Corsets – All you ever wanted to know!
Can you help fill my holes?
Watching the sun slowly rise over my rose bushes as I sipped my jasmine tea this morning I could almost have been in some tropical paradise. Ali, my gardener, his head bowed toward the east was in my garden on his knees, the dawn reflected by his white robe.
I glanced at the morning news, and swiftly found it depressing. Someone had been arrested for spying on a tech company and there were reports of any number of conspiracies. I really do get tired of these intrigues. I turned off the news and listened to some morning music instead. This really is the nicest part of the day, and I wasn’t going to have it ruined by scandals which I could do nothing about.
I do love my garden, but as I watched the light spread across the verdant greens and browns of fall foliage I noticed a disruption in the tranquility of the universe. My lawn, so lovingly maintained, was pock marked with the evidence of some burrowing creatures. The velvet green of my well manicured grass had evidently attracted an infestation. It was then that I realised that Ali was not praying but peering inquisitively into one of the invaders burrows.
He rose to his feet and then walked purposefully to my kitchen, where I sat enjoying my breakfast of croissants and English marmalade, dressed in a long pale green dressing gown, and creamy silk night dress, with a pink tie about the waist. I do so love the way the silk feels on my skin. It makes me shudder that once I constrained myself with horribly male cotton pyjamas with an image of spider man on blazened on the back. Still, I was eleven at the time.
“Good morning, Ali,” I said as he knocked on the kitchen door and then opened it. “Would you like some jasmine tea, it’s freshly brewed.”
Ali came in and I poured him some of the tea, and he looked at me earnestly.
“We have to act swiftly, madam,” said Ali.
“Well, I’m sure we do,” I said, wondering what on earth he was talking about.
“They’re taking over. Before long we’ll be over run,” he continued.
“Ali,” I said, still confused. “Have you been getting your news from Facebook again?”
“No madam,” he replied. “It’s the moles.”
“I heard something about it on the news,” I said.
“Really?” said Ali. “It must be worse than I thought,” he said, his gaze drawn to the garden. He then added, as an afterthought, “We need to stuff their holes.”
There was an awkward silence and then I said, “That seems a little extreme.”
Ali is a Syrian refugee and came to his new life in Canada a few years ago. Having walked halfway across Europe he and his lovely wife and two girls finally found a safe haven that welcomed them, here in Canada. I know he must have been through any number of traumas during his flight as the country fell into civil war. Still, the inhumane treatment of spies seemed a little harsh. It was then I noticed Ali looking at me rather quizzically.
“Oh, you mean the ‘moles’. In the garden…” I said, realising my mistake.
“Yes, madam. They’re getting in from Marjorie’s, next door.”
“Wine bottles,” he said as if that were all the explanation needed.
Sometimes I think Ali is just saying random words. I really should talk to his English teacher sometime.
“We push them in their holes,” he added.
“Oh, yes.” I said quite suddenly. “I think I saw a video of that once.”
“Yes, we block their holes with wine bottles, and they’ll soon leave,” said Ali.
“Then I suppose we’d better talk to Auntie Kittie.”
Auntie Kittie always has empty wine bottles about the place. I get the distinct impression they don’t stay full for very long with her. But that’s not the main reason I’m writing to you this morning. I thought I’d make a point of dropping you a line and telling you that Auntie’s Kittie’s diary is as popular as ever and this week anyone who signs up for it (just $1.99 a month, or $12 for the year) will get free entry into our Whatsapp Group (usually $10 a month). I wouldn’t want you to miss out.
Have a lovely week, and let me know how you are doing.
😊
Fiona
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How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 5
Remembering that this is all about timing, we’re going to move a conversation into the area of fantasies. This should not seem forced, so pick you time carefully. Don’t just say “The weather’s nice for the time of year, and by the way, what do you fantasise about?”
Wait for your moment. Approach the subject with sensitivity, and be gentle. Tell her you would love to know what she fantasises about, because you want to make her happier and to serve her sexually as well as you can.
Continue reading “How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 5”
Being Trans – If a Klingon can figure it out, so can you.
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Become a Patron!How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 4
At this stage you’re beginning to move your partner toward acting in a specific manner with you. She’s been primed, sees herself as a liberal thinking and open to intimate suggestions (after all, everybody sees her that way), and she sees herself as being in control in a liberated and powerful way.
Continue reading “How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 4”
How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 3
The next step is once again a subtle progression in the direction you’re trying to go. When you’re out with your wife and she’s buying cosmetics take an interest. Ask why she likes one brand of make up over another. Be sure to have a sincere interest.
Continue reading “How to talk to your partner about crossdressing. Part 3”
Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 62.
In a slumber I slowly woke. I could feel the rise and the fall of the soft breathing of a form beside me and I quickly remembered 30.
My face was pressed against her shoulder, warm but a little hard. I could vaguely smell the scent of her. I remained still savouring the delicate aromas. I think she used a lavender soap, but behind it I could smell her armpit.
Become a Patron!Getting to ‘No’. Telling co-workers to sod off without offending them.
Perhaps you already know this, but when I am not tormenting Sylvester, he of the bedroom eyes and the bathroom mind, I actually work for a living. As an account executive in an advertising agency, I am one of the busiest crossdresser’s that is ever likely to come across your desk.
In pursuit of this questionable career I have written a number of pieces associated with working in a company like this. Not least among these is the very popular “Getting to ‘No’. Telling co-workers to sod off without offending them.”
As a crossdresser working in a busy advertising agency, I am often asked to involve myself on projects that are a complete waste of time, and serve no purpose whatsoever. With this in mind I've been forced to come up with ways to extract myself from situations in the workplace with apparently plausible refusals, without actually appearing to refuse at all. This is a short but valuable guide for people who need to say 'no', without giving offence. In it I'll deal with a few suggestions, some of which will save your corporate career. There's a few things here that may have a practical application in the personal realm, but this is more aimed at the professional workplace. I know you'll find it to be of help.
I am currently trying to lift my presence on Patreon. If you’d like to help me by becoming a Patron I’d really appreciate it. As a token of thanks I am going to give away membership of our Elite Whatsapp Group to the next ten Patrons to sign up. That’s worth $10 a month and is a great supportive way to enjoy your dressing.
Become a Patron!Beware Western Culture is being destroyed by crossdressers!
You can support Natalie HERE.
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 Contrapoints. 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.
Fiona
How to talk to your partner about crossdressing- Part 1.
The first thing to remember here is that your going into this with a plan. You’re not just going to spring it on her, and hope for the best. Far from it. By the time the issue comes up you’re going to have laid the groundwork for this to work beautifully.
Continue reading “How to talk to your partner about crossdressing- Part 1.”
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Poor Rainbow! I can’t think what got into her last night.
Rainbow sat clutching her gentle brow at my kitchen table, pale and effete as ever. That girl could well be a vampire.
“No, Rainbow. I don’t think anyone rufied your kombucha,” I said. “I think you drank half a bottle of gin on your own. And that’s what it does.”
“But, my head,” she moaned.
Sylvester shifted awkwardly. Like most men, the delivery of unearned sympathy is something he struggles with. Instead he sensibly kept his mouth shut.
“You need a nice cleanse,” I said as I fried an egg in a heavy iron frying pan. “A sauna, perhaps and then a seaweed wrap.”
“Sushi?” she said, turning a little green.
“No, a seaweed wrap, where they wrap your body into the healing energy of seaweed. It’s lovely. I had one with Sebastian last week at the spa.”
“You realise I am basically an unemployed student?” retorted Rainbow.
“Well, I’m just saying, with all that yoga and healthy living…” I adopted my most forgiving manner.
“Are you saying I can’t go out and drink till I can’t feel my face from time to time?” she replied.
Rainbow seemed to be a little tense, as well as being in the midst of a severe hangover.
“Where on earth were you?” asked Sylvester.
“Some of the girls from the yoga studio and I went out to celebrate at Trannie Annies,” replied Rainbow.
“They don’t let me in that place anymore,” grumbled Sylvester.
“Shut up, Sylvester,” I said. “May I ask what you were celebrating last night, Rainbow. And, I mean, darling… was it really worth it?” I asked in an attempt to mollify her.
There was a long sigh, and then as I handed a high electrolyte orange drink to Rainbow she shared her latest news.
“and then … Yadayadayada, so now I realise I’m poly,” she concluded.
I stared at her.
I pride myself in being a crossdresser of taste and style, even if I do hang around with coarse oafs like Sylvester from time to time, but this was shocking news to me.
“Really,” I said stifling my bewildered emotions. “You’re into polyester?”
I couldn’t sanction such perversion.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Sylvester. “It means she’s got a thing for parrots.”
“You two are the limit,” said the poor suffering girl as I placed a perfectly fried egg on wholegrain toast before her.
“Really, Rainbow, darling, I can prepare a nice cleanse for you. An elixir of dandelion root, sage, kayle and Labrador tea leaves. I think of it as a very healthy cleanse.”
Sylvester piped up, “Sort of an ‘ethnic cleanse’. You’ll feel like an entirely new person. I always say “When you feel like the bottoms fallen out of your world, Fiona can make a cleanse that will make the world fall out of…”
“Sylvester, belt up!” I interjected.
Sylvester really can be quite coarse you know. I sometimes wonder why I let him in. Still he does like to come and join me for breakfast after driving the Zamboni to prepare the ice for our hockey players for their early morning practice.
Now, I’m sure you know this, but if you want to drill down and learn more about some of my people you’ll see that the first mention of them is generally highlighted and a hot link. Through the wonders of technology, if you click on that you’ll get a list of all the stories in which they feature. So you can drill down on any of the people and get more of their story. After 7 years of writing you’ll find the well is indeed quite deep. It can keep you uselessly employed for hours!
Have a wonderful day.
🙂
Fiona
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Become a Patron!When teachers teach by bad example.
Mid Vermont Christian School (MVCS)
In a recent CNN report Mid Vermont Christian school took a distinctly unchristian perspective on sport by refusing to play against a team with a trans student on the team.
If you wish you can read about the story here – https://www.cnn.com/…/vermont-basketball…/index.html
While this kind of discrimination is both unchristian and indefensible one shouldn’t allow one’s anger to cloud vision. We are trans, and we are not reactionary. As such we should use the existing avenues of reporting to overcome these hurdles. It would be wrong not to work through the processes of registering our complaint. I will detail the process below to help, if you want a little help to take a stand on this issue.
Read more: When teachers teach by bad example. Continue reading “When teachers teach by bad example.”Nebraska – Is our job to legislate hate?
Nebraska’s Republican Party chooses persecuting children over policy. Acting on voters priorities? Not a chance.
Become a Patron!Sylvester enjoys a good pounding.
Sylvester, my mechanic, enjoys a good pounding now and then. Don’t we all? And that’s precisely what was happening the other day as I entered his workshop.
“What on earth are you doing?” I said, as I watched him sitting on a stool, beating a piece of metal on an anvil.
“It’s called..” bang, bang, “contouring.”
The heavy blows were shaping the metal and shaking the entire workshop. He held the glowing metal with tongs as he worked on it with the hammer.
“Well, that’s not how I do it,” I replied.
“Contouring the piece,” he said as he continued bashing the hot metal with a heavy hammer. Once satisfied with the shape he dipped it in a pail of water and it gave a satisfying hiss, steam rising as it did so.
This did, however, remind me to post something for so many of my members who are struggling with make up advice. I often steer clear of this, as there are so many wonderful sites giving great make up tutorials. Most of these are run by women who have been excelling at this since they were 7 or 8 years old, and I realise they are much more accomplished than I. However, I do feel that so m any of my members need a little guidance, I try to select the best ones to reproduce here.
Contouring is also of special interest to my gurls. Most of us have facial shapes that are quite masculine. However, with the correct contouring we can refine the shape considerably. As my friends who are drag queens have demonstrated many times, good contouring completely changes the way people see your face. In a busy club drag queens, like high heeled feathered galleons sail across the dance floor and we’re naturally in awe of their appearances, their faces sculpted like Greek goodesses. Knowing something of these techniques is a valuable skill. While many of us will never come close to attaining the skill levels some of these performers have reached, we can do our best to improve our makeup skills, nonetheless.
Have a good look at the video above. I’m sure you’ll learn something valuable. Hopefully this version of contouring your face will have more positive results than using Sylvester’s.
😊
Fiona
Become a Patron!Do you know your eyeliner from your lip liner?
| Do you know your eyeliner from your lip liner? When you first grab your lip liner and use it as an eyebrow pencil you are doing nothing more than most 11 year old girls have been doing for the last forty years. Many of my members experience feelings of disappointment and failure the first time they get up close and personal with make up. As a result they feel disappointed and often quite upset. Let’s let that go right away. Here’s why. Most people who crossdress attempt to emulate beautiful women, in most cases who have been using makeup with their little girlfriends from the age of 11, or thereabouts. When a middle aged man attempts to look like a 20 year old woman for the first time he is likely to meet a level of technical resistance. In fact, he’s likely to make a dogs dinner of the process. It takes years to get it just right. It’s possible to make a reasonable job of it quite quickly, if one practices regularly. In fact, using a few Youtube tutorials you may get quite good at it before long. One of my best friends daughters has helped me tremendously, as you can understand my friends are very accepting of me. Like everything worthwhile, make up takes time and practice. It’s something that’s a lot of fun to do, and so practice can be thoroughly enjoyable. I like to focus on one particular aspect a week. I may spend one week just on eye shadow, and another on lips, and then move to working on eyeliner or eyebrows. Either way, expect to take a while at it, and don’t worry if it’s not right first time. You are going to have fun working at it, but don’t set your expectations to high at first. The other thing to keep in mind is that a man in late middle age is unlikely to pull off looking like a 21 year old whore. Yes, it’s true. You might get to look like a middle aged whore, or better still with a little practice, a sophisticated middle aged woman, but don’t get disheartened chasing the unattainable. Having a good idea of what you are trying to achieve is a good plan. Again, don’t expect immediate success. It’s ok to take your time. Enjoy the process, and you will get there. |
| Think of this as a good example of how not to do your make up. Generally it takes a little more time, and should be somewhat more enjoyable. |
| To put a little further clarity on the subject watch the amazing video below of Boogie, a remarkably brave singer, who had the courage to illustrate how very different the image her video audience has of her, and the reality of her looks is. I believe it takes a great deal of bravery to own the fact that you are not quite the person the public is sold. The reason I include her here is to demonstrate how the media create a version of femininity that is in many instances unattainable, even for very attractive women. It’s hardly surprising we have the high rates of eating disorders in society that we do. |
| For someone crossdressing it’s important to realise that perfection may be a goal that cannot be achieved. That said, beauty is not. There’s a subtle but very important difference there. I hope you progress toward it and find it without too much pain. 🙂 Fiona |
The magnificence of dreams.
I stepped out of the warm stream of the shower knowing Sebastian and Sylvester were downstairs waiting for me in the breakfast room. After pulling on some panties, a robe and my pink fluffy slippers I hurried down the stairs.
Sebastian and Sylvester were at the table. I’d completed a particularly rigorous dawn yoga session with Sebastian. If my hips were any more open you could have driven a train up there. As luck would have it Sylvester had offered to make us breakfast. While usually a coarse oaf, Sylvester has the capacity to be quite sweet at times.
As I glided into the kitchen Sylvester was serving up a delightful grilled breakfast, the sausages sizzling fresh off the skillet. A good start to the day is a lot easier with a breakfast like this. And breakfast is really the most important meal of the day. The bacon was glistening with flavor and the tomatoes came from Ali’s own garden. Quite lovely.
“It’s the damndest thing,” I said staring at the plate.
Sylvester looked at my plate and said “what’s wrong with it?”
“No, not the food. It’s just I had the weirdest dream last night.”
Sebastian asked, “What did you dream?”
I closed my eyes and tried to remember how it all went.
“There were a few of us downtown. And there was this guy who had died.”
“Who was he?” asked Sylvester.
“I don’t know. It’s not important. Just some stiff,” I replied.
“Anyway they wouldn’t let him in the graveyard because the church said they didn’t have room. But everyone knew it was because he was queer. So, there was this drag queen. She was lovely. Let’s call her ‘Carlotta’.., and I. And we stole the body and buried her up in the church yard anyway.”
“You know they don’t let you do that,” said Sylvester.
“It was a dream,” I protested. “And we went up there and buried this guy. And then we did other stuff. Loads of stuff… And I had this lovely long velvet riding dress, like in that English serial. And Carlotta had these sequins on her pants and a gold cowboy hat and these huge guns with pearl inlays and a smoked blue gunmetal finish. A pair of 44s. Matching nails. Did I say we were on horses?”
“I know all about Carlotta’s 44s. How many of you were there,” asked Sylvester, a canny look in his eye.
“I believe it was seven. Seven trannies and drag queens. And one was bald. I’m not quite sure what her deal was. Yes, that sounds about right. You have no idea how much glitter that is.” I replied.
“Yes, you just dreamed The Magnificent Seven. That’s one of the best movies ever made,” said Sylvester.
“I thought it was a fantasy about masculinity and white privilege wrapped up in a self righteous superior message, all avoiding the whole gun thing, and how it’s a penis substitute and actually they’d all rather be playing with their wieners. Except Yul Brynner. No, If he was coming after me with that huge weapon of his. Well, let’s just say I wouldn’t be running away all that fast.” I replied. “Can you imagine,” I said my thoughts drifting off. “…falling, and Yul leaning over you and reaching down and pulling you to your feet, and grabbing a great handful of ass and ripping….” My voice tailed off. Sometimes I do forget not to speak my thoughts.
I continued, “But, yes, still one of the best movies ever made.”
Bringing a note of levity to the conversation Sebastian chimed in, “They’re all gone now…”
And what a time it would be to have a magnificent seven. With trans rights, and democracy itself on the ropes, we see so many hard won advances in decline. Things will turn around again soon. And in the meantime I think we have to support our trans sisters, regardless of what stage they are at, wherever we find them. Remember, you’re not alone. There are many of us here.
Enjoy the video clip below.
😊
Fiona