Thats not funny!!

Officially I am mortally offended, met this tranny at Sparkle and heard about these tshirt designs, I think they're brilliant (unofficially) WARNING not for the easily offended!nasty-tranny

Mood tonight a little down, got hit by a gigantic wave of dog missing over the weekend, the wonderful wonderful pooch we used to have, possibly the naughtiest lab in existance, accomplished beggar, thief, oversized lapdog, and keen collector of large sticks and small trees. Would really love to see her again.



She had a flat bum, thats unusual for a lab and that meant she could beg for ages without falling over, one of her cousins saw the attention she got doing it and tried to teach himself how to do it, he had a round bum and fell over a lot.


And tonight I will mostly be listening to this


Lyrics here


and one more for fun, I think this is so beautiful it can make me cry just watching it

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Cave canew
Beware of the dog

Sandra Bullock

Sparkle; verb; to go out and have a good time, probably wearing girls clothes.

I just Sparkled, what great fun that was, from Thursday night to Sunday morning I didn't wear a stitch of boy clothes and I flew out on Friday so that means.... I flew dressed, yayy me. This was a huge deal to me I'm not totally sure why, I think part of it is the commitment, once you pass through passport control, that's it, no turning back, you are stuck in that skirt boyo till you get to blighty.

It was verrry nerve racking, made worse by the flight leaving from Basel, so the journey was a train to zurich, a train to Basel, a bus to the airport then the flight whereupon the lovely Beck Richards met me. Like everything in this vestism we call trans it wasn't a problem; like before the Swiss will not react and the uk were pretty much the same. I was expecting sniggers at Manc but no, no problems. Quite a buzz really but again no pics but Becky can provide an affidavit that I came out dressed, and she picked me up dressed which was pretty cool too (and she looked gorgeous!!)

The weekend was brilliant, as usual I didn't get to talk to enough people. I think I need to change my social habits, I end up flitting between multiple groups instead of spending proper time catching up, great to see Clarissa (Sorry again about lunch, I already had my date planned ) Jo, Becky and Jane, gutted I didn't run into you at night but I did need asprin and a lie down at lunch. Had a good old chat with Karol where we were discussing if it was worth turning gay to become a Persian princess as there was a gay Persian prince around. Had a fab dinner with Laura at Malmaison - oi Laura!, Karol was eating in her room there!! - where we got chatting to some lovely rgs about life, loves and fashion.

Caught up with the delectable Lili and Anna, Lili was so funny in Cruz -'looook lots of guys in their underwear!!!'

Had a minor shop in Manc where I concieved the concept of decoy trannies, see I reckon theres a market for a service where a confident tranny dresses inappropriately - pneumatic boobs, red pvc mini etc, you know the kind and goes out shopping at the same time as a not so confident tranny, thus drawing attention from the muggles.

The events in the park were great fun pity the rain came down. Some complained about the cold, but it was perfect for me, I didn't want to be sweaty in the dress I was wearing. Well, it was perfect untł I decided it would be more girly to be cold, so I put effort into being cold :).

Sat night I had a new tranny experience, normally at the end of the night I can spend ages delaying taking the wig off; I make a cuppa, and look at myself in the mirror loathe to start de-princessing, this time it was very busines like, in hotel, rug off, makeup off, bed. I think boy me felt a need to reassert himself, besides I had a lunch date with the delectable Catherine on Sunday and I was being a boy.

Too much wine, not enough dancing (way too hot, dancing was limited to short bursts then back to the air conditioning) not enough sleep. Lots of people to party with, a great weekend and a huge thank you to the orgaisers for another wonderful weekend.

Thuggery

Might have got my calculations wrong last time
Days without cigarettes - 44
Days without wine - 1 (rounded up)

Little bit of unpleasantness the other week, this thuggish looking kid came on the train: baseball cap, hoodie, lots of cheap jewelry, permanent scowl, he swaggered up to where I was sitting. 'Is this seat free?' he said politely, 'Yes it's free' I replied, not going to be out-polited by the likes of him. There was no touble after that, I think I dealt with it quite well.

I've had fun this weekend, I needed to do some shopping for Sparkle so knowing the swiss rules about dressing like a girl when shopping for girls clothes for yourself I HAD to dress like a girl. So reluctantly I got up early on Saturday and got the slap on and debated over outfits, I reallllly wanted to wear a skirt, but opted for trousers for the fitting in factor, damn it's nicer to be in a small strappy top in this weather. So got the slap on, got dressed, then spent an hour doing meaningless tasks around the apt before admiting I was prevaricating and giving myself a stiff kicking out the door.

Thats three times leaving the appt dressed now, not met a neighbour yet, I wish I could get it over with. Anyway, nothing to report, it was lovely, just like last time, no reaction, no looks, no problem. The only thing I didn't do was use the changing rooms, I must check with the trannie info office - Swiss section. As it was, luck was with me; the dress I bought for Sat Sparkle night fits, the skirt I bought for Sat day is maybe a tad big but not enough that I'll take it back, new handbag is lush, new magnetic earings hurt like the fires of hell.

Piccies?? well I had my camera, but seriously how can I take piccies on my own, shopping, without looking like a clown?? Now I am well aware that this represents a breach of tranny etiquette and under the tranny act of 2006 this shopping trip can be deemed not to have ocurred and I may face penalties for even referencing this non-existent trip, but dammit, I did it, on my own, and I had FUN!!!

Had a big flashback to it today, on Sat I was travelling in the tram back home and idly enjoying the feel of my pony tail brushing against the top of my back and wondering how it looked to the bloke sitting behind me (I was struck my massive paranoia that the wig cap was showing). Today (Sun) I was on the same tramline and caught myself lifting my chin and moving my head to feel the ponytail again, alas today there was no pony tail to feel.

Good evening - Wintherthur!!! You Rock!!!

last cigarette, 27 days ago
last wine - please - be serious.

Bit of a boy post this.

Blast from the past last weekend, I went to see Saxon, Motorhead and Black Sabbath at a local town, twas damn good, I sometimes feel like someones dad going to a concert these days, but as soon as the music kicked in I was back at Uni again, drinking cheap cider and punching the air. Saxon weren't bad but Biff (singer) is looking very old, meanwhile Motorhead look pretty much like the last time I saw them a million years ago at Edinburgh playhouse. Lemmy has to be one of the coolest creatures on this earth, wanders on stage, takes a last drag of his fag, stubs it out and leans towards the microphone 'we're Motorhead, we play Rock n Roll' and off they went.



Sorry the photos a bit pants, phone camera and a LOT of pushing and shoving down the front. I think the swiss must have got the volume down a bit, Motorhead are the only band that have made me stuff things in my ears, but this time is was loud but not 'ohmygodmyheart' loud. Talking of stuffing things in your ears, lots of the crowd had earplugs, a friend told me this is very swiss.

I love rock concerts, I love the roughness, the smelliness, the sweatiness, I love not giving a damn, I love coming back from the bar and people bashing into you and getting beer on themselves and it's not even worth apologising because who cares? it's just beer and thats what happens at rock concerts, I love the pushing and shoving down the front, I love staggering out into the night air black and blue with my ears ringing and going looking for a bar for a croaky post mortem of the gig.

Oh yeah, and Black Sabbath were top too but Dio looked EXACTLY like he did when I saw him 20 years ago, given his prediliction for singing about devils, I wonder if theres a soul been sold there.



"In the misty morning,
on the edge of time....." - superb stuff