Murphy's Law in Spades

I planned to rise and shine Thursday morning, get dressed en femme and drive to Hartford to help set up our booth at ham convention. Instead, I woke up to a family health emergency, which took up the better part of the day. I never made it to Hartford in either boy or girl mode that day. Luckily, two fellows from my group set up the booth without me.

I planned to rise and shine Friday morning, get dressed en femme and drive to Hartford to staff the booth during Day One of the convention. Instead, I spent over three hours dealing with the health issue — the hours I would have spent getting dressed en femme. By the time I had dealt with everything, I just had enough time to get dressed in boy mode, drive to Hartford and arrive at the convention just as the hall opened at 9 AM.

 I staffed the booth most of the day, surprised people who were expecting to see Stana, and in general, had a good time, while keeping tabs on the home front via the call phone.

My daughter held down the fort at home on Friday, but could not do so on Saturday. So I stayed at home to hold down the fort on Saturday and did not attend Day Two of the convention. Actually, I was relieved that I did not attend the convention on Saturday because I was so exhausted from the previous two days.

There were two trans visitors to our booth (that I was aware of). One was a regular reader of the blog, who I have met a few times at the Dayton, Ohio, ham convention. He was in boy mode and was surprised to find me also in boy mode, too.

The second was a transwoman en femme. I assume she was post-op, but you never know. She gave no indication that she read my blog, so she didn’t know me from Adam (or Eve). She just happened by our booth and engaged me in a long discussion about what our group had to offer.

And so it goes.

Wearing Dior.

Icelandic womanless beauty pageant (dragkeppni) contestants in 2005.

Let’s Get Graphic!

The womanless beauty pageant photo above is from a Relay for Life event that took place in Cucamonga, California last year. The four contestants on the left are typical for this kind of event, but get a load of the contestant on the right. Wow! If she didn’t win the pageant, she was robbed.
Years ago, I participated in local Relay for Life events, but none of them had the womanless beauty pageant component. I was robbed!

If I didn’t know better, I think my mother slipped BUDS into my brassiere when I wasn’t looking! (My mother always called it a “brassiere,” never a “bra.”)

In the past, William Meldrum had some cool graphics at anokorok.deviantart.com. Sadly, that Deviantart account is gone, so there is nothing new coming our way. Nevertheless, the above is my favorite Meldrum piece.

And I close with the above graphic. Don’t you love it? It expresses my sentiments exactly.

Weather

We just went through a very humid spell the last few days. Luckily, the high humidity ended in time for the convention I am attending today through Saturday.

Although the convention hall is a modern air-conditioned facility, getting in and out of the building today requires lugging stuff for our booth from my car, through the clammy parking garage before experiencing the modern wonders of indoor climate control. So less humidity today means less perspiration as I do my booth babe set-up duties.

Mid-July means that fall clothing catalogs start showing up in my mailbox. I received my first fall catalog yesterday and look forward to more because the fall is my favorite season for both the weather and the fashions.

While on the topic of weather, every evening I watch the weather forecast on WTNH out of New Haven because the weather forecaster, Erika Martin, is a fashionista. She seems to wear something different ever night and I love her fashion sense. 

Stay cool!

 

 

 

Wearing Ralph Lauren (bag).

 

 

 

Actor Jaleel White femulating on television’s Family Matters, circa 1997.

In My Neck of the Woods

I am looking forward to attending the ham radio convention in Hartford en femme during the next three days. However, I do have a little trepidation about it.

The last five years, I have attended a ham radio convention in Ohio en femme. Although there are over 22,000 people in attendance, not a lot of people travel from my neck of the woods to attend. And although I am a well-known writer in the ham radio field, most attendees don't match that up with a woman staffing a booth at the convention.

On the other hand, there are likely to be a lot of attendees from my neck of the woods at the Hartford convention including ham radio friends and acquaintances going back nearly 40 years who know nothing about me en femme. Their reactions could be interesting.

Going on past experience, I probably have nothing to worry about, but I do.

 

 

 

Wearing Nanette Lepore.

 

 

 

Professional femulator Margeaux Powell

Smile for the Day

A lot of my incoming e-mail consists of advertisements including ads from businesses that sell women's clothing. Monday morning, I smiled when I received my daily e-missive from ShopBop and saw that its subject was "We'll Wear What She's Wearing." Yes, I will!

 

 

 

Summer 2014 Paris street style

 

 

 

Richie Moo modeling Daniella Kallmeyer (top),
Katrin Schnabl (skirt) and Halo & Co.(earrings).

Like Clark Kent

Like Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman, I have a secret identity, although it is not as secret as it used to be. And even without Lois Lane snooping around, it can be difficult keeping my identities separate.

I compartmentalize my life in order to maintain my secret and in general, I have done a good job. Femulate readers who are determined to find me out can and have figured out who I am. And that is not a concern.

However, there are friends and relatives who do not know about Stana and  I want to keep it that way for now.

One area where I have come close to outing myself is with e-mails. I have two e-mail accounts - one for him and one for her and on occasion, I used her e-mail account to compose his e-mail and vice versa.

After that happened a few times, I figured out a way to avoid the problem. I simply added a "signature" to her account, so whenever I compose an e-mail en femme, the signature is automatically inserted at the end of the e-mail. If I am composing an e-mail for him and see that the e-mail already has a signature, I know I am using the wrong e-mail account and switch accounts before proceeding. (My signature consists of a jpeg of myself en femme, so I can't miss it!)

Since I added the signature, I have avoided outing myself via e-mail.

Just a thought… imagine if Clark Kent/Kal-El/Superman was transgender, too!

 

 

 

Wearing Robert Rodriguez.

 

 

 

British sailor femulates as Miss Everton in the 1950s.

MUCH Nicer!

 

 

 

Wearing Cynthia Rowley.

 

 

 

Actor Freddie Fox femulating in British television’s Worried About the Boy (2010).

Celebration of Women

On Tuesday, Huffington Post published a story by Curtis M. Wong about Marty Thomas (photo above), who is one of the actors performing on Broadway in Pageant: The Musical. The article is interesting and includes a slideshow of photos from the show, however, I take exception to the following quote from the article.

"You can’t just go by the standby strikes or clichés of drag queens. It’s a celebration, rather than a camp mimicking, of women, as can only be told through the voice of gay men."

There are so many things wrong with those words that I don't know where to begin! My panties are duly knotted.

 

Wearing Nanette Lepore.

 

 

 

A contestant and eventual winner in a womanless beauty pageant (2014).
(She deserved to win just for wearing those amazing shoes. Wow!)

Another Convention

This year marks the 100th anniversary of the ham radio organization that I worked for over 35 years and have been a member of for nearly 50 years. The organization is based in Connecticut and to celebrate the event, they are having a convention in downtown Hartford next weekend.

The ham radio group I am involved with as  secretary, director and newsletter editor will have a booth at next week's convention and I will be staffing that booth Friday and Saturday. I will also attend the convention's banquet on Friday night.

Needless to say, I will be en femme for the convention.

If you are a ham and plan to attend, I hope to see you in person.

 

 

 

2014 Paris street style.

 

 

 

Comedian David Walliams (center) femulates in an advertisement
for television’s Britain’s Got Talent (2014).

Another Heroine

My transgender heroines are no-surgery, no-hormone transwoman who identify as either transsexual or transvestite, live full time or part time as women, and more importantly, do not hide their male roots. For example, people like Paul Whitehead, Grayson Perry,  Andrej Pejic, Miqqi Gilbert and Eddie Izzard among others are my heroines.

They are who I want to be.

I recently discovered another: Vladimir Luxuria (photo above) who, according to Wikipedia, "is an Italian actress, writer, politician and television host" and "the first openly transgender member of Parliament in Europe, and the world's second openly transgender MP."

"Although Luxuria lives exclusively as a female, she has not undergone sex change surgery and she remains legally male. She has stated on occasion that she perceives herself as neither male nor female."

Me, too.

 

 

 

Wearing Badgley Mischka.

 

 

 

A womanless beauty pageant contestant (2014).

Reincarnated into the Opposite Gender

Robin referred me to a thread of messages that put forth the theory that transgender people switched genders during reincarnation and that their gender confusion is due to leftovers from their previous life.

Years ago, when I was trying to figure myself out, those same thoughts crossed my mind. They were brought on by a recurring dream in which I was a female performer in the USO during World War II and died in a plane crash during the war (like bandleader Glenn Miller).

This dream occurred many times during my youth (when I was closer in time to my previous incarnation) and I would awake screaming as the plane went down. I have not had that dream in a long time, but I will never forget it.

I am neither a believer or non-believer regarding reincarnation, but if reincarnation is real, then it makes sense that if you switched genders during a reincarnation, there might be residue from the previous gender in your current incarnation.

 

 

 

Wearing Leota.

 

 

 

Singer Daniel Diges femulating Whitney Houston on Spanish television’s
Tu Cara Me Suena (Your Face Sounds Familiar) in 2012.