Happy Birthday, Jack Lemmon

Actors Tony Curtis and Jack Lemmon femulating in the 1958 film Some Like It Hot.

 

Wearing Alexia Admor.

Thoughts for Thursday

Thank you all very much for your congratulations and compliments regarding the seventh anniversary of this blog.

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Ian commented, "Now for something I’ve been curious about for quite some time: ‘The Femulated’ contains documented shots of various femulators en femme. I get that –and enjoy them. What I don’t get, though, is the title. The way my brain works is such that when I see the words ‘The Femulated’, I expect to see shots of women who’ve been the object of our femulations."

It never occurred to me; Ian has a good point. I think the title can be taken either way, that is, it refers to males who femulated or as Ian suggested, it refers to females who males emulate (or femulate).

To avoid the confusion, I am changing the title to "He Femulated," which I think complements nicely with "Femulate Her."

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I turned on my iPhone this morning to find a blizzard warning from Accuweather! My neck of the woods may get up to 18 inches of snow between midnight tonight and mid-afternoon Saturday.

That kind of puts the kabosh on my plans to attend the LGBT Valentine's Dance on Saturday evening.

There is talk that if the weather turns out to be as bad as the forecast, the governor will shut down the state roads, which may cause the dance to be postponed to another day.

We'll have to wait and see.

Happy Birthday, Eddie Izzard

Actor/comedian Eddie Izzard (center) femulates with Monty Python Flying Circus femulators Michael Palin, Terry Gilliam, John Cleese, and Terry Jones, 1999.

 

Wearing Jay Godfrey.

The Seven Year Itch

Today marks the seventh anniversary of this blog!

Seven years ago, the blog had 35 hits. These days it averages about 5,300 hits and the total hit counter is fast approaching 7 million.

The popularity of Femulate is very gratifying, but after seven years, I occasionally get the itch to pull the plug and take a break. Then I would not have to worry about posting something new each day. Actually, I would not have to worry about posting four new things each day: The Femulated and Femulate Her images, the blog text and an image to accompany the text. 

What keeps me going are the positive e-mails I receive about the blog especially those e-mails that thank me for inspiring someone to get out of the closet and experience society as the woman they really are.

Those success stories fulfill the goal of this blog and I like that! So keep those e-mails coming and I will do my part.

Happy 7th Anniversary, Femulate

Femulating Stana observes 7 years of blogging Femulate.

 

Wearing Julian Taylor.

Videos You Must See

Two must-see transgender videos came my way in the last 24 hours.

Thanks to Juan over at New Male Fashions for the Alternative Man, I viewed a new music video, Push the Button by Alon Ben Ziv, featuring the gender ambiguous Stav Strashko. Click here to take you to Juan's blog where you can view it. You will be amazed and probably confused!

The other video comes by way of India and it is a promo for a DVD of Aravani Girl, an award-winning film that documents the lives of five Indian teenage boys who have decided to change their sex. The promo sold me and I think it might convince you to buy the DVD, too. Click here to view the video.

Have a Terrific Trans Tuesday!

Singer Bruno Mars (center) and comedian Bobby Moynihan (right) femulating on television’s Saturday Night Live, 2012.

 

Wearing Casual Couture.

Mother of the Bride

 

Today, I return to addressing the questions and suggestions readers sent me in response to my call for topics that readers would like me to write about or expand upon.

Ron wrote, "Regarding your lunch outing: what you can do for details of the outing is important to us. Things like color of nails, lipstick color; how often during your lunch did you freshen up your make up. How did it feel as a woman having lunch with your boss? Did you notice her pupils; did they expand in your presence? How exactly did you feel (reality check) en femme out and about; any real feelings of doubt or feelings of desire for a close GG to share your adventures with. Have you ever thought about a wedding dress theme?"

My nails are Kiss pre-glued stick-on nails, which are pink with a white French tip. They look so good that everyone who comments on them believes they are real.

My lipstick color was raspberry and my lip liner color was brick.

I did not freshen my makeup during lunch, but I did freshen it in my car before I met up with my editor.

My editor is not my boss, she is my editor. I have dined with her a few times in the past and it is always a great experience dining with a genetic girl (GG). She passes very well (she is very pretty) and by association, that helps me to pass. The restaurant staff treated us like ladies and referred to us as ladies.

I did not notice my editor's pupils expand, but it was not the first time she has seen Stana, so it was nothing new to her (except for my new hair color).

Reality check: when I am out en femme, it is the most natural way to be for me. I used to have a lot of doubts about going out in the past, but seldom have any negative thoughts today. And as far as the desire for a close GG to share my adventures, it is nice to have any company, GG or otherwise, when I am out (I especially hate eating alone).

Regarding a wedding dress theme, the next time I get married, I plan to wear a gown. Kidding aside, I'd love to try on wedding gowns, but have never done it and I think I am too old to do it now. Mother of the bride would be more appropriate!

Happy Birthday Alice Cooper

Comedian Will Forte (left) femulates on television’s 30 Rock, 2012.

 

Wearing MSK.

Flying High With Dianne

I recently received the following e-mail from my friend Dianne, who graciously gave me permission to share her words with you.

Hey Stana,

I find it a very slippery slope as I definitely need to spend more en femme time and the more I go en femme the more I need to! In October, I pushed the envelope quite a bit and the opportunity presented itself for me to spend the majority of my 3-week trip to the US (with exception of 5 days) en femme! and it was Heaven!

I was really pleasantly surprised as to how much more fun some things areen femme  and also as to how well one actually passes if you have enough confidence and a good voice and mannerisms. I did quite a lot of travelling and was amazed how it all went without incident and nowhere did I have any trouble getting on a plane, renting a car or checking into a hotel as Dianne, despite only having my male ID.

I was in the DC, NJ and NY area for a week, then flew from Baltimore to Atlanta, Spent the week there and flew to PTown and a week later back to Atlanta again, all en femme! The flight from Baltimore to Atlanta was actually quite special as the plane had to wait on the taxiway for an hour to get a take-off slot. I was upgraded to business class and there was a GG (genetic girl) sitting next to me who was going to Atlanta for the first time. She and hubby were planning to move there, so she really wanted to know a lot about Atlanta, like which areas to live in and was really pleased to meet someone who lived in Atlanta!

At first I was a little worried that she might read me, her being in her 30's, but later I was really so impressed with the fact that she did not despite the fact that she sat next to me for three hours on the plane and we chatted so much. As we got off the plane in Atlanta, I could see she was still convinced I was a GG and never had that deer in the headlight look at any stage!

I still cannot believe it was such an amazing feeling to be able to pass so well there and it really did a lot for my confidence.

Did you also find yourself getting to a stage where you are almost thinking where's a place or situation I have not been en femme and then go there en femme. (Most definitely, yes! - Stana) And afterwards I feel so happy that it seems I am actually able to be en femme full-time and literally go anywhere anytime en femme without fear, just like a GG... I guess maybe the ultimate "femulation" experience.

Regards,

Dianne

The Music Died Today

Aunty Marlena alerted me about a womanless pageant held in Alabama in November. Photos of the event are on SmugMug.

 

Wearing Alice + Olivia.

Makeover Your Eyebrows

If you are a regular reader here, you know I have a thing about eyebrows.

Of all the makeup skills, doing my eyebrows correctly was the last one I conquered. Actually, I have not completely vanquished my eyebrow issues yet, but there is light at the end of the tunnel.

With that, I point you to another useful article on the subject from Daily Makeover.

By the way, I have not completed answering all your questions and addressing all your suggestions that were the result of my call for your input last week. I just thought a break in the action was called for and I will return to your questions and suggestions real soon now.

Happy Groundhog Day (the movie, not the day)

Actor Lee Pace (center) femulating in the 2003 film Soldier’s Girl.

 

Wearing Moschino.

Woman of Manners

Today, I carry on answering the questions and responding to the suggestions readers sent me after my call for topics that readers would like me to write about or expand upon.

Leann wrote, "One of the challenges of going out en femme and blending in as best we can, is to adopt feminine mannerisms. If you are aiming to use your fine examples of going out and about, maybe a word about re-socializing your self to the feminine might be useful."

I have feminine mannerisms in boy mode, which got me trouble with non-feminine males in my youth and beyond. My feminine mannerisms were not something I put on. My mother raised me, while my father was absent much of the time I was growing up (Dad worked two jobs and as much overtime as possible to make ends meet). Lacking a male model, I took after my mother in a lot of ways, so when I began femulating, my feminine mannerisms fit perfectly.

My most prominent feminine mannerisms were the way I walked, talked, and gestured.

I walked like a girl, which explains why I had no trouble walking in high heels from the get-go. After my mother's frequent comments that I walked like a girl ("I walk the way you taught me, Mom"), I had to learn how to walk like a boy, but I never forgot how to walk like a girl.

I also talked like a girl. I am very soft-spoken. I use words and phrases in ways that are typically female. And when I talk, I gesture with my hands in a very feminine manner often touching the other person I am conversing with. (That last one really freaks me out when I am in boy mode and touch somebody. I do it unconsciously and after I do it, I worry about a negative reaction from the other person, but so far I have been lucky and no one has called me on it.)

So I had all those things going for me as a budding femulator. On the other hand...

Although I walked like a woman, I did not move like a woman. I had to learn how to lower my center of gravity and to glide rather than stomp and to swing my arms gently rather than having stiff arms when I walked.   

Although I talked like a woman, I did not sound like a woman and I had to work on my voice as I explained on Monday.

My hand gestures were right on, but I had to learn other mannerisms, for example, to sit like a woman, to smooth my skirt under my tush when I sat down, to keep my knees together while sitting, to tilt my head slightly, etc.

Practice makes perfect and some of the mannerisms I had to learn are natural to me now, whereas some others I have to consciously think about.

Farewell, Patty Andrews

Professional femulator Tommy Dee (left) joins two other professional femulators on stage, circa 1950.

 

Wearing Moschino.

It is hard work being a woman every day

I continue addressing the questions and suggestions readers sent me in response to my call for topics that they would like me to write about or expand upon.

Diane Leonard of TG Captions fame wrote, "You always talk about how often you go out, that you don't like men, that you are married, but you never mention how your wife deals/handles your girl side, does she participate, etc."

You may have misinterpreted something I wrote or I did not write something clearly. In either case, I don't dislike men. Some of my best friends are men. I am not a big fan of machismo and don't like men who act macho, but in general, I get along with guys. And without guys, there would be no such thing as femulation!

My wife is a saint.

She has little interest in my "girl side" except for my excellent fashion sense. Years ago, she attended one support group meeting and one support group banquet with me en femme and that has been the extent of her participation with Stana.

She realizes that Stana is real and she does not interfere with my need to be Stana. I appreciate that and as a result, I don't live 24/7 as a woman and only femulate once or twice per month.

Shelle asked, "I would like to know how you feel your experiences out en femme differ from someone like me who is transgendered and lives 24/7 as a woman."

I have lived 24/7 as a woman for short extended periods of time.

One difference between those extended 24/7 experiences versus "a day out en femme" is that during a 24/7 experiences, a lot that is special about being a woman during a day out en femme becomes routine over an extended period of time.

It is hard work being a woman every day and I am not sure most guys are up to it, but I would love to try it for a long extended period of time... like maybe the next 40 years.

Happy Backwards Day

Model Andrej Pejić (center) femulating in Paris last week.

 

Wearing Versace.

Why are you looking at me?

Today, I continue addressing the questions and suggestions readers sent me in response to my call for topics that they would like me to write about or expand upon.

Joan Elizabeth Barette suggested, "I think something that would be welcomed would be if you editorialized on what your perceptions were of a particular femulated day and the interactions with others in greater detail. What do you perceive they perceive of that moment? Speculation can be so much fun!"

In past days out en femme, I tried to read the minds of everyone I encountered. I'd think, "Why did she smile at me?" or "Why is he staring at me?" or "Why did she glance at me?"

On those occasions in which I had to speak with a civilian, I often outed myself. I'd say, "You know I'm trans" or "I do drag" or "Normally, I don't dress like this."

And if I could manage it, I would avoid encounters with people altogether.

I stopped trying to read everyone's mind because I was bad at it. More than once, when I had to speak with someone (like a salesperson) and I assumed they had read me, I would out myself only to discover that they had no clue and were surprised at my revelation.

And I stopped outing myself. What the heck was I thinking when I was outing myself? 

I still wonder what the people I speak with think about me. But I seldom wonder about the people that just pass by. It would just slow me down trying to figure out what everyone was thinking.

For example, walking through the mall last week, I probably passed a couple of hundred people, but most of them were just a blur to me. I paid little or no attention to them and as a result, I am not aware if they paid any attention to me.

I did notice a few women who smiled and/or said "Hello" as they passed by, as well as a couple of guys who were checking me out the way guys check out women. In both cases, it was an affirmation of my presentation as a woman and it made me feel wonderful.

When I entered DressBarn, one of the saleswomen greeted me, but they greet everyone who enters the store, so that indicated nothing. Later, I had to ask that same saleswoman to open a dressing room for me so I could try on the dresses I found and she did so without blinking an eye.

When I paid for the dresses, the same saleswoman handled the transaction. When they ring you up at DressBarn, they ask for your phone number and it reveals who you are. My wife and I both have accounts at DressBarn, so in the past, I have been asked if I was my wife or me when I gave them my phone number.

Last week, the saleswoman, did not ask and proceeded to ring up my order. Either she perceived me to be a woman and rang me up using my wife's account or she did not care. She was pleasant throughout the transaction and we even small-talked about the weather. So, who knows how she perceived me.

And that is typical for my days out en femme.

Happy Birthday, Popeye Doyle

Actor Gene Hackman femulating in the 1996 film The Birdcage.

 

Wearing Zimmermann.

Killing Two Birds With One Dress

 

Today, I continue addressing the questions and suggestions you readers sent me in response to my call for topics that you would like me to write about or expand upon.

Peter Lappin of Male Pattern Boldness fame wrote, "Stana, you often describe your clothes shopping excursions and I'm wondering two things:

"1) Is the shopping more about being out and about in public en femme than it is about buying new clothes (since you could have dresses made and would have not of the challenges of finding dresses or coats with long enough sleeves)?

"2) Where would you most like to be able to go en femme other than shopping: e.g., work on a daily basis, on vacation (other than P-town), no place in particular?"

I seldom shop unless I am dressed en femme to do something else. For example, last week, my main reason for dressing en femme was to meet my editor for lunch and tour the facilities. Other times, I may be doing outreach or dining with friends.

Since I get out en femme less often than I 'd like, I try to kill two birds with one stone and take advantage of being able to try on clothes en femme rather than in boy mode or the often less than satisfactory shopping online.

If I could, I would dress en femme 24/7, that is, I would live as a woman the rest of my life. Since I cannot do that, I dress en femme whenever I can; almost anything I do that does not involve my family, I try to do en femme.

About the Photo

This is a trick that I learned from a genetic girl friend named Jodie: Take a photo of yourself trying on clothes to get a better idea of how the clothes look on you. Sometimes you might miss something if you just depend on how you see yourself in the mirror. In this case, I did not buy the tunic at Macy’s because when I looked at the photo, I realized it was not short enough!