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Become a Patron!From Brianna Ghey’s vigil.
Ellen M said a few words at Brianna’s vigil in Newcastle, in the UK. Her words are wise, powerful and moving. If you’re as upset as I am about this, then don’t be backwards in coming forward and supporting Trans youth with BE: Trans Support. Here’s a transcript of her words. If you’re on Mastodon you can follow her at EllenM@samarcand@lgbtqia.space
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Tonight I spoke at the Newcastle vigil for #BriannaGhey as a spokesperson for Be:Trans Support. It was emotional and there was an excellent turnout of both trans people and cis allies. There were some excellent speeches from a wide variety of people – some angry and political, others talking about their feelings. I spoke to some people who were around the same age as Brianna and it filled my heart with joy to see such kind, caring and loving young people. It really gives me hope for the future.
This is what I said:
The death of Brianna Ghey has struck to the very heart of the trans community in the UK. From all reports, she was a strong young woman, who was loved and supported by a family proud of her transness. She was caring and loving to those around her, helping other young trans people with their transition even while fighting for her own right to live her life.
We are upset. We are scared. We are angry. Feelings which are legitimate and understandable.
That it appears that she was killed by two of her contemporaries carries its own horror. It is said that children are our hope for the future but that cannot be taken for granted. Cycles of bigotry fuel themselves – but so does love.
What we need now is to channel our fear and anger into positivity. Let it make us stronger and tell those who oppose us, those who belittle us and those who would legislate us out of existence that they will never stop us.
We need to follow Briannaās example and reach out to others, to come together and care for and support each other. To take the anger, loss, confusion and fear we feel now and turn it into fuel for the engine of love.
What I would like you to do now is to turn to a stranger next to you and ā with their consent ā hug them and then tell them that you love them and you stand with them.
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Brianna Ghey
We lost one of our little sisters this week. This is why we need to create more understanding around trans youth.
My thoughts and prayers go out to her family and all who feel this sad loss. For a detailed posting about this see ‘Behind The Scenes‘.
The police have yet to call this a hate crime.
FD
Become a Patron!Everyone is Attracted To Nonbinary People.
I’m getting off.
I had just got off the phone with Sylvester. I called him because, being a quarter Italian, I thought heād be able to tell me which was better, the Heinz ravioli or the Chef Boyardee one.
Really, itās so easy to yank some peopleās chain. Donāt worry, I only do it because I love him!
Itās all that, āMamma used to make pasta by hand,ā and āItās not real cheese if itās not from Italy.ā
Honestly, they think they are the only people who know anything about culinary expertise. Why, I was making a lemming meringue pie just this week, but it fell of the table. Make of that what you will.
All that said I canāt deny that the Italians really do know how to seduce you through your mouth. The sensuality of linguine and the rugged honesty of meat balls, I mean really. What kind of pervert do you have to be not to love that?
All of which has nothing to do with the real reason Iām writing to you. Part 61 of Clothes Maketh The Man is out. So many people have been waiting with baited breath to see what disaster is about to befall poor Andy next. All I can tell you is, āyou really wouldnāt want to be Andy!ā.
Have a lovely week.
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Fiona.
Become a Patron!Part 61 of Clothes Maketh The Man is out!
I stood outside the library, holding the silver serving tray, the heels making my feet ache. The maidās uniform exposed my legs to all who came and went in the lobby, though the passing foot traffic really didnāt seem to notice.
I wondered how such a sight would go down among those friends of mine who Iād not seen now in months. What would people think had happened to me. Had I just faded away as so many people in America seem to have done so over these recent years. Did I simply cease to exist one day?
Become a Patron!You are my Valentine.
What a wonderful day to remember our lovers and our past lovers. On a lovely day like this such thoughts are top of mind.
I have always taken a keen interest in medical and biological research. For example, when in 2010 UCLA researchers announced that they had proof that Neanderthals mated with homo sapiens it came as no surprise to me. But then it wouldnāt. As anyone who has met Sylvester, my mechanic, would realise, the evidence has always been there right before our eyes.Ā
But thatās not the main reason Iām writing today. Itās Valentineās Day, and the time we celebrate our relationships. Max, my neighbors son, attempted to deliver a Valentine card secretly, but was picked up on my security cameras. He has no idea I know it was from him. Poor boy is only a breath over twenty years old. Iāll probably have some fun with that.
Sadly my wife is travelling at present. However, although I may have to battle the sadness of solitude and isolation, I wouldnāt want my members to suffer. With this in mind you might be interested in checking out My Little Black Book. Itās a pretty cool system, in which you contact three people a day until you build up a network of crossdressing friends and admirers. Anyway, you can read all about it here. Itās one of the benefits in my Unicorn Tier on Patreon, though you can by it as a stand alone product for as little as $2.95 if you wish.
So, sign up for My Little Black Book today and you can be sure youāll not die alone, as Sylvester put it. Quite a few members have formed long and meaningful relationships in My Little Black Book. If youād like to connect with other crossdressers itās a great way to do so.
Have a lovely Valentineās Day.
😊
Fiona
Become a Patron!Would you steal a crossdresser’s make-up?
Addressing the burning issues of the day, Jules asks the question on everybody’s lips; ‘Would you steal a crossdresser’s make-up?”
Become a Patron!The Grin And Bare It Nudist Colony.
I was relaxing in my garden this afternoon when I got a distraught call from Rainbow, Sebastianās sister, asking to come round immediately. Of course, I said yes, always supportive of my friends. Besides, Sylvester had just left, having got my asphalt. Heās doing some work resurfacing the driveway.
āYouād better drop by, now Iāve got my asphalt,ā I said down the phone.
Rainbow has just got back from a few days at what she calls a āretreatā. She does this once in a while, escaping to the Grin And Bare It Nudist Colony on a nearby island, in the southern Gulf Islands in British Columbia. Itās a rather strange sort of escape, involving naturists engaged in yoga and improv comedy. I suspect thereās a certain number of them that also become engaged in open sea swimming in an attempt to escape, or at least they would be if I found myself confined on an island in such circumstances.
One of the regulars at this particular location is a man who has turned to unusual street performance for his living. Rainbow, who sometimes teaches yoga on the island, has been encouraging this gentleman, assuring him that street performance could be a great way to gain a small income for the rest of his life.
Continue reading “The Grin And Bare It Nudist Colony.”Let’s help Sylvester get it up.
As you likely know, I am a very busy gurl. I like to involve myself in so many activities and hobbies, from pitching a tent to kite flying ā I do love to get it up in a high wind ā to support all my athletic friends, of course.
Recently my friend Sylvester was bemoaning the fact I am so busy.
āI have so much on,ā I said. āSo many appointments.ā
āBut surely you could drop them, just for me.ā Thatās not the first time Iāve heard that line spill from his lips, I assure you.
Sylvester is being a little insistent as he wants me to be one of his supporters in the up coming local Highland Games and Scottish Festival. I am unsure if youāve heard of this, but I will explain it to you. A number of events such as the Caber Toss and Hammer Throw are offered and competitors test their skills. Sylvester has done quite well over the years.
Heās been asking me to come down and help polish his caber up for practice a number of times recently. As I work away at the great shaft, polishing for all I am worth I often find myself humming the little song of the highlands my grandmother used to sing.
āCome where the hands are clapping
Come where the toes are tapping
Come where the jocks are strapping
Down in the glen.
Land of inclement
weather
Land of the prickly heather
So keep your knees together
Scotland the brave!ā
Well, I thought, if Iām going to support Sylvester in his highland fling I have to find something suitable to wear. My first thought was a kilt, but as every gurl knows, you just canāt show up in something that everyone else is wearing. Thatās when I turned to my friends at The Drag Queen Closet. I have to tell you about them, because they are so good at what they do. Firstly, their clothes are properly sized. I know that when I order the XL size it will fit me like a glove ā and I donāt mean a floppy old gardening glove. I mean a sheer perfect latex sleeve that fits perfectly. Second I know it will be delivered discretely and swiftly. And finally, it will be a good quality Item I can be proud to be seen in.
Naturally they had exactly what I was looking for. So much more fun than a simple kilt, a little steampunky and at the same time elegant. The quality of this type of garment is far greater than you generally expect of CD clothes. I know it will last and I can feel good about wearing this lovely design. When it arrived a few days ago I was thrilled and I have struggled not to wear it every time I go out, because itās meant to be a surprise for Sylvester when heās at the competition. After all I want him to do his very best tossing his caber and get a high score. Being there to be supportive and get it up ā among the leaders ā will mean the world to him.
You should seriously think about using The Drag Queen Closet for your supplies, and sooner or later youāll be getting it up too!
Have a wonderful week,
Fiona
Become a Patron!Bounce your way to freedom.
I walked into Sylvesterās slightly messy workshop along with Ali, who had given me a ride down to the auto repair shop in his Smart Car. I must say itās a tight squeeze, even though weāre neither of us very large.
I wore a light cotton summer dress and some deck shoes. I offset the look with a necklace of white oversized beads and a matching bangle.
You probably know that Sylvester is something of an inventor. Heās always got one new thing on the go or another. That morning I glanced around at the busy workspace at shafts of metal, Sylvester feverishly fitting sleeves and flanges together, and what looked surprisingly like a disassembled pogo stick on the workbench.
āDare I ask,ā I said.
āItās a device that will revolutionize the life of anyone needing a prosthetic leg,ā replied Sylvester without looking up from what he was doing. āIt combines the length of stride of a tall man, with the spring action of a pogo stick. It will make speed walking easier,ā he paused and then added uncertainly, āand more exciting.ā
āAre you quite sure this is a good idea?ā I asked looking at the dubious collection of parts.
Ali looked about the place and then said, āI think I know this thing. Itās a monobouncyunipod.ā
Sylvester looked up at him in surprise and said, āI had no idea you were versed in the ways of advanced neo-prosthetic engineering.ā He seemed to suddenly have a new respect for Ali, my Syrian gardener.
āWhat,ā said Ali, a little affronted. āYou think we didnāt have pogo sticks in Syria before the war? We had many things. We had wonderful things,ā he continued, his eyes glazing over as he looked into the distance.
Ali continued, āMy next door neighbour, Sara, had one. Bounced around on it all day.ā He smiled to himself and then continued, āHer sister hurt herself and had to have part of her nose stitched back on.ā
āWell, I donāt think you can call it a āMonobouncyunipodā. It doesnāt exactly trip off the tongue. No one will buy it,ā I said.
Sylvester looked up from the workbench.
āNo, youāre right,ā he replied thoughtfully. āI shall call it āThe Unitardā!ā
āOh, yes,ā I said a little sardonically. āI can see it now. āBounce your way to one-legged freedom with The Unitard!ā. What could possibly go wrong?ā
And that brings me to this weeks exciting suggestions to help you crossdressing. The Unitard is a vastly under rated piece of clothing. And yet, for a crossdresser itās surprisingly adaptable.
Ideally you want something that covers the arms and legs, so any unshaved areas become a non-issue. Additionally it should be easy to wear, wash and combine with other clothes. Score, score and score.
A nice unitard, combined with a plain wrap around skirt is simple and striking. Whether you just want to lounge about or be more active, check out the unitards on my Pinterest and think about dialling them into your crossdressing wardrobe.
I am traveling a lot at the moment, so expect to see me popping up at unusual hours on the site.
I am working on some special content on my Patreon at present. There’s a level there called ‘Behind The Scenes With Fiona‘. This is a personal set of posts that reflect some of the unusual things I deal with on a day to day basis. It will be of interest to others who are also in a gender fluid place and dealing with the day to day challenges of life. Be sure to join my Patreon to enjoy some special exclusive content. It will start appearing toward the end of this week. I’d also love to see you join my Patreon as I am trying to build my numbers up there.
Have a wonderful week,
😊
Fiona
Become a Patron!A special thank you to my members.
Good morning from an icy Vancouver. Itās too cold to work in the garden today, so I am helping Ali, my Syrian gardener, with his understanding of English.
No, Ali,ā I said. āIce hole! The expression is āheās got his stick in my ice-holeā.ā
āOh, yes. I suppose that makes more sense,ā replied Ali. āAnd itās āstickā you say? I hadnāt thought of that.ā
āYes, it definitely is,ā I pointed out helpfully. āThe Canadian expression āHeās got his stick in my ice-holeā means someone is doing something wrong, probably stealing, from your property. Itās a metaphor. It refers to someone fishing in your ice hole.ā
āAh, yes. It makes sense now,ā agreed Ali. You know his English really isnāt as good as he thinks it is. āI see now why I was asked to leave meeting.ā
But that is not the main reason Iām writing to you. Today I published Part 60 of Clothes Maketh The Man, the iconic story of Andrea (or Andy) as they blunder from one disaster to the next on their crossdressing journey. This is free, but if youāre enjoying the story and are not already a member of my Patreon you can help me out by joining any level of my Patreon to help me stay productive. People certainly seem to enjoy the episodes and I am always pleased to get the lovely feed back I often do. You can join my Patreon for as little as $4.99 a month.
While I am on the subject of monetization, a quick and very sincere thank you to all my program members. Your contribution enables me to provide a lot of content free for those in our community that are less able to afford to contribute. I know itās very important to all of us to support our sisters, and my Program members play an important role in this respect. You can join any of my Programs either on Patreon or here ā http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs
Have a lovely week.
😊
Fiona
Become a Patron!Clothes Maketh The Man – Part 60.
I hurried over to the stables, my mind racing. What could Jennifer possibly have to do with these people?
When Iād seen my sisterās name on Mrs. Gravelyās blotter I had been shocked and confused, but thereād been that voice in my head, that told me that perhaps I was mistaken. After all, how could this situation, half a continent from San Francisco have anything to do with my sister?
Become a Patron!Do you ever feel like playing with yourself?
Hi,
Of all the busy bees in my life these days chief among them is my good friend and mechanic, Sylvester. I came into the living room just yesterday to find him on the floor with Sebastian, my personal trainer, saying āColonel Mustard, in the library with a ten-inch dildo.ā
āI beg your pardon,ā I said a little shocked.
āOh hello,ā said Sylvester. āWeāre playing Adult Clue (or Cludo if you are from The United Kingdom). Itās something Iāve adapted from the board game.ā
Sylvester can be quite a disturbing individual, and he really can be quite coarse at times.
āWell,ā I said, trying to be encouraging although I felt a little awkward, āIām glad to see youāre not letting your God given talents go to waste, Sylvester.ā
After a moment’s thought I added, “Perhaps you could think up some way to murder a new character – you could call her, oh, I don’t know… ‘Amanda’. Death by impaling, in the neighbors house, by the crossdresser.”
For those of you who don’t know, Amanda is my wife’s childhood friend, who has started a relationship with my next door neighbour, Marjory. This is a source of some annoyance, particularly as my wife is travelling at present.
I should tell you I enjoy competitive games enormously. I also play some role playing games. So many times I feel like Iām getting ahead and suddenly someoneās coming up behind me and a breathless struggle ensues. Itās all very exciting. Perhaps you know the feeling. Sometimes I get so excited, I just don’t know what comes over me! I guess it’s the cut and thrust – mostly the thrust – of putting oneself up against a fellow player.
I should also say that this week one of my friends who is a regular player got on a plane to work in New York for a couple of weeks, leaving me with no alternative but to play with myself.
That, however, is not the main reason I’m writing to you. I thought I’d write and tell you about the delightful Mollie Blake. She’s a talented writer who has recently had a piece featured on my website, and we’re expecting to see some interesting new episodes from soon. If you’ve not already read “The Dating Game“, this weekend is a great time to do so.
I should also draw special attention to Katia Thornwood’s writing, which is mostly in my Seahorse level which has been growing into a favorite among my members. Slipping into bed, and putting Katia on to read as you fall asleep is one sure way to end the night on a high note. Katia’s style is quite unique, and if you enjoy her rather strange view of the world.
For the many members who are asking about the Clothes Maketh The Man chapter list it can be found HERE. Well, you can see that the office here has been pretty busy bringing you the best of all things to do with Crossdressing. Have a wonderful week.
😊
Fiona
Become a Patron!Don’t forget our Pinterest.
What are you doing in the back of your truck?
I was explaining to Sylvester, āLove is a mysterious and tender feeling, Sylvester. Itās about giving, and sharing, and being sensitive to the person youāre doing it to in the back of your truck. You canāt judge others because of their romantic preferences.ā
āDonāt try to tell me about love!ā Said Sylvester.
āYou sound like an eighties song,ā I said and poured us both another cup of tea.
Sylvester was bemoaning one of his recent executive decisions. Running the local auto shop is quite demanding. Especially since he expanded into retailing tires. His most recent choice of new staff was proving more challenging than he had originally thought.
āWhen I hired him to manage the tire department he seemed so excited,ā he said.
āI imagine he did. And how did it come to your attention that he was a rubber fetishist and something of a celebrity in the local swinger scene?ā
āLurch printed out some of his website. He left them on my desk. Donāt ask me how Lurch found his site.ā
āOh!ā I said. āThat must have felt a bit āawkwardā.ā
Sylvester looked at me sideways.
āWell, I donāt think itās any of your business what he does in his spare time.ā
I picked up one of the printed pages Sylvester had put on my kitchen table and studied it for a moment, and then added, āAnd he appears to be rather good at it. Now, if heās happy in there surrounded by rubber then thatās all to the good.ā
Sylvester knew I was right.
āThere, there, Sylvester,ā I said to my crestfallen friend. āTake a lesson from the new guy and Iām sure youāll bounce right back.ā
At last, now that Sylvester had shut up I could tell him the gossip about Bernardās weird brother, Kevin having an affair with his wifeās twin sister. Funny story, but thatās not the main reason Iām writing to you tonight.
I thought I might mention to you that, aside from my Good Gurls program ($4.99 a month) and my Premium Program ($14.99 a month) and all the other fun programs I offer, I am also pleased to be able to help my members by steering you toward gender counsellor Jules. This is specifically for people who are struggling with gender issues. You can read more about Jules here.
Have a delightful week, and stop by the site and you may find me chatting with members.
😊
Fiona
Socks and Stockings.
I was so pleased to see a delivery arrive this morning with some new and colorful socks. As I’m wearing shorter skirts now, I am loving the fact that I can mix and match with some exciting new colors and textures covering my legs.
Here are a few ideas that have got me excited recently. I’m sure that slipping these on when you dress, or even under your usual clothes is sure to add a spring to your step.
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| Picking a beautiful pair of suspender pantyhose is a great choice for instant sex appeal, but also a low maintenance approach to swift dressing. These stockings will make your legs look spectacular and help you feel sexy and attractive in seconds, even if they’ve not been shaved in a while. | |
| Get colorful with these packs that offer variety and style. These are perfect to add a special sparkle to a new outfit, or revitalise an older one. Dare to be colorful and you’ll find you can reignite your look with ease. | |
| Don’t be afraid to explore the outer limits of good taste! Yes, sometimes it pays to get a little whacky. If you’re the sort of person who knows that if they’re not the wierdest person in the room, then you’re obviously in the wrong room, then you will have to have these great socks. Whether you wear them under your suit in the Funeral home where you work, or you just can’t resist them with a short skirt, then you know you’re on the right track as you pull these beauties on! |
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I’m not feeling myself this morning!
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Back to the rain.
I am back from Mexico. If you want more details, I have three words for you; āBehind The Scenesā. Yes, you can learn the details if youāre a member of my āBehind the Scenesā tier on Patreon.
So, with my freshly tanned shoulders wrapped up and standing beneath an umbrella held by Sylvester in one of his ham sized paws, you find me standing beside something thatās appeared in my back garden.
āBut what is it,ā I said to Ali, my gardener.
āYour Christmas present, and itās beautiful,ā he replied. āItās a sundial. My people have been using sundials to tell the time for 3000 years.ā
āYour people?ā I said.
āGardeners?ā asked Sylvester, looking confused.
āThose of us who come from the middle east,ā replied Ali. āPersians, Syrians. Us lot.ā
I sometimes feel that Aliās skills are wasted. He used to be a botany professor at Damascus University. And now he tends my garden. He seems happy though. Talking to Sylvester is a little like petting a monkey, for Ali.
āThank you, Ali,ā I said. āThatās a very kind thought.ā
I looked skyward and I could see Ali was reading my mind. Iāve just got back from a land of apparently endless sunshine, but the sky over Vancouver between the months of October to April resembles nothing so much as being inside Tupperware.
āI donāt think Iām getting rid of the kitchen clock, at least not before spring,ā I said. āBut it is beautiful. Youāre very kind.ā
āThree thousand years, youāve been using these?ā said Sylvester.
āWe should probably ask Amanda how it works,ā I said. āShe probably remembers the product launch party.ā
At this Sylvester gave me a sour look.
Ali looked at the cloud covered sky and then examined the numbers around itās base, and then said āI think it was 2.30, in Septemberā¦ā
Iām sure that when the sun comes out it will be a lovely centre piece to the East garden. Ali is so thoughtful. And Iām not one to look a gift camel in the mouth.
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Fiona
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I woke up today to a terrific banging.
I awoke this morning to a terrific banging. Now, I know what youāre thinking, but it wasnāt 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.
āI had a huge curry, last night,ā said Sylvester, āand I woke up to find weād had a terrific dump!ā
āGood morning, Sylvester,ā I said as the two of them stood on my snowy doorstep. āI assume youāre talking about this heavy snowfall.ā
āItās about 9 inches and I couldnāt get up the drive at all.ā
āCan we use your rear entrance, Fiona?ā said Sebastian. If I had a nickel for everytimeā¦
āWhy donāt you boys slip around the back of the house. Aliās very kindly cleared the lane. You should be able to park there without difficulty,ā 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 weāre working on some new ideas for the premium program. If youāre a member of this wonderful program youāll know how much fun we have with it. If youāre not, then think about jumping in!
Have a lovely day.
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Fiona
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