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

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

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

Congratulations to Simon and Jane on their engagement

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

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

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!!

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

xx

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

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.

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.

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.

MISS TRANNY OF THE YEAR FINAL - OFFICIAL PHOTOS


MISS TRANNY AFGHANISTAN

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

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

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

xx

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?

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

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...

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!!!

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

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

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

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!

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?

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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

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."

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

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

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?

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.

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.

***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/

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?

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!!

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.

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 .