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Not One of the Guys

Attending Hamvention in 2012 was my third time doing it en femme, so I was still getting used to mixing with a crowd of civilians that was predominantly male.

Friday morning of Hamvention, I went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. There I met another board member and his wife, who I had not seen since the previous Hamvention a year earlier, so we hugged and caught up on the past year.



While I was eating and chatting, I noticed a group of guys at the next table checking me out. Finally, one of the guys got up and came to our table, excused himself and asked me, “Did you ever live in Annapolis?”



“No, I've never been in Annapolis, why do you ask?”



“You look just like the sister of a friend of mine from Annapolis. Sorry to bother you.”



“No problem.”

That was an auspicious way to start the day!



That evening was my group’s annual banquet. Arriving at the banquet hall to get the show on the road, some attendees (about 20) were already in attendance, so we needed to collect their tickets. While another board member manned the entrance to collect tickets from new arrivals, I volunteered to collect tickets from those already in attendance. Almost all of them were strangers and it was a very telling experience.



Most of the board members (all guys) have known me for 10 years or more. They call me by my femme name most of the time, flub pronouns some of the time and still treat me “like one of the guys” all of the time.



So there I am en femme decked out in a dress and peep-toe slingback 4-inch heels (see photo) collecting tickets from 20 strangers – almost all of them were male and they most definitely did not treat me like “one of the guys.” Instead, they were very polite and respectful and some of them were actually very cute in the way they interacted with me. They also got the pronouns right. I don't think I ever felt more womanly than I did when I collected the tickets.



After that experience, I became more aware of how strangers interacted with me during Hamvention. In general, woman smiled that smile which indicates that they acknowledge you as a member of their club. And men were overly polite. It became obvious that they thought I was a woman and not one of the guys.

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Pretty Christine

The Gift

By Paula Gaikowski (paula.gaikowski@gmail.com)

This Christmas season, I’m excited to share a special story with you. “The Gift” is a tale about a young boy named Paul, who finds himself trapped in a small-town theater during a blizzard. As he explores the stage, he discovers a magical dress that sparks a transformative journey.

Inspired by the classic tale of Ebenezer Scrooge, Paul is visited by a series of extraordinary figures from history: Chevalier d'Éon, Christine Jorgensen and Marsha P. Johnson. Through these encounters, Paul begins to understand himself and the world around him in a new light.

I hope this story brings you joy, wonder and a deeper understanding of the power of self-discovery.

Click here to read “The Gift.”

Please share your impressions with me!

Happy Holidays!

Love, Paula G

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Bogdan Kibalyuk femulating in the Russian television series Policeman from YouTube (Politseyskiy s YouTyuba).

The Power of Heels!

By Norah Blucher

Many times I have heard comments about women being “powerful” in heels or at least, feeling that way or the perception of it. 

“Is that true?” I thought. I surely do like heeled footwear; they throw me into a more feminine gait, make my legs look longer and just make me feel more feminine all around, but I never thought I felt “powerful” in them, until the other day.

The World Gone Mad

I was just recently on a bit of an extended trip for work. When I had some free time here and there, I ate, did some shopping or looked about wherever I was at. All en homme though. Being the holiday season, things are just crazy everywhere. People rushing about, crowds, long lines, the usual nonsense we see every December. When I worked retail, everyone wanted a bloody Furby. I’ve no idea what they want now.

At times it felt I was taking my life in my hands going out. No one stops when you go to cross the street; motorists seemingly try to run you over in a parking lot if they see an open spot near you. And pulling out onto a road, forget it. No one wants to let you out and you seemingly wait forever. Watch out for doors too, as some will let it slam you in the face as they act as though you are not even there! I get it that it is a busy and right stressful time of year, so I don’t think ill of people, but still.

I am venting just a bit though. Someone eventually lets you pull out, some motorists do let you cross the street and a dwindling number of kind souls will hold a door open. It just seems though that common courtesy is lacking for many as they navigate the world in their own bubble.

I was quite knackered at the end of this trip, but just had a long drive with no scheduled stops my last day, so I still resolved to travel home en femme. Along the way I planned to eat lunch with a friend and then go to one of those areas where there are strip malls with a lot of street crossing and driving around. So upon arrival, I held my breath as I exited the car, fully ready to test my agility dodging cars in heels.

Change Your Shoes and the World Changes with You

I’m not sure what happened. Perhaps I was getting a high off my perfume or maybe I was still in my hotel dreaming. Maybe I’m just more content as Norah and see the world more positively. Whatever the case was, the world suddenly changed.

I needed only to step to the curb and traffic stopped! Pulling onto a road, other cars would hold up and wave the blonde lady to pull out! Not just men either, as often happens, but women as well. I was finding them much more willing to cut a break for another female vs. a male.

The icing on the cake was when I pulled into a filling station. Parking next to a pump, I exited the car and began to walk toward the store about 20 feet away, when a chap who was about to leave suddenly stopped. He actually waited for me to cross the parking area and then held the door for me, waving me in with a smile!

Just for the record, I was not out dressed to the nines or looking particularly glamorous by any means. I wore a cowl neck sweater dress/tunic type thing that could be either or. If I was 10 or 20 years younger, I’d wear it with stockings as a Stana short dress. Now I paired it with thick fleece-lined legging and it was actually covering more than the oversize tunic sweaters I typically see many other women wear and I topped it all off with my hooded coat. Right comfortable for traveling, but hardly the height of fashion and I thought I looked very “holiday housewifey.” I did have on my heeled ankle boots though – was it the heels?

The Whole Package

The jury is still out for me, but in the end, I think heels are just a piece of the puzzle. There is certainly a visual appeal for sure, but I think it goes further and projects an air of confidence that does not go unnoticed. Perhaps, it sparks even some admiration, as I know many a GG who will not wear heels thinking them uncomfortable or who outright admit they cannot walk in them without killing themselves. LOL. And let’s face it, no one wearing heels is exactly practicing to be an assassin or ninja. The sharp click of a stiletto or the clop of a heeled boot is an auditory strobe light announcing “here I am” every step of the way. There certainly is a power in this.

I suppose if we wanted, we could achieve the same effect en homme. If we wore a three-piece Italian suit and walked around with our chests puffed out like a Mafioso bloke who owned the town, we would command attention as well, but it would be different. More a fear we might deck someone or provide cement shoes for the next person who looked at us cross-eyed or something. Not exactly the lady like image we desire.

The femme version is a more refined power for sure. Confidence entwined with grace and wrapped in a bow of mystery. Who is she? You can go more miles in a pair of sneakers, but what is the point of going far if you did not enjoy the journey now? Or look smashing as well! That, and you may just get run over in a pair of tennis shoes. Heels definitely make crosswalks much safer. LOL.

So loves, if you have a great story in heels, please share below or e-mail me at nblucher at-sign proton dot me.

Gynecomastia

Gynecomastia, the development of breast tissue in males, can be advantageous for male-to-female crossdressers as it provides a more natural and feminine appearance. This can enhance their confidence and comfort in presenting as female, reducing the need for external padding or prosthetics.

It also allows for a more seamless and authentic look, which can be particularly important for those who crossdress regularly or are transitioning. Embracing gynecomastia can help individuals feel more aligned with their gender identity and improve their overall sense of well-being.

I love the fact that my natural breasts fill a B cup. Even though many big girls like me are more generously endowed, I am happy with my modest-sized breasts because they are really me. On the other hand, my dupa is flat and for awhile now, I have been wearing padding to inflate my flat.

And so it goes.

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Boys can help Santa, too!

Stuff: Too Fat for My Skinny Jeans

By J.J. Atwell

Do You Like Skinny Jeans?

I find women’s skinny jeans to be a handy item of clothing when looking for something quick and easy to wear. I initially bought a pair of Gloria Vanderbilt Amanda jeans in size 12. They were comfortable and did a good job of disguising my hip/bum padding. Then I lost some weight and went down to a size 10. I felt great! With further effort I actually got down to a size 8. 

But….

Yes, you know there is a but coming. I haven’t been very careful with my diet and exercise lately. The other night I was getting dressed to go to a group meeting and wanted to wear my black skinny jeans. They would have been the right, casual vibe for the venue. Well, once I had my shapewear on and tugged on the jeans, you guessed it, I couldn’t get them zipped. Frustrating. 

Of course I didn’t keep the larger sizes, so I had to do a quick adjustment to some loose, light weight black slacks. That at least kept the outfit cohesive. But it serves as a good illustration of how different clothing sizes and fit are for men and women. 

Women’s Clothing Is Body-Conscious

I think we all know that women’s clothing is designed to flatter and show off our curves. Unless you buy clothes that are cut loosely, the difference between two sizes can be small. That means that a small change in weight can quickly put you in the next size. I bet that’s why some women have what they call “fat clothes.” They can wear them when their weight goes up and down. I guess I’ll have to do the same thing. Or I can go back to being serious about watching my diet and getting exercise. What do you think? Do you have “fat” clothes? 

I’ll Be Back

Hopefully, as a slimmer version of myself. I welcome comments and suggestions here on Stana’s page or by email at Jenn6nov at-sign gmail dot com. 

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Veit Alex

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Jonathan Deves, brother of controversial anti-trans Liberal candidate Katherine Deves, partied in a pink bikini and a blonde wig through the streets of Sydney.