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“Naughty Gerald!” said Auntie Kittie as she came into my kitchen just the other day.
She then went on to tell me the story below, that I told her I would pass on to my dedicated members. Perhaps you can help?
Auntie Kittie writes:
When my little nephew Gerald arrived at my house just as I was going out to buy some milk I was completely taken by surprise.
“Gerald, what on earth are you doing here?” I asked.
“Auntie,” he replied, “My bicycle has a flat. Can I phone mum to pick me up?”
“Of course,” just occupy yourself for half an hour, while I do some quick shopping.”
With that I left him and went off to the nearby shops. Huckleberry Close is such a convenient place to live and I really only needed milk. As it happened that resulted in me arriving back at the house a little unexpectedly fifteen minutes later.Continue reading “What on earth should Auntie Kittie do?”
I was quite shocked this morning when Sebastian appeared in my kitchen with his sausage in his hand. Sebastian, as you doubtless know, is my personal trainer.
“That thing’s enormous,” I said, as he held it out in front of me.
“I know,” he replied with a cheeky smile. “It’s Jamaican.”
Sebastian loves to make sausages and really is most adept in the kitchen. He’s always coming up with new recipes.
“What particularly makes it Jamaican,” I asked. as I turned on the grill.
“Mostly it’s the spices, but I also add a little pineapple and orange. It gives it a citrus lift.”
“That sounds delightful,” I gushed as the sausage began to sizzle and dribble a little fat under the grill. the aroma that filled my kitchen was delightful. It would only be a matter of time before Marjory and Amanda appeared from next door, in all likelihood. It’s the end of the competitive eating season, so Marjory is spending much more time at home.Continue reading “Sebastian’s showing me his sausage!”
So, what do you think of ‘Western Civilisation’?
And when some douche says, “Oh, I think that might be a good idea…”
We say, “Actually, I think the idea of a drag club on Davie Street is a way better idea!”
You’re going to love this video from Contrapoint. If you have doubts about post modern neo-marxism, or maybe just need time to adjust your klan hood, you’re going to have fun with this. Now, get your corn dog out and watch this.
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I get a lot of correspondence on my email and through the various chat channels, as well as Twitter. Now, without betraying any confidences here, and understanding that some of my lovely members are in positions of power that make their identities a matter of some delicacy, I will recount one such conversation I had today.
“Fiona, I get so tired of making decisions every day, I just would love for someone to make them for me. Sometimes, I just feel the whole world is against me.”Continue reading “From The Office Of The President.”
Selfies For Crossdressers – Part 1
I’ve always loved photography. From the early days, when I worked for a local wedding photographer, to more recent years working in an advertising agency, I’ve never been far from a lens and shutter. And now as a crossdresser with a love of photography I am very happy to bring a few tips and tricks, suggestions and stories, that you may find of value. If you enjoy them be sure to comment and share them.
As Bernard unloaded the car, and I sat beside it on one of his large trunks full of gear while drinking a mimosa, I smiled at him and said, “Goodness, Bernard! I had no idea your equipment was so very large!”
I lifted my phone, made sure the bright sunshine was bouncing off my upturned cheeks, beamed at the screen and took a quick selfie. A moment later it was shared on my Snapchat to my children and shared it to Instagram.
“It’s not getting any easier to haul about the place with age,” said Bernard. “My back…” he groaned as he moved another heavy case.
I poured a little more Champagne into my glass, and lay back on the trunk.
“You really should take it easy, Bernard,” I said. “Didn’t you have heart surgery recently?”
“Oh, yes,” he groaned. “I’m recovering. Slowly.”Continue reading “Selfies For Crossdressers – Part 1”
I remember a hot morning in Johannesburg, at Jan Smut’s Airport (now renamed to O. R. Tambo International Airport). A small group of reporters and photographers were out on the apron, in front of one of the hangers.
The Highveldt air was still and heavy. Not a blade of the dry grass stirred on that windless morning. The sky was so blue it would make you almost sing just to look at it.
A new aircraft autopilot landing system was being demonstrated by Airbus. This was a hands off landing system, and fully automated the final approach prior to landing until it came to a halt on the runway. It was a pretty advanced piece of technology for the time.
The press boys were all grumbling about the early hour and sipping coffee. There was no smoking on the tarmac either. Some of the engineers from Airbus were meeting with us to talk about their innovative system and were chatting away in French in a small cluster a few yards off.Continue reading “The French Engineer”
Some great pics from our team in Vancouver. What a wonderful Pride we had! I am so lucky to have such wonderful friends at Pride in Vancouver, and that they were able to bring back such lovely pics for this special day.
As you know I move in some pretty elevated circles at times. I knew our Prime Minister was in town and as soon as Justin recognised me he waved, and then mouthed ‘Call me!”. So cute!Continue reading “Vancouver Pride – Today in Vancouver.”
I have a short tale to tell you that probably will go down as one of my less stellar moments in my career in advertising. Because of some of the people concerned you will understand that I have to be a little vague on some of the names. Needless to say, the primary protagonist in this little adventure was none other than one who shares their name with a certain occupant of the White House.
Well, I had no idea at the time, of course, only aware that one of the charities that we work with at the advertising agency wanted me to organise Bernard (my photographer) to come to one of their locations for a photo opportunity that I was informed could be very valuable in the fund raising campaigns that we typically manage in the fall.
As a result Bernard and I took the flight from Montreal to Vancouver, and then north to the Yukon, where a local company flew us on to a remote hunting lodge. Now, here’s the back story. Apparently some hunter from the US had decided they want to shoot one of our bears. It’s not that we are short of bears, but the area of incredible beauty that this particular ‘sportsman’ wanted to hunt in is designated as a national park. Now, we take these things rather seriously in Canada. There’s meant to be no hunting of certain species in the national park, however I was informed that a large donation would be made to the conservancy were this particular hunter allowed access, and a special dispensation had been granted.Continue reading “Can you spot the idiot in this picture?”