying I've got nothing to post, but watch this space.

Oh, I could tell you about what I did over the Easter hoildays but you wouldn't be interested would you? Now, if YOU have some news to tell, why not post here?
http://www.columbo-site.freeuk.com/sorry.rm
O.K. I'm done now.

You can all go.

O.K. I see what you want:

http://welcome.to/columbo

2006-04-15T08:31:00.000-07:00

Are Trannies narcissists ?

Yes.
OK you can all go home now.

But speaking personally , instead of on behalf of the ventriloquist, I must admit I am a narcissist even though I prefer roses. Does one have to love oneself to be a Tgirl?

I love looking in the mirror even when I am in drab. So do I fancy myself?
Not really. I just can't help appreciating how good I look as a man.
As a woman I would make Felicity Hoffman look absolutely stunning and this girl:

very feminine. Yet I persist in wanting to act and look like a woman.
I would have been happier to have been born a woman. As it is I am (in my own opinion) an attractive fellow. And I'm always right. So I'm beginning to appreciate that I wasn't born an ugly bloke . Then I wonder, how would I feel if I had been born an ugly woman?

I guess the answer is I would make every effort to enhance any of my looks by hook or by crook, accept that looks are not everything and enjoy being a woman.

As a man who looks very masculine it doesn't make sense that I want to dress as and do all the things women like to do. But I do. You don't make a conscious decision: " I want to be a transvestite" and you would fight against it initially as it does not seem right. I just have this burning desire which funnily enough seems my more natural self. I sometimes think it is a curse. It is only when I contact other trannies that I feel its O.K. and that I should enjoy it. Having to hide it most of the time makes it worse but that's my choice and I have reasons for it.

I just wish we weren't under such horrific pressure to conform by the bigots of society. I feel a real fraud in not letting the female in me out more often. The media like to treat transgendered people as objects of derision or even as a danger to society.

The more I read and hear about it,it seems that the population in general, in the U.K. at least is starting to become more understanding of transgendered people.
Roll on the day when a man can wear a dress or skirt without being treated as asomething to be laughed at or even a sexual pervert.

Getting back to my unifying theme, I think all trannies are narcissists. Then again most women are narcissist. So its OK . I shouldn't feel guilty. We are all different.

2006-03-31T03:44:00.000-08:00

BRA BURNING

Quickly following on from my last post ( who would have beleived it?)
I found this interesting tit-bit:

Bra burning?
Post: 3

Posted Apr 29, 1999 by Researcher 32007
Funny thing about all this is that these women forgot who invented the original Bra.

That's right, it was a woman

She formed it out of 2 white handkerchiefs, I think both for support and to cover up a
somewhat transparant blouse. I read the story long time ago in the book
"Extraordinary Orgins to Everyday Things". Look it up. Interesting reading.

2006-03-31T02:43:00.000-08:00

TIES

I read in the Daily Torygraph, sorry, Daily Telegraph in the Fashion section that girls are now wearing ties as a fashion accessory. Its nothing new is it. Well, good luck to them. I hate the f**king things. I work in an office about three days a week and on one of those days I have to wear a tie. They are uncomfortable and Nerdy and what's worse, when people buy me presents I often get a tie because they know I wear them ergo I must like them.

Men should copy the girls and burn their ties in protest.. It is a symbol of having to conform , oppression, uniformity ( though I quite like uniforms) and class distinction. During the Spanish Civil War 1936-39 , the Anarchists went around shooting anyone who wore a tie , after they got bored of setting churches on fire. Probably there were two of them sitting in a cafe and one (let's call him Pedro),said to the other Juan, " That was good fun, setting a Catholic church on fire, but I'm a bit bored now. What shall we do next? Just then an office worker walked by and Juan said " Bloody bourgeoisie ! Let's shoot anyone wearing a tie today!" Pedro turned around ( I don't know why he wasn't facing him, perhaps it had been his turn to pour the petrol over the pews but Juan did first and so they weren't talking to each other)and said " No , you can't just do that... Oh F**k it, go on then."

I wish I had been a bit cleverer when the girls burnt their bras - We are back in the Seventies now, pay attention atthe back!- in protests. I could have gone around saying- "No, don't do that I'll take it and build a big bonfire with all the others".The girls would have thought me a feminist ( and they would have been right wouldn't they?) and I would now have the biggest tranny bra collection in the world.

Julie
xburning bras

2006-03-20T08:45:00.000-08:00

Meet Micky. Isn't he cute?

Well he might be cute but he must be very shy. He refused to appear in my blog until I re-set some of my computer settings.I forgive him , because he's cute.

2006-03-20T06:42:00.000-08:00

Sir Tim Berners-Lee

This may sound daft and cheesy but I wish to personally give a big Thank you to Sir Tim Berners-Lee,KBE, FRS.

Sir Timothy is the inventor of the World Wide Web and director of the World Wide Web Consortium, which oversees its continued development.
It says so on:

Sir Tim Berners Lee

If you have a low boredom point you may switch off now and make yourself a nice cup of tea or coffee or indulge in whatever else may give you a quick and free source of pleasure.

He could have made himself a multi-billionaire but chose to make the world wide web free of charge.This has helped the world to develop at a much faster pace and has helped to improve the life of millions of people.

Because everyone who has access to a computer and the internet can communicate quickly and easily throughout the world it has made it possible for people in minority groups to make contacts and help and support each other.

As a tranny it has meant that I have been able to make friends over the internet with transgendered people and to find that I am not the only tranny in the village and that I am not a weird freak. I may be considered a well-wired freak or even a weird freak by others but by being accepted by other transgendered people I have stopped being racked by guilt and self-loathing. I now accept myself for what I am and consider myself a healthy well-balanced individual.

A very big Thank you Sir Tim. Bless you.

O.K. That was very cheesy. I must be getting old. Must get out more. Now, where's my collection of fine art paper ? Actually , someone sent me an e-mail with definitions of " You know when you are old when...". The one I liked best was " You know when you are old when you take off your bra and all the wrinkles suddenly disappear form your face " At least that won't happen to me.

2006-03-17T04:08:00.000-08:00

GEORGE MICHAEL

I took my partner to see a George Michael documentary: George Michael a different story. It consisted of lots of clips of George in concert, recording and in interviews.

Try this link to listen to his music:
www.georgemichael.com

I've never really listened to his stuff and knew very little about him except for the entrapment in a US toilet.

I now like George Michael's voice and will have to get some of his cds.

I came away really liking the bloke. He sounded a very honest, down to earth kind of guy. He had had to come to terms with being gay even though he had originally thought he was straight. He talked about his loving relationships and how he couldn't cope with his attempt to become a mega-star as a big as Michael Jackson and how it nearly nearly broke him.

O.K. It helps to be relaxed and enjoy life if you a multi-millionaire. But he did not sound at all as if he had an over-bloated image of himself.

He admitted that he had not known how to let his public know he was gay and everyone congratulated him on how he dealt with the press when he was caught with his trousers down by a cop. I liked the part when George said that he felt there was something wrong, that there might be a trap just before he entered the men's toilets. He was being interviewed in a limousine and he bent forward, looked straight into the camera and said " But I went there anyway didn't I ?"

Maybe there's a lesson there. If you are in a position like me, where only my partner knows I'm a cross-dresser and you are wondering how you could let everyone know, perhaps you might be unfrocked ( no pun intended)very publicly, in a humiliating way . But at least then its done and you just have cope with it. Would it be any worse than dealing with all the deceit and guilt and staying in the closet
( had to work hard to get that pun in but it was worth it . Oh yes it was!)
cinemaworld
georgemichael

2006-03-10T04:06:00.000-08:00

Come on Spring I'm fed up. I want it now!!!

I'm just looking out of my window watching the skys being tossed around and the rain hitting anything in sight. It must be the most indiscriminate mugger, the rain.
Doesn't matter who you are or where you are going, there's no A list as far as the rain is concerned. If you are the Queen, you still need someone to hold an umbrella for you.If you 've just rescued a whole school bus of kids against all the odds... it doesn't matter, rain will mug you and soak you through to the skin.

So you think you can beat it? Buy an umbrella. No good, rain's accomplice will grab it, turn it inside out and step on it so what you were holding is now a dangerous implement more likely to gouge you in the eye than protect you.

O.K. So you buy the best rain macs, wet-proof hats, boots (preferably red with sexy heels). I've even seen people wearing waders, wet-proof trousers and plastic capes.

Plastic capes !! Where do these come from? When it rains suddenly you see about fifty tourists taking photos with plastic capes on. They look like overgrown kindergarten kids with old wrinkly faces and very bad make-up. With plastic macs flying up into the air , which collect all the rain falling in their environ. Channeling the rain like a funnel so that they get soaked more than if they had been at kindergarten, jumping into puddles .

You can see the tourist guide holding up her fancy umbrella, saying "We will just walk around in the rain for the next half hour so that you are all totally soaked to your skins. Then we will sit down and have a nice cup of tea with scones and jam.The scones might get a little wet and soggy because of all the rain pouring from your plastic hoods as you bend your head forward to drink your tea. Then we will stand in the rain for two and a half hours so that we can get into Madame Tussauds.

Anyway, I digress perhaps.
So, are you ready for any possible mugging by rain? Er... yes.But you are feeling a bit hot and sticky and ... yep! Your friend, sun , decides to come out to play.Rain hides away and you are left with the full effect of wearing plastic on a warm balmy day. So do you go back and get changed? Er ... no, can't be bothered and in any case the rain is bound to jump on you just around the corner. you might get some weird looks ( but we are used to this aren't we girls?)Then they start thinking- "Mmmm they must know something about the weather I don't. Better buy a brolly . And maybe a mac. Oh and some lip gloss please."

2006-02-27T03:17:00.000-08:00

This is my reply to a questionaire recently sent to me by Lizz

It's a cross between a bit of fun, a bit of soul searching and quick(ish) way of letting your friends ( and others )know about you and your likes. I spent a bit of time in answering it so I challenge you to complete as much of it as you want.Ok its a bit girlie and silly but isn'tpart of why you are reading this blog Go on. Those of you who don't blog or want to make new friends over the intenet could pass it on.
Or not.
It would be great if you would send me your answers by returning it as a comment.
No, that wasn't my reply, its coming now:

Hi Lizz

These are the Eurovision contest points awarded by Northampton, UK:

1. First name: Julie Budd is my en femme name.

2. Were you named after anyone? I was in love with Julie Christie when I was a mere lad and Budd was the surname of my secret lover when I was 11. It was so secret even she didin't know about it.

3. Do you wish on stars? Nah !! Don't be silly.

4. When did you last cry? About two weeks ago.

5. Do you like your handwriting? Yes!! I have two: my best which is all squigly and curly copperplate and my normal scribble when I write at break-neck speed and which can only be read by me.oh, I do have a third which is for others to read phone messages.

6. What is your favorite lunch meat? lamb,then roast beef

7. What is your birth date? 22 April way back , according to my birth certificate, but 11 December according to my Dad. ( It's a nice story, I'll tell you sometime.)

8. What is your most embarrassing CD? Bob Dylan singing Mr. Bo Jangles.

9. If you were another person, would YOU be friends with yourself? Yes! And if he/she found out all about me they would be best friends and we would have make up parties and go to TG friendly clubs... Where are you? Now, don't be shy, I'm not as old as my birth certificate says I am.

0. Have you ever told a secret you swore not to tell? No.

11. Do looks matter? Yes but personality always wins.

12. How do you release anger? Going for fast walks, smashing plates on the floor ( especially aquarry tiled floor ) Screaming, swearing , eventually playing the piano or controlled breathing.

13. Where is your second home? One day, in Spain.

14. Do you trust others too easily? "yes... much to my detriment"
Hear hear !!

15. What was your favorite toy as a child? As a young child it was a kinda goat/bunny and when I was about 11 my toy soldiers, especially my Foreign Legion man holding the rifle.

16. What class in high school do you think was totally useless? Chemistry. I mean how many terrorist bombers does the world need eh?

17. Do you have a journal? I love Julie :
http://gabrielaxx.com.blogspot.com

18. Do you use sarcasm a lot? I used to , but I was told that it hurt those close to you so now I rarely use it.However, if its someone you don't like , its wicked.

19. Favorite movie(s)? The Adventures of Priscilla Queen of the Desert, Casablanca, The Godfather ,Some Like it Hot.The Good the bad and the ugly.Most Westerns, especially John Ford.
I Love movies.

20. What are your (acceptable) nicknames? Ange , Gabriela , Angie , Jools , Speedy , Angie Pangie ... enough enough, no more, tis not as sweet as before.

21. Would you bungee jump? No way !! Are you mad ? Do you have a twisted mind ? :)

22. Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Er... yes I have to unless they are nice slip on ones or ladies shoes without laces or boots with zips.

Or velcro ones.

Or slippers.

Sometimes as a punishment I leave the shoes tied up and leave them to suffer in the corner until I feel sorry for them.

23. Do you think that you are strong? I am indecisive, caring , but can take a lot of mental punishment. The other type of punishment is also nice sometimes, but we won't go into that.

24. What is your favorite ice cream flavor? Cornish vanilla.

25. What size of shoe do you wear? size 11 (UK size) womens, (11 mens)

26. What are your favorite colors? Blue , pink, white , cream, fuscia, maroon , black.

27. What is your least favorite thing about yourself? I like my body as a man, but why wasn't I made a female? And why am I so hairy ?

28. Who do you miss most? My darling wife, who died in 1993.

29. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it
back? it would be fun, yes!

29. What color pants are you wearing? brown with a check pattern suit trousers.Normally they would be denim boot-fit jeans , ocaisionally with a ra-ra skirt over them.

30. What are you listening to right now? the sound of silence, which can be heard under the noise of my heater, but sometimes I like to start the day with Queen or Abba or Mozart

31. What was the last thing you ate? Two slices of Irish soda bread toasted , with strawberry conserve. Plus two cups of coffee- this is no ordinary coffee- this is Tescos gold blend ground coffee beans.

32. If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Crimson or Royal Purple or Maroon or Cherry.

33. What's the weather like right now? cold with low clouds, but somewher over the ( not yet seen ) rainbow...

34. Last person you talked to on the phone? My mum.

35. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Her height, her shoulders, her legs, her buttocks , the colour of her eyes but immediately after, her aura, her smile, her friendliness. Followed by her teeth.
Then I try to assess if she would be transgendered friendly.

36. Do you like the person who sent this to you? I don't her yet , but she sounds like someone I would grow to trust and love ( in a non-gay , girlie kind of way)
I would like to get to know her and her family better.

37. Favorite Drink? real coffee or sparkling water with a slice of lemon.No, thew coffee would be without a slce of lemon.

38. Eye Color? brown

39. Do you wear contacts? no . I wear glasses.

40. Favorite Day of the Year? Any day that is sunny, not cold and I don't have to go to work or any day I can see any of my kids or the one I am in love with.

41. Scary Movies or Happy Endings? Happy endings are nice...but I like a lot of blood and violence thrown in as well and it mustn't be too predictable.

42. Summer or winter? Spring and Summer.

43. Hugs or kisses? Both , given freely and often.

44. What is Your Favorite Dessert?
Lemon cheese cake or lemon sorbet.Then theres profiteroles.
The Gobi is good too.

45. Who is most likely to respond? dunno...maybe Lizzbeth, Nina, Becky and Rachel if they have time.

46. Who is Least Likely to Respond? "the average john doe who typed in transgender or tgirl in google, then found my page, all in hopes of wanking only to be let down terribly..."
I love that answer!! Wish I had written it.Maybe Adolf Hitler because he hated any "deviants" and because he is dead.

47. Where Would You Want to Go on your next vacation?
China, Australia or Cuba.

48. What Books are you reading? I flit from book to book, so always have unfinished books, the ones I am dipping into most for the last few weeks are: Collected Essays and Journalism of George Orwell 1940-43;Be Your Own Coach; Girls' Night In (collection of girlie writers); The History of the Decline and fall of the Roman Empire; Empire by Niall Ferguson (on the British empire), Herodotus Histories and Michael Palin - Himalaya.

49. What's on your mouse pad? My coffe pot, my daughter's credit card, wages slips I should have posted to my clients three days ago.

50. What did you Watch Last Night on TV? Patriot starring Mel Gibson.

51. Where was the farthest you have been from home? Turkey- 2,000 miles away.Or maybe Madiera -don't know how far away that is.

52. Thirty-one.
That's my inside leg measurement. I figured you may as well know everything about me.

Julie
x

2006-02-20T03:38:00.000-08:00

Smart Chick Non-Gay Man

I love blogging.I haven't been dressed as a girl for ages and today I had this burning desire. I can't take the risk of wearing a skirt at home during the day because I get unexpected callers who can see me sat at my window hunched over my PC.So I have to do with slacks, tights, undies and some jewelry and usually a t shirt. Not ideal but what is a secret tgirl to do? ( During the day at lest I mean)
I'm so used to wearing heels now that I want higher heels and more strappy shoes.

Still, the most important thing is that I can feel like a girl and think like a girl and enjoy girlie things. This is so much nicer when you have blogging friends out there. I haven't actually got a Tgirl friend that I meet up with but I have made contact with lots of lovely Tgirls and Tboys over the internet. If it weren't for them I'd be the only trannie in the UK , let alone the village.

That's one thing we Tgirls have in common: we love to talk. About people , emotions ,clothes , shopping and that sort of thing .That is definitely a feminine trait. Blokes talk about cameras, cars ,things that move or that have electronic or mechanical parts.Not about feelings or people.

But if you listen carefully, blokes will talk about people who are in team games, rock bands or in tougie-kill-em-spit-on them type films. Have you ever heard blokes saying "Ooh that was a beautiful shot, his body movement was sublime" sort of thingie?
That's OK because they can't be accused of being gay as long as it is in a sporting contex. Oh I just wished they would loosen up...

Dam!! someone arriving.Here comes the coalman, off comes my pearl bracelet, off comes my heels and on come my slippers. I feel like supergirl in reverse. Must remember not to smile at him, he might think I'm gay or he might think I think he is gay. Good job I decided not to put on the lip gloss.
Phew!! He's gone now. What do you say to a coalman as casual blokey conversation ?
I didn't say that did I ? Yep. I did. " Wow! You've a strong back!" What a lame thing to say.Now he definitely thinks I'm gay.

Anyway, where was I ? Something to do with kryptonite ? Oh yeah , Lady- Non Gay Man, spinning around furiously to turn from a casual but smart chick to non- accessorised low-heeled bloke.Perhaps I should give myself a name for that. Smartchick-to-Non-Gay Man?

What a relief to get my pearl bracelet and my heels on. That's so much better sweetie. And I meant that in a girlie-but- Non-Gay Man sort of way, if you know what I mean.
x

2006-02-15T04:02:00.000-08:00

I'm a broad Band Tgirl.

Yeah !! I just got broadband !! What a lucky TGirl I am !
It's like skating without holding on to the rails!
It's like catching a bus without having to wait at the bus stop.
I'm a fast, broad Band TGirl.

I've just seen Maddona's latest video without anybody's faces being disguised for fear of identification, if you know what I mean.

Anyone out there who can tell me what are the best features of a broad TGirl?

2006-01-29T15:22:00.000-08:00

WORST BLOG EVER?

I am very new to blogging so I don't have a wide spectrum of experience to judge other blogs. I have read some really good blogs but I came across such an awful one that I had to let everybody know about it. You know, like when you drink a cup of tea which has milk which has gone off and you say " Urrghhh!! This tastes awful,( I keep spelling tastes as testes. It must be a Freudian slip ) it is really foul , go on, drink it to see for yourself. Go on. Go on. Go on, go on, go on."

http://custom-handgun.blogspot.com/

It's either the very first draft of Finnegan's wake or aliens are trying to contact us.

What are the worst bloggs ever?

Perhaps I should take a leaf off Becky and collate the worst 100 bloggs ever.
On the other hand I can't be arsed. Anyway let me know your worst ones.
Nominations please.

2006-01-29T14:50:00.000-08:00

Call this a lazy post if you like. OK enough, enough. But I like this article and those of you who are trannies have probably seen it before but those of you who haven't seen it or are not Tgirls might appreciate it. Eddie Izzard is one of my favourite comedians. He is also a tranny.
The third reason is that he must be the only tranny I can look at and say: I look better than her in a dress. God Bless you Eddie

http://www.auntiemomo.com/cakeordeath/beaumont.html

Are there any other Eddie fans out there? I would like to hear your favourite tranny jokes.

2006-01-23T06:06:00.000-08:00

***You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish***
You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.
How Boyish or Girlish Are You?http://www.blogthings.com/howboyishorgirlishareyouquiz/

2006-01-18T04:00:00.000-08:00

WHERE DOES IT ALL END?

Having read a few tranny blogs, there is a recurring theme. T girls get a fix by having their first day fully dressed as a girl then progress to having photos of themselves dressed, then wanting another fix when they first go out dressed. Once they have gotten dressed , had photos taken and gone out as a girl they need a bigger fix.

My question is - "Where does it all end?" If you decide to go all the way and have a sex change operation and eventually live as a girl, do you leave it at that or would you want to, say, have bigger boobs or a more Barbie-type body? Do you perhaps yearn to have a child?

If you (one is such an awkward phrase to use) are a T girl without any wish to change sex and you have been out regularly as a girl, do you then try to live your everyday as a Tgirl?

My law tutor told me that the answer to everything in this world is "It all depends." Accepting this and following the idea of a recurring theme, do you end up being bored by dressing up as a girl and move on to an even more extreme version of your alto -ego? What form could this take? Perhaps by turning up to every carnival you can attend, dressed as a Carnival Goddess.

What lies beyond that?Perhaps adopt the personality of a famous female? And beyond that?
Does it get to a point where you don't get your fix anymore and you ( God forbid) stop being a tranny , become a drag queen, progress to releasing another part of your psyche- perhaps leading to extreme violence?

Looking beyond that, is there a full circle in the recurrent theme where you are happy to go back to being a bloke to express every blokey thing you can do? And if so, does this circle become an orbit where you start to love being a tranny again?

The last comment may be pertinent as I've detected in Tranny blogs that a period of 3 months is the average length of time that trannies can cope with, without dressing up as a girl.
I know we are all different and that different circumstances will affect us all. However what are your thoughts on this?

2006-01-16T10:37:00.000-08:00

TRANNY WRITERS BLOCK

I can't believe I haven't written anything here for nearly two weeks.Is this tranny writers' block? How is it different from non-TV writers' block? I also noticed I 've been in drab since the New Year started. How dull can Life get?

I blame being over- exposed to Genetic Girls. They are so much better at it than T girls. I mean, how can you compete with real breasts and natural curves? ( With the exception of Jordon of course.) You see, I can see their nice legs and great outfits and think- "Hey, this is better than looking in the mirror!" and there is so much more variety and so much less bother to achieve.

I need some help before I become "normal" and so much more boring. Do I need therapy?HELP!!

2006-01-06T10:26:00.000-08:00

I'm backing the campaign to get Transformation off the top spot for Google searches with the Anti-Transformation Google Bomb! The idea is to "Google Bomb" the Wikipedia entry for transvestite with links labeled simply with the word "transvestite". Google should hopefully see all the links for that word pointing to Wikipedia and count it as a more authoritative source of information. We're not sure how many links it will take, although a conservative estimate is 30. If you have a blog or a web site, and you support the campaign, please copy and paste the code in the box below into your blog. You'll be doing trannies of the UK and around the world a favour!
transvestiteIf you'd like to use this entire message in your own blog to help promote the Google-Bomb, you can download it here.

2006-01-06T08:50:00.000-08:00

A Happy New Year to all you bloggers and surfers.I hope you all over indulged in whatever you like to indulge in. Quite a few of my friends expressed their pleasure at the ending of festivities as their livers were on overtime. They don't get paid overtime of course but they can have as many drinks as they can handle.Time to get back to work for a good earned rest.

I'm looking forward to this year as I intend to move out of rented accommodation and buy my own property. Ownership comes with all sorts of problems but it least they are problems about about your own property, so it's OK to roll up your sleeves and poke the drains with a bamboo cane for half an hour until the cane snaps and you go and get dina-rod anyway- they make a lovely couple .

2005-12-19T03:35:00.000-08:00

I was nearly a gonner last Sunday week. I was travelling down to see friends in London, following this huge grey-black cloud from Hemel hempstead all the way. I was thinking- wow! just like the bright star showing the three wise men to Bethlehem. Except there was only one of me, it wasn't Bethlehem and I knew where I wanted to go anyway.

OK. I'm not wise either.

Anyway, just before the Dartford Bridge, as I was trying to get my change out for the toll fee and avoid being hit by others (trying to race for the entrances - such a macho stupid thing to do). Sorry . Have to stop for breath here, its such a long unwieldly sentence don't you think?

Where was I ? Oh yeah , Dartford Bridge, suddenly this thing came hurtling towards my car. It must have been a large stone. I thought "Oh My God my windscreen will be smashed, I 'll probably crash and am I wearing knickers or boy's pants, just in case I have to go to hospital?" You know, as you do in slow motion when you think about life in general and start knitting a pink top for your newly born niece and notice the cloud formation on that particular day.

The stone/thing hit my car on the bonnet and I saw two pairs of boys very high up on the footbridge. The huge boulder coming out of the blue made a nasty large dent on the bonnet. Luckily I was driving my partner's car.

Just after that incident some boy racer in a red sporty car (red-so predictable) overtook me from the inside lane. The trouble was I was also on the inside lane and it came so close, any closer and it would have needed new paintwork.

It didn't help that the radio kept on suddenly switching itself on unannounced
so every now and again I would hear a loud voice inside my car which spooked me out.

I am normally a well -balance T girl - if that isn't a contradiction in terms. But my nerves were a jangle of BT wires and anything then would have set me off like an explosion at a petrol depot. Just then my mobile rang...

A two hour journey had taken four hours because of the closure of the M1 and the local traffic problems caused by the explosion. I was in a very stressed state but managed to be phiosphical.

That was the fourth time someone had thrown a brick/stone at me whilst driving. On the first occaision the car crashed but all the injuries were minor scraches and small cuts from the glass.The last three times the windscreen remained intact and there were no injuries. Perhaps, just as the grey-black cloud was guiding/ following me, Someone Else was looking after me?

2005-11-07T06:26:00.000-08:00

Tranny thoughts on table soccer

I thought it would be great to hold a table soccer tournament for friends and family.
We had a great time but real girls are really rubbish at it, not like Monica in Friends.
First, there was a really girly stance and a gentle hold of the handles with lots of giggling and "Oh I'm so rubbish" talk. Then the girls hardly made contact with the ball so it was slowly rolling from side to side.
Then the boys moved in: hard concentrated look on their faces, very firm flick of the wrists ( I know!) stooping over the table and the balls were flashing everywhere ( I know).
There was only one purpose- Win at all costs. The girls enjoyed as a laugh and the blokes enjoyed it if it was a hard close match.
So where did I fit in? I was dressed in drab (i.e. boy-mode) and I wanted to win, but not at all costs. It musn't be by naked power ( Oh do stop reading unintended inuendos Pllllease).
It had to be done by playing gracefully and without too much aggression.
Ah!! play defensively!
And you know what it worked! I managed to hit the balls ( do stop it!!) with a kind of a graceful swipe and the blokes hit the ball with such power that it often bounced straight back at them.
And I enjoyed playing. Ok I didn't win the tournament but at the end of the evening when I wanted more action ( yes, we all do) most of the blokes were complaining of bad wrists and tennis elbow. Hee -hee.
Now wouldn't it have been fun to have beaten them when I was dressed as a girl?
Mmm- next tournament- must be in fancy dress ( I love fancy dresses).
Anyway, happy trannying
Julie
xx

2005-10-24T05:35:00.000-07:00

Hi, I'm a dyslexic granny

This is my very first blog.And this is the very first time you have visited me.
Take up a chair and listen to our story. By our story I mean the time when trannies will walk proud without fear of ridicule.

First of all we need a political party. I love parties.
We should call it the Planet of the Cakes. This will
a) Fool everyone into thinking we will let them all eat cakes. This will go down particularly well in France

b) Attract all those film buffs and Sun writers and readers who love a pun.

Of course, we will need a party clour- red, blue and orange are already used.So we shall use a colour such as Fuschia because
a) Not many people really know what colour its supposed to look like
so they everyone will talk about it and get our name spread.

b) Its a pretty colour and will go well with most smart skirt suits, especially fuscia.

We will make an election pact with the Liberal Party and the Greens who will be bowled over by being able to wear fuscia.

On our election platform we will have top supermodels ( no not her-she wouldn't get a sniff) in Kinkyboots. We will promise free lager and live footie programs with free digital TVs (no pun intended) for the blokes.

For the ladies we will have free boob implants on the NHS and extend Coronation Street and East Enders to be shown twice daily.

Of course we will have to balance the economy. This can be done by selling the Isle of Man to the highest bidder.

If any of you wish to provide policies for the Planet of the Cakes please let me know and we can arrange a shadow closet.