More new experiences

I'm quite lucky in the old tranny stakes, I've got a flattish tummy, hardly visible adams apple and hardly any hair above the waist, just wish my face was more girly. As I've got very light hair growth on my arms I never bothered doing anything with them, well this morning as I trudged bleary eyed into the shower I spotted my recently purchased 'Veet for Men' hair removing gel. Now it says 'for men' on the tube ok so I can use it and society can't disapprove right, and it even says on the back 'for legs, underarms,chest but not ya bum or ya goolies'.

'Oh why not' I thought 'lets start the day with some trannying' except of course this isn't trannying right cos it says 'For Men' on the packaging. Just like we could have lace top stockings with 'For Men' on the packet, I mean come on, we know it's for trannies, we're just pretending it's not.

So the stipulated 5 mins later I'm in the shower washing the noxious smelling muck of my arms - wow what a difference, even on someone with hardly any hair - I love it!!! but now my arms are cold, who'd have thunk such a thin layer of hair could make such a difference.

Todays Latin:
Luke sum ipse patrem te
Luke, I am your father.

and theres more

Just been talking to a joint friend of the exs and mine, who bumped into the ex and her fiance in Sansburys.
'Has she put on more weight?' I asked half jokingly
'Yeah buckets' came back the serious response

This day just gets better, I'm off for a run


"Potestatem obscuri lateris nescis"
as my old Latin teacher would say

Two things

Just had to blog this as I've been thinking about this a lot, being all insecure about my looks I'm forever asking 'does this look ok' and I want to know that I'm not acting blokey. It' s a horror to me to think that someone just saw me being blokey when en femme. So I asked a chum - she of the after dinner links (geddit? mints, rhymes with links, link = chain oh forget it) 'Do you see anything different between boy me and girl me?)
Her answer?
'I see nothing the same' and that was me hugging myself again.

Second thing, I had some washing hanging around the flat and bestest rg chum turned up with her fiance in tow, so we sat and had a coffee and there hanging on the curtain rail are boy shirts and girls blouses and it wasn't mentioned because it wasn't worth mentioning. I tried to tell her once how much this casual acceptance means but I don't think she got it.

Ok three things, now I've got a flat to myself (after having to sell my fab house, see volumes 1 through 5 of 'Gillian gets glum at the ex' for details) and now that most people know, I never bother to de-princess and thats a helluva buzz having girly stuff lying about, just a wander through the flat can bring a smile to my face.

Close but no tansvestite cigar!

I'm now #2 on google for the typo 'tansvestite', go see, then click on mine to bump it up.

http://www.google.co.uk/search?hl=en&q=tansvestite&meta=

Damn I'm in a good mood today, hope' you're all having a wonderful day.

Stuff on my cat

I love web silliness, this website had me in stitches, there are people who like to put stuff on their cats and take pictures, stuff like toys, beermats, stuffed animals, 20 naked barbie dolls etc (how can I put etc after that!!), and the cats are just lying there letting it happen.

http://www.stuffonmycat.com

Normal Service is resumed

and as quickly as it came the glumness goes.

Heres a conversation I could have today:-
A.N. Other: Get up to anything fun last night
Me: Oh not really.

Or if I didn't fib heres the conversation I could have
A.N. Other: Get up to anything fun last night
Me: Well, I went to visit a friends house for dinner, I was a bit late and just had time to change into girls clothes before eating. Another girl (who used to be a boy btw) was over too and she's wanting to start being a domme (they're both into the bondage scene) so the girl who's house it is was giving her some tips, anyway after dinner we all sat down for a natter and I ended up modelling these rather fetching shackles she just got, then it just started getting silly and I ended up wearing almost everything she had - what? why are you looking at me like that?

Lifes a lot more interesting as Gillian :).

Cuckoo

Had a bad day yesterday which surprised me a bit, I put it down to going out with an old friend and getting hammered, alcohol is a depressant and I notice the next day a feeling of glumness. Unfortunately it lasted most of the day and kept me awake last night. A friend who heard of the ex getting engaged mailed me to say 'tell me that wasn't happening before you split' and this was from a girl who is more her friend than mine.

I hate to say it but at times I wish she had died, not because I hate her or wish her harm but because from a selfish point of view it would be easier to deal with. She'd be gone, there'd be no more thoughts of getting her back and I'd not be hearing how she getting on with life. Theres a mad part of me still expecting her to turn up at the door crying that it's been a terrible mistake and I take her back and look after her. - Cuckoo!!

Funny how things turn out, I entitled this cuckoo because I meant to describe how I felt how the guy she's engaged to is like a cuckoo, When I was with the ex, I built up a life, I looked after her, sorted out some problems for her, supported her through college which led to a career change, we got a puppy that we brought up together and cleaned up after and I funded her health clinic that was her dream. Then this guy moves in and replaces me, like the way a cuckoo invades a foreign nest eventually kicking out the natural born chicks to take their place.

Why I like the Swiss

I've just returned from one of my frequentish (adverb: like frequent, see shelfish - a bit like a shelf) trips to Switzerland or CH as the cool kids call it. This morning I travelled an hour and a half by train to get to Geneva (or Genv as the cool kids call it) Aeroport (or Flughafen as the cool etc etc). Now check-in closed at 9.15, but I chose the train that arrived at the airport at 9.05 - 10 minutes!! now in the UK that sort of behaviour would get you a trip to the funny farm, you'd allow an hour minimum, I'd probably do 2 hours just to be safe. In CH it wasn't an issue because the trains leave when they are supposed to and arrive when they are supposed to. By contrast 'the train was late' is an unquestioned reason for being late for a meeting in London.

Oh I also like them because they make great chocolate, fab watches and sell cannabis at the train station

Oh well thats that then

Feeling very flat just now, last week I wrote my final letter to the ex, saying some things she needed to hear, actually more accurately things I needed to tell her. About how she had made me feel and how she had behaved along with some apologies about things I'd done. I had an impartial tgirl proof reader on hand to check for vitriol. So it was done and ready to send and there was no excuse not to send it, so I went out and got hammered instead, nice going Gillian.

Anyway last night I hardly slept and watched each hour click past till the alarm went off I'm pretty sure I was fretting about sending it probably at some level I didn't want to send it but 5 mins ago I did, wonder if she'll read it. Then after I sent it I set my email to refuse email from her, I don't want a response.

So now it's time to start feeling better, next stop, a job!

The trials of being a trannie

I just picked up a potential business partner at the station, we headed back and had a natter and he suggested we look at a document on my screen 'Feck!' I'm thinking 'I didn't de-princess the machine' with a heavy heart I kill the screensaver - EEK!!! Karol's Diary on the screen - thanks Miss Cross!! a blur of Alt+F4 and I think I've got away with it.

We're chatting and viewing docs and I can see on the task bar my Yahoo mail and ebay where I know I was bidding on a silk camisole, I am by now sweating and praying for him to need a toilet break. Then my Trillian makes a noise - damn it's logged in, up pops the window 'kitty whiplash has signed on' How funny that name seemed previously - 'just a friend' I say blushing. Meeting almost over he wants to check the train times, so I start to type www.railtrack.co.uk I get as far as www.r and the url gets finished with osesforum.tv eek!!! frantic typing ensues.

I think he thinks I'm a bit mad.

So now you all know

whats under the trapdoor in Lost. Pooh! I've been enjoying my special secret having seen the series months ago, what an odd thing to have fun about, I had a secret that I could annoy people by telling them I had it but I couldn't tell anyone it or I'd have been taken outside for a good name calling session (we're trannies we don't do stiff kickings). Anyway sigh everybody knows now and I'm back to being one of the plebs. Its a bit like trannying, I like to walk down the street thinking 'I've got a secret' or getting served by a girl in a shop thinking 'you'd never believe what I was doing last night'.

It makes me wonder how many of the poulation have some sort of secret life they live that doesn't fit into the norm, I strayed onto a website recently for a fairly normal boring electronics firm here in town, then I clicked a link on their page and I was taken to the owners S&M site, from piccies of Mr x -Technical Director and Miss y - Project manager I was looking at completely different pictures of the same people as Slave x and Madam y. I thought it was v cool they would link the two together, bet it's bad for business tho.

Imagine if you could spend a day where everyone had an arrow over their head with their secret (the ones with no secret can just have arrows saying 'Dull'). I'm thinking of walking into the library and theres a mousey looking librarian with 'Madam Pain' above her head, or an old guy feeding the ducks in the park with 'Led classified operations in WWII, killed over 100 men' on his.

Why why why?

Why would you do this? this couple spent years painting a baseball

http://ballofpaint.freehosting.net/

and I thought my life was sad and unfulfilling.

I'm a tansvestite

Well if I can't be the number one google site for transvestite, I'm damn well going to do it for the typos so without further ado let me introduce you to Gillian Stuart - trnsvestite, trnasvestite, transestite, travestite, transvistite, transvestte, trancvestite.

and she plays a mean othello.

Popping the seal

No not clubbing a cute white fluffy one - the seal on 2006. Got my first trannying in at Jan TX, a lovely evening as always, met Joanne Cheng - gorgeous as always, Jaye Adams - too pretty, Jess Robinson - wish I'd been out that young, Gemma R - looking better everytime and Scottish Caroline who I couldn't make out a word of as we were standing next to the speaker, wasn't being rude Caroline. Plus assorted rascals.

It was a last minute trip (well as last minute as 2 hours getting ready can be) so i drove up dressed, would have been nice to have a bevvy but needs must, in an act of crap trannying I didn't take one photo all night and don't think I got in any either. I'll be losing my tranny licence at this rate.

Next thing was to deal with the ex, while I was away I had a debt collection agency contact her over a debt her company owes mine. I've decided to call them off, I've got no stomach for this fight and I'd rather begin 2006 with some demons gone. So away with the attack dogs, I'll just write her a letter saying I regard it as an upaid debt but I'll add it to the financial and emotional cost of being married to her (nice phrase huh?) then I'm going to say a few more things she needs to hear and thats it, a line shall be drawn and I'll think of her no more, wish me luck.

Happy 2006 everyone.

Laugh?! I nearly wet myself

Read this today and had to share it, I cried.

"While working some time ago as a gasman in Manchester, I recieved a call on my radio asking me to assist another workman in the area. When I arrived at the house I found the carpet rolled back and the head of my friend sticking through a lifted floorboard. When he saw me he shouted that he needed extra pipe and nodded his head in the direction of his van. Unfortunately the subsequent motion of his long hair and beard attracted the attention of the customers poodle who embarked on a sexual assault of such ferocity on my friends head that his unthinking reaction was to try to stand up jamming himself between the floorboards. With one paw covering his eye and another stuffed in his mouth, his furious head shaking only served to excite the eager pooch to ever more energetic arousal; it was jerking away at breakneck speed eyes crossed and tongue flapping wildly. Fortunately just as it looked as if the dog was about to come in my mates ear the owner came in and booted the dog across the room. These days my mate sports a crew cut."

When it all gets too serious

Not that it's anything to do with me, but I'm always a bit sad when someone announces they are TS not TV. It's like it's not fun anymore, it's all a serious necessary change to a life instead of being a bit of a giggle. I like the triviality of being a tranny, being concerned with minutae instead of practicality. I guess I feel like once a girl realises she's TS that she's going to be less fun, probably she isn't but thats how I feel.

It reminds me of the joke
Q. How many feminists does it take to change a light bulb.
A. Thats not funny

Never mind me, I'm half cut.

Be safe girls

Don't forget girls, before you head off for the weekend, this simple acronymn
Before We Can Prance Together
thats
Boobs Wig Contacts Pants(control) Tights(spare)

Tranny safe girls

This has been a tranny service announcement from a slightly sozzled transvestite.

It's all about marketing

You know we've got a really really bad rep, I was told that a womans magazine had a poll and 30% of women would stay with a man that beat her whereas only 5% would stay with a man who was a tranny. Thats really sad.

So I reckon all we need is some better marketing of ourselves and to that end I'm collecting tag lines for a nationwide marketing campaign, the collection so far:

• Tranny boyfriend - like a gay best friend with shagging
• Date a tranny, double your wardrobe.
• Tranny date - take as long as you like to get ready.
• Does this go? - ask someone who knows - Tranny boyfriend.
• Tranny boyfriend - take a smaller handbag tonight.

It's a winner I tell you.

I'm Baaaaa-aaack

Hi Girlies and thankls for the new years wishes, a big happy new year to everyone. What a trip, jungle, insects, leeches (ugh, took one to bed with me, found it in the middle of the night), underground rockfalls and getting hammered on the natives moonshine (damn it was tasty). The natives taught us traditional dancing, we taught them the Macarrena and Oops Upside Ya Head, a fair swap I reckon.

Lots of falling asleep to the sounds of sicadas damn they are loud, lots of treking and climbing, and two days of caving where I ended up battered and bruised from a rockfall. BIG spiders everywhere and lots of cute lizards.

First thing I did when I got back? showerd (I stank!!!!) washed my clothes, shaved my legs and plucked my eyebrows - ahhhh thats better 2 weeks without moisturiser - that is the hell that is the jungle :).

Did you know the Headhunters of Borneo were still active in world war 2? the Japanese invaded and bands of maurading Iban tribesmen used to regularly take heads from them, then a British commando parachuted in to organise the resistance and merrily encouraged them to carry on collecting heads. Fascinating stuff.

You meet such interesting people on these trips, didn't feel the need to confess to being a tranny tho one girl did say 'you're quite wierd aren't you?' 'Oh yes' I answered. Lots of people who are living a life instead of chasing a wage, gave me food for thought.

OK back to loads of email, hope you all had a great break.

First post

So this is the famous blogger then? hows this work then? wonder if I can import a spaces blog

So this is me moving from spaces to blogger, I used to be at this place but now I have seen the light