Hidden away, but never forgotten there are stories your mother never told you. Stories you’d never have thought possible, but for the fact that a collection of papers have been acquired by Mistress Meg.
Collected and carefully compiled these documents reveal the salacious goings on of women in a small town in the 1950’s. Presented here, purely for educational purposes, Mistress Meg reveals the nature of passions that run unbridled as husbands spend their days working. Brought together lovingly for my Seahorse members, these stories reveal a salacious view of the world from the perspective of girdled and brassiered women for whom the term ‘lady’ has long since been made no longer relevant.
Valerie helps some of the other young women of the small town find meaning in their lives, in their passions and in their bedrooms, never afraid to tease and make fun of her hard working husband.
Gender should be the least remarkable thing about someone, but transgender people are still too often misunderstood. To help those who are scared to ask questions or nervous about saying the wrong thing, Jackson Bird shares a few ways to think about trans issues. And in this funny, frank talk, he clears up a few misconceptions about pronouns, transitioning, bathrooms and more.
In âBoth Sides of the Great Divide,â Nikita Carter describes her awakening. How, at 60 years of age, a series of shattering experiences lead to her being âbroken openâ to the awareness that she is a trans woman, and that she must make changes in her life that reflect that truth.A musician, composer, educator, producer, the past Artistic Director of a music company, and founder and co-leader of a large ensemble orchestra. Today, Nikita emerges from a life filled with extraordinary experiences and people, as a strong, confident, loving advocate for the trans community, a âhybrid being, being hybrid.â
I’ll be online tonight chatting late on the site. Win a free membership by chatting to me and starting off with the words “I think I just stepped in some trump!”.
This will seem a little self indulgent, but it’s something I feel I should share. I have observed an unusual shift in the way I feel about myself as I walk further down this transgender path.
At moments in which I’ve felt the disapproval of others I have chosen not antagonise anyone. I find rudeness is rarely a solution to anything, and if my appearance offends someone I generally choose to retreat a little.
I have contained myself a little and I fall into a more androgenous behaviour. I generally feel the desire to appease rather than confront. However, recently my perspective on the question of presentation has shifted a little.
Recently I was in a bar with a couple of friends enjoying a beer. I glanced across the bar room and noticed a trip of young men looking in my direction. I wouldn’t describe their attention as exactly hostile, but it certainly was ‘something’. But who can guess what is in someone else’s mind?
I found my immediate reaction was to look at my reflection in a nearby window. Were my forearms looking a little too masculine? Was I appearing a little too masculine?
Swiftly my thoughts shifted, though, and I found myself thinking I wanted to present in a more feminine manner. In other words I wanted to push the needle further to the feminine side of the gauge. I felt no desire to retreat into the androgynous space.
I’ve become aware that as I progress further in this transgender journey the desire has become to dress better rather than to dress in a less confrontational manner. And of course, the dressing is merely the aesthetic. An expression of who I am, rather than actually ‘who I am’.
It really comes down to my simple acceptance of myself. I am what I am.
I really don’t wish to force that on anyone. However, I am not responsible for others discomfort. They own that.
While I won’t intentionally antagonise others I do have a right to be myself.
And the three young men? Well, they certainly weren’t rude to me. Perhaps their attention wasn’t so malevolent, after all. Instead I chose to think that it was nice to be noticed.
A few moments later a drink arrived at our table courtesy of the young men across the room. It just goes to show, first impressions can be wrong.
I am so pleased Sylvester is recovering from his traumatic travels with me. His swelling has subsided and is almost healed.
It was a nasty moment but heâs doing just fine now. Rainbow came over with some of her lavender tea, which doubtless helped.  You can find all the gory details of our travels HERE and on my Patreon.
And while weâre on the subject of my Patreon I should highlight one of the Tiers that some of my members enjoy. I realise there are many of my members who have been with me for several years. For those who have got to know me in more detail over the years I do offer the âBehind The Scenesâ Tier. This includes some of the more personal aspects of my life. While the general tone of my content is generally upbeat and perhaps a little frivolous, the darker and sometimes difficult side of my transgender life is detailed in the Behind The Scenes section. If that appeals be sure to join that Tier on my Patreon at http://Patreon.com/join/fdobsonCD
Sylvester has been getting out and exercising to get his energy back, the poor lamb. However, he staggered into my kitchen this morning, while I was still out of breath from a particularly vigorous session with Sebastian. I really do find Sebastian really stretches me when we do the power yoga!
âWhat on earth is the matter, Sylvester?â I asked as he clutched at his eye.
âIt was those bloody kids!â he replied.
I knew he had to be talking about Auntie Kittieâs nephews and nieces, who are staying at her house for a couple of days as their parents visit the Montreal Transgender Film Festival. https://exposuresmtl.com/
âWhat have they done now?â I asked.
âI was walking up the lane and I heard this chanting. I thought someone was playing some sort of game or something and I was curious.â
âWhat were they chanting,â I asked, my curiosity piqued. Those kids do some wild things.
The soft sensation of nylon against my skin is almost the perfect form of foreplay. Pulling on the nylon stockings, and smoothing them up my leg, unhurried and luxuriously before a date is always enough to make me wet.
Perhaps itâs a response to my desire for something to
happen, or maybe itâs just a learned response. After all, most times I do go
out dressed in this manner I get what Iâm looking for, so itâs only a matter of
time before my body, hungry for the lecherous and desperate touch of a lover, is
served to my satisfaction. Youâll note that I said âmy satisfactionâ. I point
this out as I do like to play a little game.
Itâs been about five years now that Iâve followed a rather particular dating practice. I usually use one of the more popular apps, Tinder or some such, and there I will select a â now what should I call them â a project. Yes. I select a project. You know if you go to some of the apps you can even find me. Of course, Iâm not going to make that too easy for you, as I really donât want to give away all my secrets.
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As I think you know, I am a fairly modest individual. I donât take any pleasure in blowing my own trumpet. I need hardly tell you that on mentioning that to Sylvester he trotted out some trite comment. He really can be quite coarse at times.
With the small amount of celebrity that I have garnered over the years there are naturally moments when I am recognised and photographed, when out in public. I donât resent this. I accept that it comes with the territory of being a transgendered account executive at Canadaâs seventeenth most awarded advertising company. Apparently, with great power comes great responsibility, to quote Maya Angelou.
It was during the Pride Parade in Vancouver recently that a flock of paparazzi recognized me and descended upon me flashes flashing and video videoing. I must say, in the centre of this light storm I found myself very lightheaded. Perhaps it was the hot weather, or maybe the noise of the parade, but quite suddenly I felt very feint. A moment later the world seemed to tilt on its axis and I was suddenly falling, falling, falling.
When I opened my eyes I found myself in an unfamiliar place. I was surrounded by mist, and there seemed to be no horizon. There was a soft white light, no walls and no floor. A gentle fog rolled about the place, a little like when Sylvester had that smoke machine in the car and couldnât turn it off and we got pulled over by the police. Sorry, a story for another day.
From out of this monochromatic landscape a figure emerged with a long white beard and a scroll. Now, I know what youâre thinking. They always have a scroll, right? Why no Ipad? I know â Iâve asked the very same question.
I could not help noticing, whilst driving home from the advertising agency the other day, the names on the back of vehicles. The model names of vehicles are of interest to me, from both the branding perspective and what it tells me about the drivers.
A therapist member of mine recently pointed out to me that several of their erectile dysfunction clients did indeed drive muscle cars, in more than one instance a Hummer. Frankly I feel anyone driving a Hummer should be on their knees begging forgiveness from their children as the pump heat into an increasingly fragile environment. On the other hand, given the erectile dysfunction issues associate with Hummer ownership there’s a good chance that having children is one complication these thoughtless tools will not have to concern themselves with.
Sylvester, on the other hand has shunned the muscles cars and even removed the photo on his office wall of him posing with his Dodge Penetrator 3000. I am pleased to see him mellowing. I do remember the day he pulled up outside my house, on his phone calling me to tell me he was there.
âIâm just pulling into your garage,â he said. âNo wait, Iâm reversing. Pulling in again⊠backing up and going in again now. Perhaps I should go in the laneway round the back. I can get the back way, but itâs a bit tight.â
You know, I may have said this before, but Sylvester can be quite coarse at times.
Personally I like to drive a Buick Vagina. Itâs the limited Silhouette edition. So much more my style. Both feminine and powerful, with the twin turbo V6 with the cuddle seats option.
Vehicle names and designs do tell us a lot about their drivers. I noticed a Kia Soul in the traffic as I was driving home, and I can only speculate that some Korean designer sat down and thought hard about what a car designed for Spongebob Squarepants might look like, and then took up the challenge to build it. Ironically the driver of this particular vehicle did look like a cartoon character.
Sebastian, my vegetarian personal trainer, drives a Kia Hymen when not riding his electric bicycle. His sister, Rainbow, drives a Nissan Slide with a synchromatic gearbox. Amanda drives a Prius, which is entirely predictable, while of course Ali, my gardener, drives the Smart Car with a rifle rack on the rear window, adapted to carry his gardening tools. Heâs proud to declare he always shows up with his hoes.
One of my Vancouver members, Lenni, is originally from Alaska, and proudly tells of her mother having driven a Ford LTD wagon. This vehicle, with a 7.5 litre engine has the dubious distinction of being capable of hitting a moose, killing it, and then being able to transport it back to the trailer park for butchering. I canât help thinking life in Alaska holds wonders I am pleased not to have either witnessed or shared.
Instead I think Iâll go and get Sylvester to change the fluids in my Buick Vagina.
Why hello there! I’m Leah, and I’m a nonbinary trans woman making content for the LGBTQIA+ community… or anyone who wants to watch! My goal is to provide visibility, representation, and interesting / useful conversations while creating a community that helps bring people together.
I am very much aware of the distress of many of my members following the election. Many trans people are feeling vulnerable.
If you are feeling concerned and exposed please use the sign up form below to join a system I am setting up. The idea of the support group is to put members of each US state in touch with one another. There is no cost associated with this. By signing up you will be joining this fledging project, and I will email you instructions to join.
Be aware that this is a work in progress. I feel we should get active swiftly though, hence this post. The people who will benefit from this group are trans people in the US of all ages, who are feeling concerned about their healthcare, their physical safety or about social pressures in their area. This is not going to be of interest to people who are purely in the scene for dating/fetish activities. Donât worry boys, we have other activities for you at FionaDobson.com
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A minor tragedy is playing out in London this week. Popular comedy writer, Graham Linehan has been arrested over some offensive tweets he had published on âXâ.
As people witness the growing voices of support for Linehan Iâd like to just bring a couple of facts into focus here, regardless of who wrote the tweets. First of all, going online and telling others itâs ok to beat up anyone is wrong. It doesnât really matter who those others are, itâs just wrong. This is something I think most people outside of this particular debate would agree on. The fact that itâs Linehan shouldnât really make a difference.
Secondly, the tweet in question was about the safety of women in female designated spaces. Only, it wasnât. Iâll explain. The fact is there are so few examples of women being assaulted by transgender people in female spaces that finding an example is near enough impossible. In other words, itâs a ridiculous suggestion to champion this non-existent cause.
In reality transgender people are massively more likely to be assaulted, and Linehan has now contributed to that.
So whatâs it really all about? Linehan has a history of physical abuse. His career in recent years has taken a downturn and his marriage recently ended. This is sadly a man in turmoil. I offer him my sympathy, but letâs not be fooled. This isnât about safety in womenâs bathrooms.
I have a confession to make. While I am everyoneâs idea of an environmentalist, I do yoga and I hate the idea of the cruelty of the fur trade, I own a couple of furs.
Yes, itâs true. I remember a time when, if you walked down Oxford Street in a fur coat someone would pour a pot of red paint over you. Yes, and I agree with that sentiment.
The trouble is my grandmother left me a beautiful hat which is unmistakably genuine fur. It was made very nearly a hundred years ago at a time when furs were really not so unusual. So, itâs not as if I went out and bought a hat made out of fox and supported any kind of business. I just happened to inherit a hat.
Now the reason I tell you this is that, following a week with an election that has left the rest of the world reeling, Sylvester and I decided to go out to dinner with Rainbow and her partner, Epiphany. Rainbow had said thereâs a new Thai restaurant and she wanted to try it out.
Since itâs turned a little chilly here in Vancouver I decided to wrap up well and took several of the hats in my wardrobe and put them on my bed and tried them on one by one. Sylvester then appeared as I was doing so and started asking all about the new restaurant.
âAnd where is it?â he asked as I tried another hat.
âOpposite the picture framers,â I replied looking at my reflection in the mirror.
âWear the fox hat,â said Sylvester.
âOn Main Street,â I answered.
You know, there are times when Sylvester can be quite coarse. I do wish heâd moderate his language.
Think about itâŠ
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