Three – One to climb the ladder to change the light bulb, one to hold the ladder, and one to photograph the event.
Whenever I am out en femme, I bug people – friends, acquaintances and strangers alike to take my photo. My excuse is “to feed the blog.”
You readers want to see photos of girls like us out doing things in public like girls like them, so my reason for getting photographed is legitimate. But that is only part of it; there are other reasons.
I like to see how I look in the photograph. Does the outfit I put together look good together or did I err grievously in my fashion judgment?
Do I pass as a woman? If I pass at least in the photograph that increases my chances of passing in public.
And when I am not en femme, I like to have a photo on hand of myself en femme to remind me of the good days. That is why I have a photo on my desk at work of myself en femme at work on Halloween.
(It is funny how nobody has ever commented about the photo on my desk at work. Frequently visitors to my cubicle will look over my shoulder at that photo which sits on the desk behind me, but no one has ever said a word. I wish I could read their minds.)
Femulator extraordinaire Vincent McDoom.
Wearing Madeleine.
You look fantastic, no question about it!
ReplyDeleteYou have perfectly described how I feel about getting my photos taken. I have a thought though: when I first started going out en femme, as liberating as it was, I really really didn't enjoy getting my pictures taken, but now, many years later, I am the complete opposite. I wonder if it has to do with being more confident about my own appearance, or if I'm just letting my inner diva out... Have you gone through such a phase yourself?
ReplyDeleteIf I only saw the photos and hadn't read the text, I would have thought, oh, a fashion blog by a glamorous woman with lovely taste.
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