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I woke up today to a terrific banging.
I awoke this morning to a terrific banging. Now, I know what youâre thinking, but it wasnât like that at all.
I pulled on a lovely apricot silk gown, and fluffy slippers, and hurried down to the front door, where I was confronted by Sylvester and Sebastian chatting away, framed by snow in the doorway.
âI had a huge curry, last night,â said Sylvester, âand I woke up to find weâd had a terrific dump!â
âGood morning, Sylvester,â I said as the two of them stood on my snowy doorstep. âI assume youâre talking about this heavy snowfall.â
âItâs about 9 inches and I couldnât get up the drive at all.â
âCan we use your rear entrance, Fiona?â said Sebastian. If I had a nickel for everytimeâŠ
âWhy donât you boys slip around the back of the house. Aliâs very kindly cleared the lane. You should be able to park there without difficulty,â I said.
And with that the two boys disappeared and left me to put on the hot chocolate, and warm some croissants. My friends are joining me for breakfast today as weâre working on some new ideas for the premium program. If youâre a member of this wonderful program youâll know how much fun we have with it. If youâre not, then think about jumping in!
Have a lovely day.
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Fiona
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Rainbow’s career change.
As I was washing some vegetables this morning after my weekly shop at the organic vegetable store my phone rang, and who should it be but Sebastian, my personal trainer.
âSebastian,â I said answering the call. âHow lovely to hear from you. Iâm just washing my organic ethically sourced zuchinis.â
This seemed to stop him in his tracks, but he quickly recovered himself.
âFiona,â he said, clearly agitated, âwhat on earth have you been saying to Rainbow?”
You’ll remember that Rainbow is Sebastian’s flakey kombucha drinking yoga teacher sister.
âI chatted with her just yesterday,â I said. âWe had a lovely conversation on that thing Max installed on my phone. Snatchchat, I think itâs called.â
âBut what did you say to her,â he persisted.
âOh, we talked about all sorts of things,â I replied. âThat Mr. Willow down the road. He got caught cheating on his wife with her twin sister. Funny story actually.â
Before I could go on Sebastian cut in, âDid you give her some career advice?â
âOh, I wouldnât give her career advice,â I said. âNot after the incident at the vets place.â –
Sebastian, sounded quite exasperated.
âWhat on earthâs the matter?â I asked.
Sounding very puzzled, he replied, âI just donât understand it. Sheâs going on about you telling her that she should be a therapist.â
âWhat, Rainbow?â I replied, almost swallowing my tongue in surprise.
âYeah, thatâs what I thought.â
Suddenly a thought came to my mind. It came with the crushing inevitability of a garbage truck backing purposefully over a childâs unseen tricycle left out in the lane.
âOh, wait,â I said. âI seem to remember saying to her that she should âseeâ a therapist. Yes, that was it. Somewhere after the second bottle of Cab Sauvignon. Did you know her last therapist took his own life? Terrible!â
âOh God,â said Sebastian. âShe thinks you said she should âbeâ a therapist. And now sheâs all excited about getting trained.â
âIt would be an unusual choice for a person like Rainbow,â I said. âVery unusual.â
You can read Rainbowâs profile here.
I shall watch her development with the sense of foreboding it deserves.
Have a lovely week,
Fiona
PS. Enjoy some Contrapoints below.
There’s never a dull moment in the advertising business.
As you likely know, I work for a well known advertising agency in an active office in this delightful city. It is often said that for each job in some industries, several other people are supported. So, for example while a car plant may employ 4,000 people a further 6,000 jobs are created servicing the 4,000 people employed with things like transport, employment services and catering. In much the same way, my work supports not just myself, but also Sylvester my mechanic, Sebastian my personal trainer, Ali my gardener, young Max who helps with technology on my blog and several other assorted hangers on and peripheral individuals.
I was talking on this very subject with Bernard, my photographer, when we were out on agency business just the other day. Ali, who so lovingly tends my garden, spends more time there than I ever do. Instead, while he enjoys my delightful champaign colored roses in my garden I am out driving with Bernard on a task for the advertising agency. And Iâm paying Ali! It all seems rather obtuse. That said, I do love Ali, and his daughters are sweetness itself. They arrived in Canada just a couple of years ago, refugees from the war in Syria.
Continue reading “There’s never a dull moment in the advertising business.”What are you driving?
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 they pump heat into an increasingly fragile environment. On the other hand, given the erectile dysfunction issues associate with Hummer ownership theirs 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 trailor 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.
Have a lovely week.
Fiona
Long live the King.
I was lamenting the passing of our Queen yesterday, along with a huge number of people. My voice need hardly be added to the outpouring of regret by so many others, and yet I do feel a sense of loss. The Queen was, after all, an influence my entire life, and thereâs no doubt about it, whatever else she was, she really was a likeable sort of monarch.
It was fitting that I wore a nice black sweater, black stockings and a black kilt yesterday. On that slightly mournful note, I have some lovely crossdressing funeral ideas HERE.
After my yoga session this morning I was sitting in my kitchen, enjoying a calming cup of tea with Sebastian, when he started telling me the news about his sister, Rainbow.
âRainbowâs not seeing that optician anymore,â said Sebastian a little mournfully.
âIâm sorry,â I said, confused.
âTheyâve broken up. Itâs a pity, I think he was very good for her,â continued Sebastian. âApparently when she said she couldnât see him anymore he told her to stand a little closer, and then said âAnd now?ââ
I looked at Sebastian and tried to figure out if he was joking.
âWell, Rainbow has some unusual ideas,â I said.
âShe certainly does. She told me she felt their energies didnât âco-mingleâ they way she wanted,â he concluded, looking through the window into the far distance in deep contemplation.
I tell you this as much as anything to set the scene. The window that overlooks my garden is really quite lovely but of late I have had Ali trimming some of the bushes just around the base of the window. Heâs a talented gardener, and moves quite silently about the place, his long white gown floating like some ethereal gardening spirit. Now and then he stands up, his head appearing in my wind, and says something before once again going down on hands and knees working on among the foliage of my beautiful flowers. It can be quite disconcerting at times. Heâs just like a Syrian Jack In The Box, appearing out of nowhere. It can be quite startling.
It was in this tranquil scene of quiet contemplation as I sipped my chamomile tea that Aliâs wizened head appeared, rising out of nowhere and chimed in, âTits like coconuts.â
I steadied my nerves as Ali sank out of my line of vision, and then rising and leaning out of the window looked down into the flower beds and said, âI beg your pardon?â
Sebastian struggled back onto his stool.
Ali surfaced back into view and replied, âYou were saying how much you like the birdsong of summer, and wanted to attract more birds into your garden.â
I stared blankly before remembering a conversation weâd had just the other day. I do like to attract wildlife into the garden, and had asked Ali if he had any thoughts on the matter.
âOh yes,â he went on. âLotâs of birds love coconuts. If you hang them on a string from one of the trees itâs sure to attract a few. You know, tits, chaffinches and sparrows. They all love coconuts.â
I slowly sat down once more, and thanked Ali for his contribution to the conversation. I really do wonder just how much English he understands, at times. I may have to talk with his English teacher.
I do hope youâre having a delightful end of summer. Be sure to have a look around the website â thereâs a lot there and I always try to keep things fun.
😊
Fiona
I know what I believe, no need to wear that on my sleeve…
I was doing yoga in my garden just this morning with Sebastian, when he raised something thatâs been on my mind a while.
âFiona,â he said, while adjusting my position in a deep hip opening yoga position, âI have always like that on your blog you are unafraid to deal with the deep and penetrating issues.â
I felt him leaning into my posture, pressing me slightly deeper into the posture.
Continue reading “I know what I believe, no need to wear that on my sleeve…”Would you like to stuff my beaver?
Hi,
This morning, just as I was emerging from my morning yoga session, I was surprised to see Max (my neighbourâs son), huffing and puffing and coming in my rear entrance, a bundle of excited youthful anticipation. He was hurrying up the garden path, as I pulled up my yoga pants, and adjusted my hair.
Sebastian, my personal trainer, was as surprised as I was myself. He likes to come early to stretch me, as 
Iâm sure my regular members are aware.
âFiona,â said Max, bursting into my kitchen. âCan I take a look at your beaver?â
As you probably know, yesterday was Canada Day. Itâs a tradition in Huckleberry Close, to come over to my house on Canada Day, and look at my beaver – a beautiful piece of taxidermy – the centrepiece of the Canada Day party I always throw on the Canada Day Weekend, to celebrate us throwing off the shackles of oppressive colonialism before Canada declared itself free of tyrannical rule from London. Actually, thatâs not really true. We just all sort of agreed that weâd have a new flag and continue to be the friends we’ve always been. No one was being either tyrannical or oppressive, but itâs a good excuse for a party. And the centre piece of the party is my beaver, a stuffed animal that has become something of a mascot over the years. Itâs traditional for us to enjoy some lovely Canadian Wines, from British Columbia (a place that is neither British nor Columbian), swap hockey stories and talk about Zamboniâs while apologizing to one another. We all eat poutine and make fun of people we love from Newfoundland, and generally act in an understated but quietly superior way, while listening to The Tragically Hip, 54 40, Five Man Electrical Band, Rush and many other great Canadian bands.
I told Max, âDarling, calm down. My beaver is open to everyone, just give me a moment to prepare it! Youâll get your turn. Just donât get too excited. Itâs Canada Day, youâll have to pace yourself.â
We have so many wonderful traditions in Canada. Being Canadian means so many wonderful things to all the peoples of our country. We love our diversity, our first nations people and our democracy, which we value enough to protect.
If Max gets over excited, of course, it will be over before itâs really started. It can happen to us all. I handed him a pot of maple syrup and suggested he put it out on the garden table while I went down to get the noble beast, and then he could examine my beaver to his hearts content.
This yearâs wine of choice is Quill, a distinctive Rose from Vancouver Island, which is quite delightful and goes rather well with the short skirt Iâm wearing. Itâs light, a little cheeky and subtly stimulating. The wineâs not bad either. I know weâll be toasting Sylvester, who has decided to commit to a course learning to drive a Zamboni at the local hockey arena. I must get things ready for the party shortly, so this will be a short email.
It may come as a surprise to some of you, but Marjory (my delightful lesbian neighbor) got her hand stuck in my beaver recently while trying to replace some of the stuffing. She was wedged right in there! I know what youâre thinking, what was she of all people doing, jammed up there? Well, she does fancy herself as something of an amateur taxidermist. Strange woman. Sheâs from Alaska, you know. Eventually we got her hand out, but ever since sheâs been acting most strangely. Sheâs said on more than one occasion that she wishes her hands were a little smaller. I canât think why! Itâs almost as though sheâs never heard of lube. I understand it softens the skin nicely and taxidermists swear by it.
I hurried down to the basement and found my beaver, then carried it up to my garden table, already bathed in warm summer sunshine. In the sunlight I could see it has begun to look a little tired. I suppose one can not be surprised. After all, my beaver has been fingered by many over the passing years. And yet, surprisingly it continues to put a contented smile on many of my friends faces. However, I do believe a beaver should be well groomed and well presented. I will speak to my local taxidermist and have him restuff it later this month.
With this in mind I resolved to make a Canada Day offer to all my friends and members. Anyone who emails me with the words in the subject line âFiona, Iâll stuff your beaver!â before the end of Canada Day weekend, July 3rd, can have a free membership to My Little Black Book. This is worth $2.95 a month for crossdressing gurls, and $4.95 a month to Admirers. So, get your digits moving and I can help get some more members in there.
Have a wonderful Canada day weekend.
😊
Fiona
I’m getting Sylvester’s boxers down.
âThatâs it, Sylvester,â I said. âYou just take down your boxers and Iâll stick a big one up there!â
While perched on the top of a step ladder Sylvester handed me down the two portraits of his fatherâs prize winner pedigree boxer dogs. They won the dog show here several years ago, and as I liked the pictures so much Sylvester allowed me to display the paintings in my living room while his apartment was being decorated. They made a nice change, but to be honest Iâm a little bored of them now. Iâm replacing them with a huge photograph of Hannibal, my dachshund now. I do like to freshen up the look of my living room in spring, donât you?
I’ve had a lovely week, Marjory my neighbour invited me over yesterday evening, having hired a sweet young French chef to cook her birthday dinner. What a handsome young man he is! And I think he took a shine to me, too.
After thanking him in the kitchen for such a lovely meal I spotted something between the frog’s legs, and the cake. So many candles! In the end we lit them, and the chef and my friends all sang happy birthday for Marjory before she blew them all out in the dinning room. It brought quite a lump to my throat. Such fun!
But thatâs not the main reason Iâm writing today. I’ve been trying to be supportive to Rainbow, Sebastian‘s sister. She’s terribly worried about the people in Ukraine, where she has a number of friends.
“They should do something about those awful Russians,” she said to me while sitting at my kitchen table. “Can’t they send someone?”
“Like who?” I asked.
“I don’t know. The Pope, or the other one,” and then she paused and scratched her head, and then remembering said, “That nice Bono, or Greta Thunberg, perhaps.”
“I’m not sure Greta’s quite the right person,” I replied, “though she might have something to say about the carbon emissions of those useless T72 tanks. They seem to burn very well, if nothing else, but I don’t think that does much for global warming. Then again nor does a thermobaric weapon. The environment doesn’t seem to be a priority for Mr. Putin.”
“I feel so helpless,” she added at length.
“Well, you don’t have to,” I said. “Unicef, the UN agency with a mandate to help women and children, is organising help for women and children in Ukraine. So is UNHCR, who look after refugees.”
Giving here has the funds matched by the agency and is applied directly to women and children in need, and is the most efficient way to provide help. I didn’t need to add that previously having worked for Unicef in Africa, in field emergencies in Sudan and Somalia, I could vouch for their effectiveness.
“It’s a tragedy,” I said, giving her a hug. “But one way or another we’re all going to be a part of sorting it out. And I don’t mind paying a few extra dollars for gas if it means we don’t give Mr. Putin the kind of help he needs to hurt innocent women and children in Ukraine. Let’s just hope people are wise enough not to let his friends, people like that orange haired loser of a former president, ever get anywhere near the reins of power ever again.”
With that I suggested Rainbow come upstairs and help me pick out a nice yellow and blue outfit to wear when I go out today. Perhaps you could do the same.
If you feel generous use the links above to send a few dollars to support people affected by the war in Ukraine. Send me a copy of your receipt and I will enroll you at no cost in our Whatsapp Group – a gift worth $10 a month. Just send me a copy of your receipt to fdobson@zoho.com
Have a lovely week.
Fiona
Let’s try to be accepting of others.
Ali has been here in Canada for several years now, having arrived as a refugee along with his lovely family from Syria. As I have mentioned before he was a botany professor in Damascus University prior to the war there, and is now my gardener. His knowledge of fauna and flora really is most extensive.
Arriving from a country such as Syria one does have to check some of the experiences and baggage that we bring, at the door â as it were. Jeff, who looks after immigration at our local airport, says that most immigrants are all too ready to let go of the past and look forward to their new life in Canada. And many, like Ali, bring some wonderful talents to our communities, regardless of what they may have done in the past. Like many of us, Ali does not talk much about his former life. I imagine it could be quite dark but have had few glimpses of what it may have entailed. Itâs really none of my business.
Jeff takes great pride in telling me that he checks the passports of all immigrants arriving at the airport (other than when heâs on his lunch break or picking up his kids from school). He says that Canada accepts the poor, the disadvantaged and the impotent. He then rather sheepishly adds that unfortunately, while the poor and disadvantaged regularly show up, unfortunately the impotent couldnât come.
Aliâs language skills, however, appear to still require some polish. As I sat drinking my morning tea in my kitchen Ali joined me and flicked through the local paper that had just been delivered. I had just finished my daily yoga workout and was still in my pink leggings and powder blue sports bra, thatâs so good for working out.
He took his tea black and was quite absorbed in the paper.
âIt says here,â he said at length, âthat the city is going to have a âpilot racoon cullâ.â
âItâs about time,â I said, knowing how mischievous the racoon population of Huckleberry Close can be. âTheyâre too clever by half.â
Ali frowned as he read the article.
âItâs just that you wouldnât think they could do that,â he replied.
âWhat do you mean?â I said sensing something amiss.
Sipping his tea Ali continued reading without looking up and turned the page. âYouâd think theyâd fail the eye test. I did.â
I sometimes wonder about Ali and his command of English. It is, however, better than my command of his obscure dialect of Arabic. Iâd given up my attempts to learn his language after failing to master such a simple phrase as âIs it safe to drink the water in this hospital?â
We all of us have our own particular perspective that brings a bit of ourselves to all we observe. As a crossdressing non-binary person, when I see a Zebra I do not take offence at the black and white nature of the creature. Ali, on the other hand, sees a majestic beast of the African plains while Sebastian sees a walking barcode. He then goes on to pretend to scan it in much the same way as the checkout girl in the corner store, and adds, âAt least itâs easy to keep track of them.â
We all of us have our divergent ways of looking at things and each is equally correct. As trans people I think we have to learn acceptance of others with views that donât align with our own. They, like us, are travelling their own journey. As people who are often misunderstood, it is up to us to try to understand others – the good, the bad and the ugly – with kindness and without judgement.
But that is not the main reason Iâve written to you this morning. Iâve been adding new content to some of my programs. They are now even better value than ever. Be sure to join if youâve not done so already. I always do my very best for my lovely members.
😊
Fiona
Unhand that banana!
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Auntie Kittie’s Diary – What are Martin’s mummy and daddy doing up there?
Martin arrived this morning to help me with my shopping, heâs such a good little boy. He cycled over. I’ve been encouraging him to ride a little more since a taxi frightened him by blowing their horn as he cycled by recently.
He rang the bell of the pink bicycle he was riding in my yard and came rushing in.
âAuntie, you wonât believe what I have between my legs,â he said excitedly.
âReally?â I said a little surprised.
âOh yes, Miranda said I could borrow her bicycle. Itâs much bigger than mine and itâs fun to ride.â
âOf course it is, Martin,â I said, âand donât let anyone ever tell you that size isnât important. I especially like the pink tassles and the unicorn motif. How kind of your sister to let you have a go.â
âMiranda is the bomb,â he replied enthusiastically.
âThe âbombâ,â I replied. âIs that good?â
âOh, sheâs the best! She letâs me use lots of her things.â
âI am sure she does, Martin,â I said gathering up a couple of bags to take shopping. âHelp auntie with these bags, so we donât have to use those nasty single use plastic bags in the store. We care about the environment, donât we Martin.â
âYes, auntie,â said Martin.
We climbed into the car and in a moment were off to get the groceries. After a quick run round the shop to get some organic vegetables and a few tasty treats we came home in time to see Fiona and her personal trainer Sebastian going for a run. They stopped outside my house in Huckleberry Close for a moment to catch their breath.
âGood morning, Martin,â said Fiona to my nephew. âHow are your parents, Iâve not seen them for a while?â
âOh theyâre very busy this morning. Theyâve been upstairs banging since I woke up,â came his innocent reply.
âReally,â I replied, noticing that Fiona was looking a little confused standing there in her little tennis skirt and trainers, her chest still heaving as she was a little out of breath.
âOh yes, theyâre putting together some new furniture from Ikea,â said the little scamp.
âMummyâs very good at it,â he chimed in with enthusiasm, and continued âbut that itâs sometimes better for Daddy to watch because his tool isnât very big. She prefers to use her own equipment or get a man in, she says, but she likes Dad to watch. Itâs just like you say, Auntie. Size really does matter!â
I glanced awkwardly at Fiona as Martin carried on.
âMummyâs good with her hands. Everyone says that. Sheâs very creative you know.â
I said, âI am sure she is. Now letâs hurry in and make some tea. Then we can get some oil and put it on that chain on your bicycle.â
âMummy likes to put oilâŠâ
“That’s enough, Martin.” I cut little Martin off and hurried him inside. One never knows what these little ones will say next. My nieces and nephews are such little scamps.
Have you been a good boy for Auntie? You can be a special star for me by going onto Fionaâs website and adding a comment on her new page, Member Experiences â where you can tell some of your own story. Be sure to mention that Auntie sent you.
Be a good boy for your favorite auntie,
A fun competition. Figure out the link between the video below and Auntie’s Diary entry and I will give you free Good Gurl membership if you you’re not already a member. Email me on fdobson@zoho.com with your answer. The first 10 get free membership. FD.
I’ve been having a little trouble with my colon!
Iâve been having some dreadful trouble with my colon lately. Now, I know what youâre thinking, but ever since Max changed some of the settings on my computer keyboard I just keep getting a problem with it! I think he reset the layout to the French keyboard!
In the cold wintery weather weâre having Iâm going to remind all my girls the importance of moisturizing your skin. Using a nice aloe cream helps, and you can find them at any pharmacy or health food store. It keeps you looking fresh and really helps your skin. You can also find some here.
I am busily chatting with a few of the suppliers who sometimes give some great discounts to my members. It’s always nice to nail down an agreement with a company that provides great clothes and makeup for my members. Be sure to check out my shopping list here.
I can see Ali working on my bush, in the garden â heâs saying something about that not being the only thing that going to get nailed. Aliâs English is very selectively intermittent.
Now, if youâre not already a member I suggest you do join up soon, whether you choose to as a Good Gurl, for just $1 a month, or one of the more extensive programs.
Oh, I have to go now⊠I can see Auntie Kittie heading up the drive, Iâd better hide the sherry!
Have a lovely week and be sure to let me know how youâre getting on.
Ciao.
Fiona
Let’s talk colonic irrigation.
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I had to beat off a load of journalists!
The winter months are always fun in an advertising agency. Even more so for myself, as I have several skiing related accounts. It was this that brought me, Bernard my photographer and Sebastian, my personal trainer to the beautiful mountain village of Whistler in Beautiful British Columbia this week.
I found myself here partly to oversee the photography for a ski manufacturerâs latest high end products,
and also for a resort client located in the Village. As part of the weekâs activity I found myself skiing with a small group of journalists, all eager to test the manufacturers new products.
Before the main days skiing, I had the opportunity to brush up my skills a little with Bernard. There I was, in my tight ski suit, stretching and preparing.
In the comfort of my hotel room, Sebastian helped me refine my style and posture for fast downhill skiing. Sebastian can be very useful on a trip like this. Youâd be surprised what he gets up to.
âThatâs it,â he said, pressing his hand into the small of my back. âLean forward and stick your bum out.â
âNow bend your legs, and flatten your back.â
I found the position strangely familiar.
âIf you move your hips from side to side,â he said standing behind me, âyouâll find it feel even more fluid.â Sebastian seemed quite breathless.
âYes,â I gasped feeling my body getting into the exercise. âItâs a very enjoyable sensation,â I said as I moved my body languidly back and forth.
Now, I know youâll find this hard to believe, but all this stretching and preparation seemed to get Sebastian quite excited. I could swear he poked me in the back with his ski pole!
As it happened I did very well on the slopes. At the end of the week of skiing we had a race down the mountain from the peak, a very exciting informal race. I thought I might be beaten by a number of the boys, but as you might guess, try as they might â and through no small effort on my part – I managed to beat them off and cross the finish line leading by a head.
After that it was up to the hot tub to watch the snow falling on the mountain in the twighlight.
But thatâs not the main reason Iâm writing. I thought Iâd send you a quick reminder that with Spring just around the corner itâs time to start looking for some new Spring colors. This year putting together easy combinations of colors in underwear, makeup and outwear should be every CDâs priority. When was the last time you matched your eyeshadow to your favorite lingerie? Well, todays a great day to start planning ahead.
Got any great Spring outfit ideas? Get on the website and share them!
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Fiona
I need some new eyeshadow for my third eye!
âPush your bum back a bit,â said Sebastian, maneuvering behind me.
âOh, Sebastian,â I said, perspiration dripping from my brow.
âThatâs better,â he said pressing his hand into the small of my back.
As you probably know, Sebastian is my personal trainer. We often do yoga sessions together. Some of these yoga positions are really quite challenging. As we move into the cooler weather I do find I like to lift up the intensity of my exercise regime. And Sebastian is a treasure, I really do enjoy getting it up with him. My yoga is very important to me.
I also find that with the cooler weather I like to dress in suitably warmer clothes, and the opportunity to explore new styles is a source of great joy. I enjoy wearing a kilt, and know there are many other members, some who cannot overtly dress in femme clothing but can wear a kilt from time to time. A kilt is a very good way to gradually introduce more androgynous clothing into your repertoire.
This week, as an exercise perhaps you can check out a few ideas for kilts online â hereâs a start.
I also loved the tights below. They have a nice tartan imprint. I do have some distant Scottish heritage and used to spend every Christmas on the Isle Of Skye. I even got lost in Dunvegan Castle once as a child. But one thing I do enjoy is watching the Highland Games events. I have always thought Bernard would be rather good at tossing the caber. I understand he comes from Essex, in England, which some of my English friends have told me is full of tossers.
Bernard tells me that it sometimes gets so cold in the north of Canada that thereâs so many icicles hanging from his sporran that youâd think he brought along his own wind chimes. What a sight that must be.
Here in Canada we believe in an inclusive approach to life. This is exemplified by my good friend Justin, who – when he’s not busy running the country – is very happy to swing by and take a walk on the beach nearby. And I have to say, he doesn’t have bad legs. He’s asked me once or twice if I can spare Sebastian for a yoga class, but so far we’ve been a bit too busy and our schedules haven’t been quite aligned. Perhaps he’ll join us for a class here in Huckleberry Close as things slow down around Christmas. At least, he promised he would. We’ll see.
As we approach Halloween I have a ghostly story coming out late this month which I think you might enjoy. You may want to keep an eye open for The Living Doll on http://FionaDobson.com . Thereâs also The Foreshore Light and The Apartment, for those of you who like the ghostly theme of Halloween, both of which are already available. If you’d like to hear Jules Sanderson reading The Foreshore Light you can do so here. Be sure to check them out when you have a moment. I think I’ve given you enough there to keep you up at night. Itâs not often that you find ghostly stories suitable for crossdressers, but I do try to present a broad cross section of content for my lovely members. As ever, Clothes Maketh The Man, now with episode 50 out, is doing wonderfully. I do hope youâre enjoying it.
If youâre not already a member be sure to check out the membership options here â http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs
Have a lovely week,
😊
Fiona
Max is teabagging Sebastian in my basement!
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Sebastian and his ‘low hanging fruit’.
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You won’t believe what Sebastian is covered in!
You won’t believe what Sebastian is covered in!
Hi,
Sebastian, my personal trainer, was standing in my kitchen, looking distraught. It’s not a good look for a slim man in spandex. He’d cycled over to my place for a coffee.
âThe stuffâs everywhere,â he moaned. âI canât move in my apartment, thereâs so much Jiz everywhere!â
âIâm sorry?â I said, adjusting the peach colored silk robe I was wearing. I had just waxed my legs and chest and the soft silk felt magnificent on my skin.
âItâs all over the place!â He went on.
âSebastian,â I said, âWhat on earth are you talking about?â
âItâs the week of the Junior and Intermediate Zumba challenge. Everyone down at the gym enters.â
âIs that a âthingâ?â I asked.
âI get to do the Jiz thing every year, and every year itâs a nightmare. I just get overwhelmed. And this year, honestly, I think Iâve taken as much as I can take. Iâve bitten off more than I can chew and Iâm practically choking on it!â
âI believe the expression is âgaggingâ.â I added, helpfully.
âAll the other personal trainers down at the gym leave it to me, and every year I just get sucked in!â
âI wonder why,â I said rhetorically.
âMy whole place is covered in the stuff to arrange it, costumes, posters. I even had to design them myself.â Sebastian reached into his back pack and brought out a folded-up poster.
âOh, Let me see it,â I said trying to sound enthusiastic.
âYes, of course. Your friend Amanda helped me with it.â
âAmanda is my wifeâs friend,â I pointed out. Because she edits a trade publication, Pig And Pig Farmer, Amanda considers herself something of a media mogul. I think youâll agree thatâs a bit of a stretch.
Sebastian unfolded the poster. An image of two young dancers, breathlessly whirling across the floor 
filled the page, with the headline, âItâs Jiz Time! Youâll be glad you came.â
Sebastian looked at it thoughtfully. âThey wouldnât let me put it up at Starbucks. They got quite snotty about it.â
âI wonder why,â I said.
But thatâs not the main reason Iâm writing to you today. Itâs going to be spring soon, so itâs time to start getting ready with some new looks for Spring. I thought Iâd make a couple of suggestions, to help you along.
Spring is a time to emphasise the soft pastels, using both cosmetics and clothes that lift and brighten their surroundings. This is a great time, if you donât dress outside of the house, to bring some more feminine colors into your selection of clothes that youâd wear day to day.
If you wear glasses, think about getting a pair that are softer and more blended to your skin. Be prepared to experiment with your daily look, softening it with colors that convey gentle forms. Hard black frames may be better replaced with a softer color, for example.
As you color your life more gently, you may be surprised to find yourself feeling more gentle. Youâre going to love that. You may well find that wearing pastels and muted colors contributes to a more gentle mood, and as you look the way you know you should, you start to feel the way you should, too.
I sincerely hope you are enjoying the news I share with you. You can participate and comment even more at http://FionaDobson.com
Have a great week,
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Fiona