Below is a picture of the coward who failed to investigate her death, Police Chief Yancey.
Wondering where the police were during this incident? Yes, so is everyone else. You can call the Owasso Police Department at 918-272-2244 to ask them. Hereâs their website â https://www.cityofowasso.com/161/Police-Department
When chatting online I often ask my CD members and friends what their femme name is. Most of us have one and as we develop this side of our personality we learn to treasure it. After all it is something we have given ourselves.
One of the reasons itâs important is that it gives us something on which to hang all the complexities of the identity weâve chosen. It gives âherâ personality. When we are first called our femme name it gives us a thrill, and each subsequent time itâs used it subtly nails home this part of ourself. Itâs a continual reinforcement of who we are.
Each email, each time a friend online and each time someone in our daily lives use this name we are further confirmed as who we really are. This is true whether you are just dressing now and then in private or out and working toward transition. In either case itâs an important part of us. For this reason I encourage all my members to select and use a positive name and give themselves to it.
Iâve even got a great hypnosis file to help reinforce the name. You can find it here – – https://fionadobson.com/your-feminine-identity-self-hypnosis/ – I suggest you use this self hypnosis file even if youâve been using your name for years. It will help you adopt the name as part of yourself.
For those who have yet to choose a name, hereâs a good way to do so. Think back to when you were in high school. Likely there was a girl there who you admired. There were some aspects of her character you liked, and youâd like to have today. Perhaps it was her winning smile, or the way she moved. Maybe it was her feisty attitude, or perhaps her depth and thoughtfulness. By choosing her name you are doing a few things. One is to honor the memory of this person, even if youâve never seen her since and never will. Youâre also affirming subconsciously your admiration of the characteristics that she exhibited. By using her name youâll find that you are quietly reminded of how good you can be. Your name will silently influence you to be a better person. A person you can admire.
While some people like a very Sissie name, like Trixie or Candie, these names communicate a rather different message. Yes, you can call them âstripperâ names. Well, chances are that if youâre using a name like that those are messages you are trying to communicate. Thereâs nothing remotely wrong with that, as long as thatâs the image you wish to present to the world. Personally I like to dress femme everyday, so whether I am in a client meeting at work or going to the sports centre I want my name to fit.
If I were introduced to a new client at a meeting as âTrixieâ they might think the entertainment had arrived. So, your name says a lot to the world in general and also to yourself. If youâre at a total loss to find the right name then hereâs a little trick. Take your year of birth, and then put it into a google search preceded by âpopular girls namesâ. Itâs likely that in the first four or five names there will be a name that feels right. Iâve helped many members with his and it usually works. Apart from anything else, if youâre 45 and stumble on a name that was never popular among people of your own age it will probably never feel quite right.
The first few times you use the name it will feel a little strange, but before long it will begin to feel right. If you sign up to a few mailing lists ( hereâs a good one â http://FionaDobson.com/my-programs) with this name and start getting used to seeing it in your inbox you will soon delight in it. When someone calls you by your new name you will find it a delight. And before long it will feel as natural as⊠well, as âFionaâ does for me.
There are a lot of takes around modern transphobia out there and they’re all very good, but I wanted to see if I could explore it from a different, more historical lens.
In conversation recently with a friend, they shared a story about a family member and it put me in mind of this clip. If you’ve not seen it before it’s a remarkable piece of advertising from J and B Scotch Whisky.
My goodness, if you could see whatâs going on outside my window. I can hardly believe is! Iâm standing here in my Christmas lingerie, and my heels, and quite shocked at what I can see going on out there!
Ali, my gardner has just told me, âItâs ok, Fiona. Itâs just Sylvester and Max jacking off in the flower beds.â
Now, I know you can imagine me standing here in my flowing red silk robe, mouth open in surprise. I am staring out at the snowy Montreal scene, and everybody seems to be having a wonderful time! Oh, perhaps you should even be here!
Let me explain. Iâm watching Sylvesterâs muscle bound arm pumping up and down and Max, my next door neighbours 20 year old son laughing – I think heâs licking his fingers â yes, heâs spilled some Baileyâs Irish Cream on his hand, or at least I think thatâs what it is. And Ali is watching, engrossed in the unfolding scene.
Theyâre laughing and very jolly, Sylvesterâs face red with exertion, and he has a look of deep concentration. Apparently, Aliâs Smart Car slid off the drive in the snow as he pulled into the icy driveway. It slid into the flower bed, and onto a rock in the rockery. Max and Sylvester were already at my place enjoying a Christmas eve drink, and now the three of them are working away to lift the little vehicle off the rock and manhandle it back onto the drive. What Christmas excitement!
I should hurry along! Amanda, the queen of tweed will be here soon, and Bernard is coming over. My wife, sadly is travelling. Sheâs a slave to her job! In the meantime, we are a fun gang, all hoping that Christmas will go with a bang!
I know Sebastian wants to show me his mince pies and sausage. He has been making so many delightful treats lately.
I hope you have a lovely Christmas! Have a wonderful holiday and remember, be careful if you are driving in the snow. Otherwise you too might find yourself licking Irish cream from your fingers after jacking off in someoneâs garden!
A healthy diet is essential for a great crossdressing look.
As the new year rolls into action I have been working with
Sebastian, my personal trainer, to tone and shape my body. He is a very helpful
young man, I must say.
I am determined that this year I will eat more healthily and reduce my carbon footprint in 2025. Perhaps a few less flights, and a few more vegetables are in order. Donât you think it is important to enjoy a healthy amount of fresh fruit in your diet?
Last night it was a delightful surprise to be invited to a cocktail party held by a friend of Sebastianâs sister, Rainbow. While Rainbow is a certified carrot crunching yoga hippie, some of her yoga clients are quite unusual people. It was pleasant to be invited to one of their parties at a very exclusive address and I was interested to see how it would work out. After all, it can be exhausting having parties with Sylvester, Ali and Amanda, that often disintegrate into mayhem and occasionally someone being tied up and abandoned naked in a public park at 3 am. I suppose this is what you get for associating with people who need to have their back shaved periodically â and thatâs just Amanda. How nice it would be to meet some people of quality.
By the time I had got dressed and ready I must say I really
did look quite spectacular, if a little overdressed. Nonetheless, itâs nice to
go over the top now and then.
Sebastian and I arrived and were shown into the ornate house
and met by Carina (thereâs always a Carina), Rainbowâs client. She swept up to
us looking spectacular in her little black cocktail number. She carried a tray loaded down with hors
d’oeuvre.
Sebastian introduced us and our hostess beamed an expensive
smile.
âWould you like a clam? Or perhaps a cocktail sausage?â she
asked. âOh, and which pronoun do you prefer, he, she or them?â
The tiny woman was almost vibrating with energy. I sensed
sheâd been doing a few too many yoga classes. She would likely benefit from a
nice cleansing turkey enema.
I looked at Carina quizzically, trying to decide whether she
was joking, and to see if her choice of hors dâoevre was somehow connected with
the pronouns question. At that moment Rainbow appeared, and gave her brother a
hug.
âHey,â said Sebastian smiling at her. âYou lookâŠâ
Sebastian was searching for words.
Carina chimed in cheerfully, âEarthy! Thatâs what I said!
Rainbow you look so very âearthyâ. I wish I was so brave,â she added.
Rainbow looked confused and replied, âBrave?â
âYes, I mean I would never have been so brave as to make my
own clothes. And wear them out,â said Carina. âFiona, would you like a drink? I
have a couple of special cocktails. Perhaps youâd like the carrot and Kale with
a shot of vodka. Or maybe the Orange and langoustine gin. You should try them.
I invented them myself.â
âWell, I am trying to eat and drink in a healthy way for the
new year. Perhaps the orange and langoustine
gin.â I glanced around the room at the very fashionable set of guests. The
ratio of chins to people was definitely on the low side. âAnd youâd better make
it a double. But do me a favor and hold the orange.â I paused a moment and then
said, âand the langoustines.â
Sebastian slipped off in search of a proper drink and headed
toward what looked like a bar, followed by Carina.
As she hurried off, Rainbow turned to me looking confused and
said, âDid she just say my clothes are worn out? I think Iâve been insulted,
but Iâm not sure.â
âOh,â I said, âYouâve been insulted. But I wouldnât worry
about it. Letâs drink the silly cowâs gin and go and get some poutine at The
Junction. Theyâve got a show on at 10.â
Sebastian reappeared at that moment and said that Carinaâs husband,
Nigel (it had to be), had offered him the most disgusting cocktail heâd ever tasted.
âItâs one part gin, one part coca cola and a teaspoon of
olive oil. He calls it an Exxon Valdez. I had it on the rocks, but it was so
disgusting I spilled it into that aquarium.â
Across the room there was a very expensive looking aquarium
that was looking a little the worse for having an Exxon Valdez poured into it.
Carina returned with our drinks and then went on to
circulate with some of the many other guests.
âI think itâs time to bounce,â I said to Sebastian and
Rainbow. Letâs go somewhere everyone knows our names.
I hope youâre getting the new year off to a wonderful start. If youâve not already singed up to my Patreon please join me at https://www.patreon.com/fionadobsonCD
Preparations for Christmas festivities are creating an air of expectation and excitement around Huckleberry Close this morning, and I couldnât help noticing that next door people seemed to be stopping by at my neighbor, Marjoryâs house looking at the rather imposing Christmas decorations in front of her house. A truly excited sense of seasonal cheer has developed in our little community.
The children have had their last day of school, and inspite of the unseasonably warm weather they are playing in the street and throwing snowballs at one another and laughing. Indeed the festivities this morning spilled over in a rather unusual incident worth recalling. It all started with Auntie Kittie rolling into my kitchen at 9 am, a little bleary eyed, looking for coffee and advice.
âFiona,â she said a little groggily. âI think I may be experiencing hallucinations.â
I did my best to calm her down, as she sat looking worried.
âI swear that Santa Claus in Marjoryâs garden just flashed me,â she groaned as she shakily took the coffee I offered her.
Not content to spread hate through her vitriolic claims that trans people want to take over the world, J.K. Rowling had a run at John Oliver recently.
Some time ago I made the suggestion that while we did love J.K’s Harry Potter series, we can show our disdain to her misguided and heartless attacks on the community by placing her books for sale on Craigslist and FB Marketplace, and then donating any proceeds directly to Trans organizations such as:
What a lovely time of year it is. Iâve been trying to think of the perfect present for Sylvester. Being a mechanic, and also a lover of dogs, it had crossed my mind that an adjustable spaniel might be just the thing, but I never give pets for Christmas.
As friends gather and feast their eyes on my mince pies, as I whip them out of the oven, and Sylvester dribbles cream over Amandaâs pudding, I can only conclude that I do love this time of year. Iâve just come back from Auntie Kittieâs up the road. Sheâs been entertaining a few of the neighbours in Huckleberry Close, and of course her lovely nephews and nieces. The young ones are all fascinated by her record player and her record collection.
âBut Auntie, itâs all hardware! Whereâs the app?â asked Gerald.
Itâs interesting watching them try to figure it out. To them, of course, it all seems archaic.
None the less, we all enjoy it when Auntie gets out her voluminous greatest hits and lets us play them. The music of the seventies and eighties is making such a come back.
We were playing Scrabble this afternoon, and when Gerald lay down W E T H E R, Amanda (who is the esteemed editor of Pig And Pig Farmer Weekly) commented, âThatâs the worst spell of weather Iâve seen in a long time.â
I thought that rather amusing.
But thatâs not the only reason I am writing. I had an email from Mildred in Colorado Springs. Sheâs been making her own facial scrub. Two tablespoons of honey, four tables spoons of oatmeal and a table spoon of ground almonds. Then go for a drive and stick your head out of the car window as you are passing a road gritting truck. She tells me it refreshing and invigorating.
My members are very helpful, as you can see.
As we progress into the Musk Presidency and his little fat sidekick Donald prepares move his toys into the White House, I am seeing increasing numbers of people join my Support Group. Itâs free and if you have concerns about the idiot recently elected you may find it of use. Certainly itâs somewhere to connect with other people who have concerns. You can find it here. https://fionadobson.com/you-can-now-join-our-online-support-group-for-us-based-trans-people-for-free/
Enjoy the weekend and get that last bit of Christmas shopping in if you can. I always buy a few random gifts to give to people in the office with a cryptic but knowing smile. It keeps people on their guard. A nice card to go with it saying something like, âI admire your courage!â confuses the hell out of them.
I am gradually moving more content over to my Patreon. Be sure to join if youâre enjoying my work. It is encouraging to me, and it really helps.
Just the place to jam the shaft of your pen in! Vice President Trump as President Musk’s pet toy poodle. A talking point for any polite dinner party! Just $17.97
Advice from a crossdressing Account Executive for the
company Christmas Party.
I am always pleased to help out my members and keep them on
the right track. With this in mind the following list of thoughts has been
compiled from the experiences and suggestions of some of my valued members.
It is no longer acceptable to sit on the photocopier during the Christmas Party photocopying your bum and handing out prints saying itâs another memo from the accounts department.
When sitting on the photocopier (see #1) do not make the mistake of scanning your bottom and posting it to the company Instagram Account.
Taking a co-worker to the Christmas Party does not count as a first date.
Donât sleep with Brenda, the head of Human Resources on the first date (see #3).
Line ups at the STD Clinic are generally shorter during the holiday period.
When asked what you were thinking (See #4), replying âEveryone else has,â is not considered a good reason.
Itâs no fun being on antibiotics through the Christmas period.
If you have Christmas Party suggestions please make a point of sharing them below.
Yes, itâs that time again. Sylvester is rushing about trying to get his Christmas shopping done. Auntie Kitties nephews and nieces are all dreaming of the big red faced stranger coming to their bedrooms in the night and emptying his sack on their beds. Itâs a magical time.
âWhat could be more perfect,â said Auntie Kittie as she sat in my kitchen and topped up her sherry, âthan having some of my nieces and nephews over before Christmas for a little party.â
Katia Thornwood looked up from where she was writing in her journal.
âA costume party. Thatâs what would be more perfect.â
Auntie Kittie looked startled for a moment and then said, âOf course!â
I poured myself some liquorice tea and said softly, âI do think Gerald would look lovely in a maids uniform. Such a sweet young thing.â
âThen thatâs what I shall do. In fact, I think all our members should slip into something silky and suitable for their Christmas celebrations,â said Auntie Kittie, reaching for another top up from the cooking sherry.
As you likely know I treat my body like a beautiful temple to the worship of whatever God may be up there. I am not inclined to let people put anything in it, and cut it up, without a damned good reason. And on that very subject, let me tell you something of the benefit of Licorice Tea. Hereâs a thing⊠It is a mild hormone blocker. Yeah. I have no doubt when the toilet inspectors of the GOP realise that there are many herbal aids to hormone blocking theyâll get their Y fronts in a twist about it â but just so you are aware, thereâs a few different way to skin that particular cat. I love Licorice Tea. How others use it is entirely their affair. ( https://www.sciencedirect.com/science/article/abs/pii/S089990072200140X ) So, licorice root, or tea or any other way of ingesting it safely, will reduce testosterone levels with regular use.
Over the next couple of weeks I am releasing my story, The Sweet Stench Of Revenge on my Patreon. If youâre not already a member you might want to think og being good to me for Christmas and sliding a nice firm membership into my stocking. You can use my âback doorâ for as little as $1 a month.
I am moving more content over to Patreon these days as they seem a better fit than once they were. If you do want to support me there you can do so using this button –
What a time of year this is. I am busy most evenings as we go toward Christmas. Tonight Iâll be scoring with the boys at the curling club. I do like to help them out when I can, and as you likely know I love to participate in team sports in Montreal.Sebastian and Sylvester like to go curling in the winter evenings, and have in the past occupied my wifeâs appalling friend, Amanda. I think they take her out of pity really. She joined a local curling team, âThe Invinciblesâ. Sadly sheâs unable to come to the rink anymore, since during last months team game her little group was knocked out in the semi final of the league matches, and she ended up in an altercation with the referee. She was escorted from the building after headbutting the referee, and has been asked to find another club.
Nonetheless, sheâs still on my Christmas list. Regrettably my wife is travelling building an orphanage in Guatemala this month. This leaves me to keep the aweful Amanda occupied. You can see my Christmas list HERE for some Christmas ideas, if you need them. In Amandaâs case I have ordered her a copy of a travel guide book to Molvania. With luck she will emigrate. If not, a walking tour of eastern Europeâs oldest nuclear facilities is something thatâs sure to bring a healthy glow to her.
Youâll see I also have a few ideas for presents for Sylvester, Bernard and the crew. I must say, since Bernard has been experiencing a few health issues this year he has become a little less social. He joined me for a glass of Baileyâs the other night and said heâs been seeing friends at his Arthritis support group all week. He said they got together and just clicked.
As I prepare for a wonderful Christmas Iâll be looking forward to messaging you from time to time. I have to tell you that I find this time of year lovely for experimenting with new clothing and a wonderful excuse for trying all sorts of new outfits. I hope you do, too!
Itâs going to be a fabulous holiday season, and the fun starts here. Step into Christmas in a pair of nylons and heels with me. Get it off to a good start by upgrading to Premium, if you havenât already. Then click on the video below and enjoy the sound of a Canadian icon, Bryan Adams. The montage is something I think youâll enjoy.
Fiona
The only way to listen to this is with the volume jacked up so high your neighbors complain. Enjoy Bryan Adams. What’s your look for the New Year? What inspires your crossdressing? Be sure to share your stories on http://FionaDobson.com.
What a busy week itâs been. I should offer a little clarity on something before I go any further, relating to one of my valued members. As you likely know, I am always keen to help my members with helpful advice. Mildred, of Colorado Springs, recently asked me how she might stop her puppy from chasing the postman when he comes by delivering some of her online orders. I suggested she should have him neutered and things will immediately get much better. I suppose in retrospect I should have explained more clearly that I meant the dog. I should also apologise to George Reynolds of Colorado Springs, or Georgina as they’re now known.
âWhere on earth am I going to get my hands on a pair of 44DD breasts in a hurry?â I asked Sylvester.
âDonât look at me,â said the diminutive Rainbow, as she settled down on my right hand beside me at my desk and looked at some of the websites I was browsing. She had just dropped in having led a yoga class at the community centre down the road. She was quite hoarse from a surfeit of omming.
âAmanda may be able to help you there,â mused Sylvester.
âReally, Sylvester,â I said. âYou can be quite course at times. You know very well what Iâm talking about. My car was broken into the other day and someone got rather more than they bargained for. The backpack they took carried my magnificent pocket bra and large breasts, a gift from a friend some years ago.â
I do think fondly of those breasts. Catching sight of my reflection for the first time with the curves I should have been born with was breathtaking. Itâs quite a remarkable feeling when one does first put on such a magnificent accessory, and then marches down the street like a battle ship bringing a pair of 16 inch guns to bare on passers by. At first the thought is unmistakably how magnificent they look, but soon one becomes aware that itâs so much more than that. Itâs the wonderful feeling that this is how one should look, but for an accident of chromosomes. It just feels so very natural and right.
I quickly went to my friends at The Drag Queen Closet (where I know I can always find great products at sensible prices) and found just what I was looking for. Whether youâre a first time buyer or familiar with drag supplies and crossdressing products, you can rely on them to steer you right. Itâs such a relief to know Iâll be stepping out to my Christmas events looking my best. If youâre looking for something special, and have an eye for quality you should check them out for that special gift for yourself.
I would like to pass on the very best of Christmas wishes from the team at The Drag Queen Closet to my members and friends who love to enjoy crossdressing, drag and gender fluidity. They really are supportive to us and share our ideals in finding a gentler more feminine world in the year ahead. I know they send their very best to all of us at the end of a year which has tested us, but one in which we emerge still strong, still standing, and putting our best foot forward (in spectacular heels) for 2025.
Have a lovely week. Drop by the site as I will be on during the day and early evening chatting with members throughout the Christmas period. Don’t forget the Fiona Dobson Playlist to help keep your holiday season upbeat. By the way, below is a George Michael classic from the playlist. George used to be my first wife’s laundry guy. Yeah! He worked in a cleaners in Finchley, in London, when he was a teenager. True story.
Fiona.
PS. Feeling a little disconnected or alone at Christmas? There’s no need to. Join my Whatsapp Group and connect with some of my members immediately.
Why hello there! I’m Leah, and I’m here to cover the news, cultural trends and politics from a progressive point of view, with a particular focus on lgbtqia issues. Today we are discussing some stuff that is rather serious in regards to surviving the next 4 years.
Can you imagine, Sylvester, my resident Neanderthal, still has a home phone. Sebastian was curious about this, thinking it an upgrade to a cell phone, being chained to the wall so no one would steal it. I had to explain that this is what people had in their caves before cell phones.
In some ways Sylvester is a throwback to an earlier time. Perhaps this snippet of conversation will help you understand. We were chatting while I was moisturizing and pulling on some yoga pants in preparation of Sebastian coming over to do a yoga class with me this very morning.
âLook at this rain,â he said looking out of my bedroom window. âI want to go to Spain!â
âHow lovely! Such a magical country,â I replied as I applied the coconut oil to my face.
âWhereâs the best travel agent?â he asked.
âDo we still have those,â I said.
âThere must be one somewhere,â he insisted.
âPerhaps you should look online,â I suggested. âI think thereâs one in the main street though, just beside the dog groomers, which reminds me, I should get Hannibalâs toes done.â
âThe place next to the Korean take away?â he chimed in.
âYes, the other side of that new spa place. You know, the one with the fish that chew your feet. I donât really get that whole thing myself, but apparently itâs good.â
âI know the place,â said Sylvester. âBy the sushi restaurant.â
Conversations with Sylvester are never simple.
âWhy particularly do you want to go to Spain,â I asked.
âOh, they have this amazing event in Pamplona in July. They have all these bulls and they let them out in the street,â he said. âLots of people take part.â
âI think Iâve heard of it,â I cut in.
âYes, Iâve always wanted to participate in the catching of the bulls,â said Sylvester.
I thought Iâd better end the conversation there. Sebastian was just arriving. I pulled on a loose fitting tee shirt and told Sylvester to run along while I let Sebastian stretch me.
As you may know I am transitioning more of my content onto Patreon. If you feel like supporting me as we move toward Christmas you can do so for as little as $1 a month by using âmy back doorâ on Patreon.
I was sitting with Sylvester in his workshop just the other morning, listening to how one of his customers had split his rim, when my dear friend Nikita happened to come into his auto shop. I have no idea what that is or how one does it, but I did my best to look interested as Sylvester worked on the wheel of a vehicle that had just come in.
“Nikita!” I said, excited to see her. “I barely recognised you without your horn in your hand!”
I should point out that Nikita is a talented musician. She began her transition some years ago and now enjoys life as the woman she is mean to be.
The reason I mention this is that, as someone who transitioned at 62, her story is one that I know many of my members will find of interest. Nikita has just released her new book and I include a link below and encourage my members to reach out for it.
In “Both Sides of the Great Divide,” 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
The helicopter raced over the flat landscape in a roar of sound and dust. As we moved fast and low I glanced at my traveling companion.
He was indeed handsome but as I studied him a little more closely I began to realize that those rugged good looks could equally be described as hardened. There was doubtless a curl to his lip that could be described as âcallousâ, beneath that coal black mustache. I took a moment to adjust and reframe him as kidnapper rather than rescuer. To have thought him a saviour, only to find he was just my next captor was to be lifted and given hope, and then to have it cruelly taken away.
Regardless I was no longer being fed like a dog nor chained to a wall in the hot Texas sun. My companion handed me a bottle of water from his pack. Things were looking up.
Trans Passions is an ongoing project where Jai Sallay-Carrington, a Canadian trans-non-binary ceramic artist, is sculpting transgender people as their passions in life. The intention is to showcase trans joy, as often trans bodies are only represented within the discourse of only being trans. While transitioning is an important aspect of being trans, the goal of this project is to show the passions and lives that trans people hold as being as unique and diverse as each person is.
Jules and Jai talk about a journey spanning genders and how the artist experiences and witnesses the process.
