“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.
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.”
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?”
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!
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.