It was a wee bit too warm to walk the full distance during lunch today, so I had some time to finish updating, revising, and annotating the Famous Females of Height List.
If I missed anything, especially regarding the annotations, please let me know.
Before I could respond to her invitation, I woke up.
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I have not talked about my dreams in awhile. If you recall, I seldom remembered my dreams, but the ones I did remember were always trans-related.
That has changed.
I read how-to articles about improving one’s ability to remember dreams. As a result, most mornings I now know what I dreamed about the night before.
What is interesting is that I no longer have dreams in which I crossdress, rather my dream themes are random everyday occurrences that anyone may encounter. The only difference is that I am now a woman full-time in my dreams experiencing those random everyday occurrences.
How I became a woman is never given a thought; I am fully accepted as a woman in my dream world.
Sigh.
There were 313 votes; 91 Yes votes and 222 No votes (29% and 70%, respectively).
I was surprised at the results; I expected fewer Yes votes. Less than one-third of the respondents said they attended a religious service en femme, but I expected maybe 10% because the trans crowds I hang out with don't talk much about the subject. There are a few exceptions, but the vast majority are mum on the topic and that silent majority was the cause of my low expectations.
So begins Gala Darling's great article from The Huffington Post. I highly recommend this article to all of you who are serious about femulating, especially if you are taking your femulations out to the streets.
Being a fashionista for a number of decades (that I prefer not to count), I found that I already follow some of Ms. Darling's suggestions. For example, I always take photos of my outfits, as she recommends, "Then take a series of pictures: front, back & side are most helpful when it comes to assessing how you look. (So few of us know what we look like from the back! This can be a total revelation, if a bit horrifying the first couple of times!)"
I do take photos, but I never thought to take photos from the "back & side," which makes perfect sense. After all, other people are just as likely to see me (and you) from the side or back as they are from the front.
Again, I highly recommend reading Ms. Darling's article, which is posted here.
I am still annotating the Famous Females of Height List. I completed all but the 5'10 and 5'11" sub-lists.
The majority of the annotations are like those below, that is, name, profession, and name of film or television show if they're an actress. Some of the annotations are longer and those usually refer to the famous female's connection with femulation. (If I missed any, please let me know.)
In the meantime, I have some additions to the list including a pair of tennis players, a trio of actresses, and a bevy of fashion models from the past.
I don't know how I missed the models; I was infatuated with Suzy Parker and one of my school roommates was infatuated with Cheryl Tiegs. So infatuated that we both obtained autographed photos of our infatuations; my roommate, by sending a fan mail to Ms. Tiegs and I, by purchasing an autographed photo of Ms. Parker online.
Here are the additions from the shortest to the tallest of the tall:
5'8" – Marisa Berenson – model
5'8" – Chelsea Noble – actress – television, Seinfeld ("The English Patient")
5'9" – Rosamund Pike – actress – film, Barney's Version
5'10" – Suzy Parker – (photo above) model, actress – film, Kiss Them for Me, television, Twilight Zone ("Number 12 Looks Just Like You"); Parker was the first "supermodel" according to various pundits.
5'10" – Jean Shrimpton – model
5'10" – Cheryl Tiegs – model
5'10" – Wilhelmina – model
5'11 – Victoria Azarenka – tennis player from Belarus
5'11 – Petra Kvitova – tennis player from Czech Republic
6'1" – Veruschka – model
One more thing: I believe one of you e-mailed me about the two tennis players listed above, but I cannot find that e-mail now, so I don't know who to thank as their source. Thank you nevertheless.
Japanese fashion model, game presenter, and cosplayer, Kayo Sato (a.k.a. Kayo Police), revealed her true gender... she is really a male.
"Kayo says that she is all natural, so she didn’t get plastic surgery to look like she does, and she owes much of her success to her talent in applying make-up."
You can read all about it at Tokyohive.
Wow!
(Thank you, Jones, for the news about Miss Kayo.)
I found this 1918 reproduction of a print on eBay. Its description does not indicate its original source. I am guessing it is from a newspaper or magazine.
The upper caption reads, "This is no other than A. W. Peters, American jackie* impersonator, as he appears when working for Uncle Sam."
The lower caption reads, "But here he is gowned and powdered to amuse the boys when duty is less pressing than pleasure."
I was never in the military, so I am clueless about military life.
Were female impersonators common in the military?
Did the military encourage female impersonation to "to amuse the boys when duty is less pressing than pleasure?"
This is just one example of crossdressing in uniform. I have hundreds of others and I always wondered what the heck was going on!
* I looked up "jackie" and found only one definition (in the Urban Dictionary) that made sense. It refers to a "beautiful girl."
One of the primary goals for writing this blog is to encourage my trans sisters to get out of the closet and go out in public amongst the other beautiful women who populate our world.
I occasionally receive e-mails from my trans sisters that my efforts are having some success. Over the weekend, I received the following story that I want to share with you.
Stana it's been about a year since the last time I e-mailed you. I have been so impressed with the way you handle yourself in public, I decided to take a chance.
My wife left for a two-week stay with her sister.
One of our close friends, a very beautiful women and very close friend of my wife, started talking on the phone the night my wife flew out. One conversation led to another and before you know it, we were talking about how comfortable I was to talk to almost like girl-to-girl.
She had been drinking wine and started telling me her fantasy about me. She has always admired my sexy shapely legs and wanted to see them clad in seamed stockings and stiletto heels, leather skirt, lace top. She stopped and said to me that she really wanted to dress me up to the nines the next evening.
She is a clothes horse and loves everything feminine. I never told her about my occasional dressing alone when my wife is gone. The interaction that took place over the next few minutes set the ground work for the next day and a Sunday afternoon of wine tasting.
Saturday morning, I shaved down completely and crossdressed under my jeans and short. The underdressing was in case my neighbors saw me leave the house.
I did my make-up, which totally surprised her when I arrived at her home. I had my clothes, shoes, and wig in the back seat of the car. Once at her house, the transformation only took an hour, exactly what she fantasized about, seamed nude stockings, black leather pencil skirt, 4-inch black pumps, gold ankle bracelet, red lace top, black belt, and black leather jacket. She did my make-up and styled my blond shoulder length wig. Revlon glue-on red nails, and eyelashes.
She was turned on and totally supportive about what we were doing. She had made reservations at a local bistro for dinner and drinks. It was absolutely amazing!! My first time out in public with a beautiful genetic woman as a well put-together crossdresser.
My God! Did we get the looks! Matter of fact, midway through the dinner, our waiter brought us wine care of a group of admiring businessmen.
She told me to dangle my shoe under the table and watch the looks we would get. Very interesting. Occasionally, I would follow her lead and take out my compact and reapply my lipstick and powder my nose. The group of businessmen that bought our wine bought our dinner. Wow --- what a night! We left at 11:30 and headed home.
She wanted to go to the vineyards on Sunday and she said she wanted to see me again as a female. Casual dress, women's blue jeans, red mock turtleneck, red 2-1/2-inch heels, pearls (hers), long blond wig (hers), and a red purse (hers), full makeup, lipstick matched my shoes and purse. Wow --- what a Sunday!
No sex, no kissing --- just two girls enjoying life.
Thanks to you Stana, I gained the courage to step into this great experience. Thanks!,
On weekends, be it Saturday or Sunday, people attend services of their chosen religion to worship their God.
Since it is Sunday and I missed Mass again, I had religious matters on my mind and thought this question would be an interesting topic for a poll: Did you ever attended a service of your religion en femme?
The poll is accessible in the right sidebar and runs until next Sunday, so vote today.
(By the way, I attended Mass en femme one time… two years ago at St. Patrick's Cathedral in New York City.)
Old certainties about gender identity are disappearing as fast as a woman in a Maserati, writes Stephen Bayley for The Telegraph.
"Traditional determinants of gender identity in the clothes we wear and the products we use are blurring fast. When asked to tick a box on one of those annoying local authority questionnaires that demands to know whether you are male or female, I am always tempted to avoid a straightforward yes/no answer and write: 'It depends.'”
You can read the whole article here.
(Thank you Gwen for the heads-up about the article.)
Connecticut Transadvocacy Coalition (CTAC) is hosting a transgender fashion show fundraiser later this year.
I modeled in their fashion show fundraiser four years ago and when my friend Diana, who is very active in CTAC, mentioned their plans for this fall, I immediately volunteered to model again.
I don't know the show's date or location yet, but I am ready, willing, and able to strut my stuff down the catwalk on a moment's notice.
Being transgender in Samoa is a very good thing.
Read all about what the prime minister of Samoa describes as the "glorious miracles and creations of our Lord" here. (Thank you, Jo, for the story)
A related story, "Fa'afafine - Samoan boys brought up as girls," describes Hazy Pau Talauati (photo above), "a Samoan man who dresses and lives as a woman. She is a fa'afafine. Like most fa'afafine in Samoa - and there are a few in most villages - Hazy is an accepted member of the community, valued for the work she does."
UPDATE: Here is the website of S.O.F.I.A.S. - Sosaiete O Fa'afaine i Amerika Samoa, which translates to "Society of Fa'afaine in American Somoa."
I'm moving to Samoa!
The following demonstrate what happens when boys get into girls' stuff. [Thank you Aunty Marlena (AM) and Miss Google (MG) for the links!]
• Covington County, Alabama - MG
• Redfield, Arkansas: 1, 2 - AM
• Chester, Connecticut - MG
• Thomson County, Georgia - MG
• Hattiesburg, Mississippi - AM
• Auburn, New York - AM
• Nash County, North Carolina (photo right) - AM
• Rocky Mount, North Carolina - MG
• Wake County, North Carolina - AM - MG
• Union, South Carolina - MG
• Crossville, Tennessee - MG
• Livingston, Tennessee - AM
• Brookeland, Texas - MG
• Galena Park, Texas - MG
• Houston, Texas - AM
• Larue, Texas - AM
• Milwaukee, Wisconsin - AM
