tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204934982024-03-23T17:54:36.303+00:00Gillians bit of spaceIf you think it's a bloke in a dress you're probably right.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-78397216170986721722009-01-05T16:37:00.002+00:002009-01-05T16:46:36.712+00:00Not deadMeh<br /><br />that sums it up really!, it's been ages since I blogged. I fear the will to blog has left me, much like the will to get the slap on and wear girls clothes, the will has, not the want. I'm still as likely as ever to be sulking at weddings 'it's not fair (stamps foot) I want to be the bridesmaid.' but I just can't be bothered with the effort.<br /><br />It seems I'm not alone, the tranny blogosphere is shrinking, we're talking about it little and doing it less. I'm pretty sure my tardy transvestism is due to living over here, I flatter myself that were I still in the UK I'd be out loads.<br /><br />However theres no end to the famine in sight, so rather than leave a dangling last post, I'll just sign off for the moment with a cheery wave, maybe if I ever get the blogging bug again I'll be back but for now adieu. Which isn't to say I'm going closetwards, I imagine I'll still be posting on flickr a bit but I'm just not driven to blog these days.<br /><br />Tara for now.<br /><br />Gillian xGillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-32800447424334583872008-11-08T11:16:00.006+00:002008-11-08T18:02:05.746+00:00Hurrah!!!!Yayy America.<br /><br />I've been rooting for Obama and wow, it happened. I really thought something was going to screw it up, the dog whistle racism of the republicans was going to find sympathetic ears, enough people would start believing the nonsense about Ayers, just something was going to happen to mess up this.<br /><br />I think the world needs this man, I saw polls outside the USA saying Obama was the choice for 85%, did you see the celebrations across the world, did you see the video of 106yr old Anne Nixon Cooper being interviewed? , can you feel the freshness in the air?<br /><br />The lack of triumphalism on the evening of his victory speaks volumes about the calibre of the man, I really think that the most rare of creatures - a good politician - is going to sit in the white house.<br /><br />What the hell happened to Biden though? he was faceless, I saw his v clever VP debate where I thought he managed not to make Palin look stupid which must have been very hard for him given she is and he is really not. After that he just seemed to shrink into the crowd. Anyway good luck to him, I cried my way thorough Obamas victory speech, can you imagine crying at one of Bush's speeches?.<br /><br />Now the big decision tho, would I rather look like Michelle Obama, or Sarah Palin, hmm I'm leaning towards Palins label-ladden look at the moment but Michelle has pulled some corkers with high street fashion.<br /><br />Yayy Obama.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-72189538787377405242008-11-03T21:52:00.001+00:002008-11-03T21:55:49.044+00:00Horror, carnage and blissThat's a pretty good description of the last two weeks. A year on from my <a href="http://gillianstuart.blogspot.com/2007/10/sex-n-drugs-and-blog-roll.html">last visit </a>I've been back to the amazon to drink ayahuasca again. The rationale was that first time round I was dealing with things I had to deal with, now I was dealing with stuff I wanted to deal with.<br /><br />Horror was the first ceremony. I had a pretty hard time of it, vicious nausea and physical pain that threatened never to end. All the while the ayahuasca is teaching while it tortures. I saw myself floating in space viewing the earth; as I watched, time sped up and the seasons passed. A voice, not my own, is talking to me about the nature of change using the changing of the seasons by way of an illustration. I give up my fear of change in an uncomfortable vomit. It feels like the ayahuasca is smacking hell out of me as it punches home points 'stop doing this, - smack 'do this better' - smack 'don't worry about that, you weren't at fault' smack. Images rush at me too fast to register and it becomes too much and I have to cry out for help. One of the helpers comes over and cradles my head as she pours cold water over me catching it as it runs down me and scooping it over me again, it's heaven.<br /><br />Coming back to my body, the room forms around me. The guy next to me is having a really hard time, he's vomiting every couple of minutes, I know he has been in Iraq, I think there's a lot of darkness being cleansed, 'make it stop, please stop' he repeats. In front of me a girl is screaming her litany of drug abuse into her bucket. The shaman isn't particularly sympathetic, he knows this is part of the process, he's seen what drugs are like as they leave. Peyote in particular is hurting her, it's a visionary plant that can teach but 'Mr Peyote doesn't like being used as a drug' he says before offering to make a deal with the spirit of Peyote for her.<br /><br />Carnage is the second ceremony, fortunately not for me but around me the ceremonial house is a madhouse; one man is being tormented by the devil and is tearing at his clothes and screaming for mercy, he ends up naked and soiling himself, another girl is screaming at some unknown memories from her past she is throwing herself about and has to be restrained, the helpers and shamans are at full stretch, the shaman is performing an exorcism and it sounds creepy as all hell. As for me I'm in a little protective bubble aware of the carnage but not part of it. I've been taken to a place of brightness and light, white light falls on me like a cooling shower. I see worlds of shapes in bright hues. Huge cubes of multi-coloured lights spin slowly in space, as they align to present to me a square they fire bolts of energy at me that comfort me.<br /><br />I'm shown the universe as a pyramid, where each level is a plane of existence (yeah I know what I sound like, it's painful to me too). The bottom level is what I think of as 'life' but where I am right now is far above that. In this place there is no concept of suffering, I try to think of some of the reasons that brought me back to Peru and I laugh at the irrelevance of them, they simply can't exist in this place. This isn't dealing with issues, this is realising that there are no issues to deal with. I wonder at the patience of the shamans listening to us talking about all our crap, they must be thinking 'you'll see'. Trying to grasp concepts such as betrayal in this place is like explaining colour to someone born blind.<br /><br />Slowly and with much regret I drift back to my body, gratitude and love fills me, for what I experienced and for not being in the carnage. I'm back sitting in my chair in the ceremony house feeling wonderful and at peace, the carnage is winding down, some people had really rough nights, I offer what comfort I can and smoke a mapacho as an offering of thanks to the spirits who took me on the journey. I never want this night to end. The girl next to me has had a wonderful ceremony too and we sit and hold hands enjoying the connection with each other.<br /><br />Next, the wierdness beginsGillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-78933901984028603782008-10-15T21:41:00.004+00:002008-10-19T14:29:24.246+00:00Time for a break<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBpGVvg_hoEFXRWLfFtipcRBlpqiWGb8Un2PRCgFKq9uonb60ob0GKDU4vOvRNlQccCMusVvSUYyu-YkoIcQ2DVOcle-iAznTvXeTIO5DdD0bV5uxlkUaF-PJbY4rUF14pMS5/s1600-h/IMG_2869.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257499330815138386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwBpGVvg_hoEFXRWLfFtipcRBlpqiWGb8Un2PRCgFKq9uonb60ob0GKDU4vOvRNlQccCMusVvSUYyu-YkoIcQ2DVOcle-iAznTvXeTIO5DdD0bV5uxlkUaF-PJbY4rUF14pMS5/s400/IMG_2869.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br />I've been awful quiet of late, just too busy in life, some work, some fun, some not so. However now it's time for a little adventure, travelling v light this time, not even an LBD. I'll just leave for the moment with a fervent hope, please America do't do it, don't let Palin anywhere near the white house, the world needs Obama.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-3085346398453810462008-08-29T22:44:00.004+00:002008-08-29T23:07:15.357+00:00Ennui—Synonyms listlessness, tedium, lassitude, languor.<br /><br />Thats me that is with regard to trannying and blogging. I was mulling over it this week, I don't want to wear girls clothes any less, if anything more; summer desses and skirts and cute blouses are driving me mad at work. Honestly it's like theres a cute blouse club at work, one particular girl, cute blouses and skirts every day, drives me mad. Then at work I resolve to go home that night and perorm the magic of transformation but I dont, I want to but not enough to overcome the lethargy. It's like my effort reward ratio isnt high enough. See how I think it works is this; when I was just getting out and about then a night in a skirt was a big deal, huge buzz awesome fun, well well worth the effort and expense. Now that I've been out more times than I can count (I loved when I realised I had stopped counting) the buzz is so much less, it almost feels normal and it's to much effort to transform to feel normal.<br /><br />The other night I got glammed up because I had bought this adorable bloue and wanted to try it on properly, so I did. 90 mins to get ready, 10 mins swanning around in said new blouse and deprincessed, not at all like me. Not even a photo and didnt even try on any more outfits.<br /><br />It's so frustrating though I havent stopped wanting to look like every girl I see on the street or every (female) film star I see on tv but I'm just not triggering the 'do it' level.<br /><br />Also mucho disappointed about the rubber ball, I was going to be going there with first 3 friends, then 2, no none :( I sooo am going to go there one year.<br /><br />Hope you are all well. x<br /><br />Love life's looking up tho, there was this night, it was me and this girl in a big inflatable boat in my living room, and well..., a story for another day perhaps. :>)Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-44832590481689545672008-07-28T17:44:00.004+00:002008-07-28T17:51:10.619+00:00He wears girls clothes but he does that?Lets get off my high (heeled) horse about China for a bit, I had some friends over recently which coincided with the day of the Zurich triathlon that I was doing, top fun, mile swim in the lake, 26 mile cycle , 6 mile run. The friends visiting were a couple, the girl is more OK with 'us lot' than you can shake a stick at, on one occasion bullying me into a skirt because I was 'getting funny' about being Gillian in front of her. This time she came over with her bloke who isn't part of our scene but then doesn't really give a stuff about it one way or another. Anyway huge thanks to them for being my support group, was nice to have someone waiting at the finish to cheer. Where was I going with this?????? oh yeah, I was pleased to challenge the image of trannies in said blokes mind as he expressed what to me was a pleasant surprise, that me, - self confessed wearer of girls clothes - should do the manly support of triathloning.<br /><br />Nice to know I can still surprise people.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-13879572920389375972008-07-19T07:58:00.004+00:002008-12-11T04:25:12.630+00:00More China bashingOk, ok, I said Iwasn't going to put any more politics, but I just watched the below video on the BBC and I am incensed, screw this olympics, the worlds gone mad and I hope they are a complete disaster. Flower beds, they are kicking their own people out of houses for flower beds.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yaIoVU6Gc7A" target="blank"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224633504934182530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_FqAEOwN64PzTZ5o1Zpk1ajYX-pXBS25BdlNzhmDnkTZKJJkIlfqglasyUv9_vMatL3ectJvJp_cIWsNM5dmps4S3sm-ksJ8ea5KVcucZhG8xo-Xv4PnSRU6xSmPFu8RF6N5w/s400/rsf.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div>click on the image for the video.</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-75471438245722652012008-06-30T21:40:00.002+00:002008-07-06T15:32:53.538+00:00SparkledWell that was a fun weekend, big shame about the numbers of people but it meant that my resolution to spend quality time with a few groups instead of my previous scattergun effort was easier. Quite a good flight over, I liked my outfit, I liked my makeup, think my hair needs changing tho. No probs, train to Basel, flight to Manc, big mistake getting to basel airport too early - dullllsville. At the gate I offered my passport for the last minute check, whereupon he started shouting my name down the line, 'errr thats me' I said, oh his little face 'oh' he managed 'you must understand, this is difficult for me' he managed eventually before looking shamefaced and waving me through. 'It's not that easy for me either chum!'<br /><br />Sparkle itself passed me by a bit, I didn't see anything in the park, I was mostly spent socialising, although I had to take a morning off to go buy a rubber suit (long story but you wont be seeing pics of that!) in general, there were, hmmm theres no way to say it without sounding judemental, but there were more inappropriate outfits on show, there was a lot of sniggering from members of the public, a lot of bollocks on show,a lot of stupidly short skirts. Having dinner in Velvet on Friday, the general feeling around the table was that we were embarassed. Sigh. I know that makes me sound like a bitch but it makes me unhappy because I could see the great british public sniggering at them, and by extension, at me. A friends wife said she was shopping in the Arndale centre and some girls were sniggering at two trannies on the escalator, then took pictures of them to show their friends so they could have a good laugh too.<br /><br />Does that reflect badly on the girls or the trannies?<br /><br />Oh well, I'm still glad I went, just not as glad as I wanted to be.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-64167052316610749232008-06-21T14:18:00.001+00:002008-06-21T14:20:49.550+00:00UntuckingWell THAT hurt!<br /><br />Oh and I did take a couple of pics after all regardless of what I said earlier.<br /><a taret="blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gillian_stuart/2597070229/" title="Only one and badly framed by Gillian Stuart, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3227/2597070229_5f439e38a4_m.jpg" width="134" height="240" alt="Only one and badly framed" /></a>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-10545700131217711552008-06-21T11:45:00.002+00:002008-06-21T12:09:31.664+00:00Nothing like a good tuckI havent done any tranny firsts in a while, today I did two. I went shopping again - yayy me. No piccies, hmmmm why not? cos I can't be arsed at the moment. I fancied a pic outside but you do scream 'look a bloke in a skirt' when you get all self timering. Anyway it just didn't seem that important. Now I'm back at the appt having a well deserved glass of wine and lamenting that there was only one glass left in the bottle and I am sooo hot (not that way - sigh) I really can't be bothered taking pics.<br /><br />Anyway, my firsts, well as I was getting ready this morning reflecting on how much fun it was to have hours and hours to get ready if I wanted, I came across some micropore surgical tape, tucking for the use of. So I decided that what I fancied was a good tuck and set to it. It was a long process, I've never got this right before, and extended manipulation of the boys and their dad did result in a degree of ahem 'interest' that required a fair bit of lying back and thinking of Margaret Thatcher before proceeding. Two reasonable tucks had to be abandoned after said interest showed no signs of being not-interest no matter how much Thatcher thought was applied, basically I twice managed to make a cock ring out of surgical tape. However! eventually it worked, it seemed secure enough and proper honest to goodness girls pants looked ok, away with security pants and their excess elasticity and hot sweatiness.<br /><br /><br />So I went out, all tuck-ed away, wearing proper nice pretty girls pants, as a precaution nasty sweaty support pants were in the handbag incase of undercarriage problems but weren't needed - hurrah, The tram to town was a sensation, I hadn't checked sitting with my tape-manacled member and there was discomfort there but all worked well, back at the appt now I am still taped up and awaiting an experimental toilet to see if I can wee like this.<br /><br />2nd first, not so triumphant,; first time I had a boob fall out under the bra strap, it was hot, it's damn hot this weekend and standing in line to buy a top in Esprit I felt movement, from the girls not the boys, quick as a flash I've got a boob at my waist. Figuring thats not going to help my chances of passing I wandered away from the queue clutching said stomach boob hoping any casual observer will assume the clutching is period pains. Boob was duly extracted at the waist line and fumbled into my shopping bag, 'maye no one will notice?' I think, 'oh you stupid tranny of course they'll notice. So much bending over and fumbling I managed to get the missing mammary back in situ. I'm amazed I didn't have security over checking my bags with a amount of furtive fumbling I was doing.<br /><br />ooo this wines gone right to my head you know.<br /><br />Oh status report I guess, all shop assistants were fantastic as I've come to expect here, Mexx being the top of a very good pile by acting like I was an idiot for asking if it was ok to use the changing rooms, 'oh course it is, why wouldnt it be?!?'<br /><br />Ooooo i got whiskey......Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-76981402708024398762008-06-14T20:24:00.002+00:002008-06-14T20:34:41.601+00:00HooplaAt last I did some shopping for Sparkle, I had a whole list of stuff but in the end I only found a dress and some earrings, must must must get shoes next week. (really cute dress btw)<br /><br />So I bought some nice hooped earrings and some eff off huge chav hoops that I am wearing right now. I don't think I'll ever wear these out but they are fun. Why is feeling vulnerable such a kick? whether it's not being able to walk properly because of skirt or heels, or move properly because of a corset or in this case, be careful not to catch my massive hoops in something, such as my feet (ok not that big but not far). I'm sitting here on my sofa watching battlestar gallactica swishing my head about and loving the feel of how dangerous it feels having these in my ears. Even the slight twinge of pain if they catch on my neck (I said they were big) tickles me.<br /><br />Vulnerable, vulnerable vulnerable, it's got me wiggling my toes.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-34888693646516746612008-05-25T10:25:00.004+00:002008-05-25T10:37:08.916+00:00Feels like the very first timeor at least it did. I went out yesterday, after unexpectedly getting a Sat to myself I decided to dare myself to go shopping, a huge amount of procrastination ensued till it was 5pm and little shopping time left. I got made up (quite pleased with it even if I do say so) and debated outfits, it was sunny so shortish linen skirt and strappy top with ballet slippers should be ok.<br /><br /><a target="blank" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gillian_stuart/2520117137/" title="Heading home by Gillian Stuart, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2140/2520117137_a603a58a7a_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Heading home" /></a><br /><br />Heck I was petrified, a HUGE amount of procrastination followed, oops no perfume, oops no camera, oops no umbrella oops, oops, oops. Sod it, out the door prepared to shock the neighbours. The shopping mall was 10 minutes walk away and I was a nervous as a kitten, really huge knots in my stomach, almost hyperventilating, just thinking "EVERYONES LAUGHING AT YOU!!". I had just planned to dare myself to buy some mayo but at the mall I went past H&M and that was that, two skirts (and I tried them on in the shop!) then stopped into another shop and got a lovely little white denim mini that I adore. (tried that one on too!)<br /><br />And I forgot to get the mayo!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-83090672642987465592008-05-18T21:07:00.003+00:002008-05-19T19:20:47.104+00:00LacesI had some fun this weekend, I had to make a trip to the UK and on Sat ended up in London for a meeting. Great mate Debi suggested we go to London together then she lose herself for a couple of hours while I met. Top idea, so we went up, dined, drank a little then made a bee line for <a href="http://www.fairygothmother.com/" target="blank">fairygothmother</a> I'd wanted a proper corset for ages and now was the perfect time. I didn't expect them to have an issue with me being in boy mode and they didn't "I'd like a corset for me please" "no problem, lets measure you up" the girl in the shop was really cool, measured me up, picked a corset then laced me in it (then went for a smaller size - YES!) Then she left me with great mate Debi "I'll leave you to admire yourself, shout when you want to be released" damn this woman knows her trannies.<br /><br />So I bought it then tortured myself through dinner, drinks and Stomp when I wanted to go straight home before getting back to great mate Debis house for a nightcap whereupon she wanted to try on said corset (she liked it and looked great) then she wanted to lace me into it to see if she could get it right (I love this girl!!!) thus the night ended perched primly on Debis sofa corsetted with a t-shirt over it just chewing the fat for an hour or so, I'm pretty lucky to have such cool friends.<br /><br />Btw if I might break the tranny code and be a bloke for a second, I have to say the inside of fairygothmother is worth a look, the sight of cute girls trying on a wide variety of corsetry is eyepopping. There was this one asian looking girl, wow wow wow!!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-52349040275200360332008-05-15T18:41:00.002+00:002008-05-15T18:58:26.147+00:00Oh sod itI was cycling home last night and I thought 'sod it' and swung past the piercing place. I've got two pierced ears now - wheeeeeeee. I took a pic but I've got a transparent keeper in it and I had to zoom in so much to see itthat my ear looked horrible and hairy so no piccies.<br /><br />No one noticed the new piercing today, but a couple of people noticed the original one (with the stud) the girls were cool with it 'Is that new?' 'Nice' the guys...... well why are guys such pricks? it was all pisstaking and making fun of it. I just dont want to have to deal with that crap. Why does being a guy have to involve such negativity? I'm not crying into my beer here, I dont particularly care; what I care about is that it's part and parcel of being a bloke, no wonder we want to try to be girls.<br /><br />Example, a guy stops by my desk 'you got an earring!! what did you do that for? mid life crisis, ha ha ha' so what did I do? I made him feel bad about his terrible acne. So he goes off feeling bad, and I sit there feeling bad. Why can't we just interact like girls? be supportive, complimentary, nice!!<br /><br />Gahhh!!!!!<br /><br />and we get crap clothes!!!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-22607125300510590162008-05-13T18:55:00.002+00:002008-05-13T18:58:23.849+00:00Today I will mostly be obsessing over<a href="http://shop.nordstrom.com/S/2945563?tuid=000006cb-006f-0861-6c61-726765727669&id=7389440&largeImg=0&tname=product" target="blank">This</a><br /><br />and if anyone would like to buy me a present I think I would look great in this, or if anyone could just find where it's actually in stock I'd be over the moon, sigh.<br /><br />Yes I know, I'm obsessing.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-81259744955539928512008-05-10T19:19:00.003+00:002008-05-10T19:29:01.348+00:00earRing a ring of roses<a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gillian_stuart/2481319234/" title="From little things by Gillian Stuart, on Flickr"><img style="float:right;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2022/2481319234_6d7449503d_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="From little things" /></a><br /><br />I got my ear pierced, well just one, the plan being to do one, let it heal then do the other when I can take out the earing and replace it with a transparent keeper. Now I could have done the other one at the same time but I think two earrings just look effeminate on a guy (no the irony is not lost on me) but I am now so excited at having an ear pierced I am going to have to go and get the other done even tho I need to the more expensive piercing so they can put the plastic keeper in from the get go. I'm a bit shocked, it didn't hurt, not at all, I mean nothing, zilch, not even like pricking your finger, now I know how easy it is I wished I'd just got a couple of studs pierced in for SParkle and taken them out afterwads.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-32159476154411493762008-05-08T18:17:00.003+00:002008-05-08T18:34:25.646+00:00Well no surprises thereSo today I woke to the news that the Olympic torch had summited Everest, pretty much as I expected there was completely unidentifiable video, no panoramas, no video of anything recognisable like the Hilary step, and most telling of all, no images that had the metal tripod that marks the summit of Everest, oh and mounteverest.net reported that the Chinese party summited "in spite of climbers watching live from Kalapattar spotting them aborting above second step.". My conclusion - they faked it. <br /><br />It's so unecessary, theres no shame to failing to summit Chomolungma to use the Tibetan name. If they had been a bit humble from the start and came down saying 'we gave it our best shot but she didn't let us go up' they would probably been applauded. Instead they arrogantly asserted they were taking the torch to the top then stationed armed men with permission to use lethal force to cover up any fakery. They would honestly have seen men shot dead to make sure their stupid little flame was safe. <br /><br />The sentiments from the climbing sites I read was 'Now go Home' I couldn't agree more. Oooo the more I read about this evil crowd the more angry I get. I'm going to stop now because I could post link after link about these executing, organ harvesting, human rights abusing, torturing, tibetan occupying liars. Everest.net was cyber attacked after posting critical articles, I wonder if this site will pop up on their raday. <br /><br />I'll not watch one second of this tainted Olympics.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-15191918784372980772008-05-04T18:07:00.003+00:002008-05-04T18:56:50.583+00:00A bit of politicsYears without cigarettes - ONE!!!! as of today Sunday 4th May 2008 wheeeeee.<br />Days without Wine - uh oh this is bad, I can't remember, either it's been too little wine to rememb er or too much to remember.<br /><br />Big disappointment yesterday, I had arranged with friends to get my ears pierced, they were getting tattoos and I was getting my ears pierced but one of them fell ill and the tattoo fest got cancelled boo hiss, I am so doing this and in time for Sparkle.<br /><br />This week was riot day in Zurich but I gave it a miss this year, theres only so much getting tear gassed you can have before it stops being fun, thats not the politics tho. The politics are me wondering what the trannisphere thinks of the Beijing Olympics? This tranny finds it abhorrent, I'm disgusted that the olympics was awarded to an oppressive dictatorship to whom human rights is an inconvenience. I am incensed at the lies coming from Beijing, the Dali LLama behind the tibetan riots? come off it! believe a regime with a history of torture, execution and organ harvesting, or a man respected for his peaceful views. It wasnt even close to being believable and thats what winds me up the most, some assumption that we are so stupid that they dont even have to try to make up a good lie. Oh how I wanted Gordon Clown to make a statement along the lines of 'We are deeply concerned at the allegations of the Chinese authorities regarding the culpability of the Dali Llama in the recent protests in Tibet, we have offered the assistance of Scotland Yard in the investigation and look forward to the arrival of the evidence' or some such words.<br /><br />I understand the arguments about being inclusive and you can't talk to someone if you are not talking to them but come on, theres talking to them and theres awarding them the olympics, what a joke, so much for the olympic ideal.<br /><br />So what triggered my outpouring, it was <a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7371975.stm">this:</a> Having a small love affair with the big mountians I have been following the story of the torch going up Everest. Well trying to follow it given Beijings love of media control and manipulation. I've been suspicious from the get go, you don't just take something up Everest, you *attempt* it, now they have shut down the mountain to make sure theres no one around to see whether they do it or not, they are going to fake it, I just know it. In the spirit of the Olympic ideal the have got Nepal to site a military checkpoint at base camp with authority to use force and a mountaineer has already been removed for daring to have a tibetan flag. Damn I am so angry.<br /><br />and I hope I have no Chinese readers who take offence because I am not having a go at the people of China, on my one trip there I found the ones I met to be lovely but hey, your dictators suck.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-32112078037472222622008-04-08T17:12:00.005+00:002008-04-08T20:45:08.853+00:00Got my mojo workingI think I might be back in the tranny groove. After the fun of having to get made up and dressed up for Flickr Tranny Day, I was off for a flying visit to London with friends <a href="http://www.kissmypanties.com">April</a>, Laura, <a href="http://www.karolcross.com">Karol</a> and <a href="http://www.fionaclare.com/">Fiona</a> for dinner and drinks. <br /><br /><a target=blank href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gillian_stuart/2395887381/" style="float:right"; title="Three Amigas by Gillian Stuart, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3183/2395887381_b337c6a5c2_t.jpg" width="100" height="75" alt="Three Amigas" /></a><br />Yes I know it's just three of us but April takes pics and Fiona doesn't like pics being taken. It was a lovely lovely night, a small but nice Bistro in London, then lots of wine and nattering, well I was driving so not much wine but lots of nattering and catching up, I loved it. I forgot to check the reaction of the serving staff, I guess because I don't expect approval or disapproval no more than I would think to comment like that if I was in boy mode.<br /><br /><br /><a target=blank style="float:left"; href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gillian_stuart/2395896787/" title="last one of the night by Gillian Stuart, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2371/2395896787_2b9d3b4478_t.jpg" width="75" height="100" alt="last one of the night" /></a><br /><br />What I was really tickled tho was that at the end of the night I was loathe to change back, thats the really tranny test, I hung about at Aprils for ages chatting and trying to postpone stopping being Gillian but eventually it was late and sleep was needed. We took some pictures on her roof too which was dead good fun<br /><br />Roll on <a href="http://www.sparkle.org.uk">Sparkle</a> and yes I shall be flying back dressed!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-25947812168618079972008-03-28T21:39:00.003+00:002008-03-28T21:43:25.374+00:00Tic TocBlog o' clock<br /><br />Flickr Tranny Day is approaching, and just for the sheer devil may caredness of it I did a group too<br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/groups/ftd/">F.T.D</a><br /><br />the trannispere expects etc etc.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-9782903305694196502008-03-25T19:49:00.003+00:002008-03-25T20:02:47.040+00:00View from the doorNot 10 mins ago my downstairs neighbour buzzed at my door, after first making a fool of myself by thinking it was the downstairs telecom and trying to speak to him through it I opened the door and we exchanged pleasantries and had a quick natter, after he left I closed the door and turned round to see:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/gillian_stuart/2361330293/" title="View from the door by Gillian Stuart, on Flickr"><img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3231/2361330293_2c3c6e1a60_m.jpg" width="180" height="240" alt="View from the door" /></a><br /><br />on my sofa the detritus of last nights dressing up session, wig, strappy top, denim mini skirt, ballet pumps - bugger!<br /><br />Wonder if he saw, ho hum, good job I don't care so much about 'that sort of thing' these days :>).<br /><br />Btw, 4 more days to Tranny Flickr Day!!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-42146210651645963842008-03-17T21:48:00.002+00:002008-03-17T22:16:42.450+00:00Transapathy, it stops hereToo much apathy in the trannysphere just now, not enough flouncing about in girls clothes, it has to stop, now or as soon after now as is trannily possible. (ok I'm stretching the use of 'tranny' there a bit). <br /><br />I had some horrible trannying the other night, I was sitting at home, veging 'wish I was being a girl tonight' I thought, but between me and the me I wanted to see in the mirror was a couple of hours of plastering and making good with my good friends Rimmel and MAC. So the solution was easy, go to it with the brushes and the lip gloss orrrr (and heres the clever bit) just avoid mirrors (taps side of nose with finger to indicate extreme cleverness). So it started easy enough, I just slipped a skirt on, my legs were shaved anyway so I didn't have to catch sight of non girly legs. Skirt led half an hour later to a top, a top didn't feel right without boobs, so on went a bra and boobies, then intoxicated by this feeling of feminine grace and beauty on went a wig and then it all went wrong. Concerned that my faux hair was sitting like a patient but rather scruffy cat atop my noggin I stole a glance at a mirror - Oh You Stupid Tranny!!!! I looked ridiculous, the fragile mental image that I had managed to construct came crashing down, from Sandra Bullock to Sundry Bollox in one short look.<br /><br />I got really really embarassed and couldn't get everything off quickly enough, I think thats what a 'normal' (for values of normal) bloke would feel wearing girls clothes, silly, very very silly. Lesson learned.<br /><br />However, like the song, the malaise remains the same sooooo I propse Flickr Tranny Day, I Gillian Stuart, being a transvestite of sound mind and sexy body (I made that bit up) do hereby commit to posting a picture on flickr of me wearing girls clothes on 29th March 2008, said pic to be taken anytime in the preceeding two weeks. <br /><br />There! I've said it, now who else is up for it? get up off your arses and be men, get that slap on and get into that dress! are we trannies or are we err normal people. No excuses, no 'too busy' no 'too tired' no 'but I'm in prison'. Just do it!Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-17457730932979442122008-03-05T19:13:00.002+00:002008-03-05T19:26:06.253+00:00Blimeydays without cigarettes, heck knows but somewhere over 300<br /><br />where have the last few weeks gone? I'm suffering from a malaise, I just can't be @rsed at the moment, which isn't to say I don't want to run about the place in girls clothes, it's just that when it comes down to it I can't be bothered making the effort. In an ideal world I'd have a makeup artist and dresser every morning to make me look gorgeous for the day ahead, probably a full time epilationist too (not sure if that exists or not but it damn well should do). I'm not sure I can even be bothered to go to Sparkle this year but I reckon I will, if only to see friends who I am sadly losing touch with and this year I shall be more focused in my socialising instead of the scatter gun approach I seem to adopt.<br /><br />In other news, I had a friend over this weekend and outed myself to her, rather odd, she sent me an xmas card of a father christmas wearing stockings under his outfit and said 'this made me think of you' so I quized her about it and she eventually broke under questioning and said she could just imagine me wearing womens underwear, tch the cheek of it, so I told her and she was cool about it and borrowed some clothes too.<br /><br />I came across this by accident, I thought a 10 minute video was too long to watch (ok I have a short att - oooo look a butterfly) but 25 seconds into it I was hooked, get to 25 seconds and you'll see why. Theres quite a lesson there and a helluva message to digest.<br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tIyt8oSLVs"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_tIyt8oSLVs" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object>Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-51559622995233269832008-01-20T19:44:00.000+00:002008-01-20T19:56:09.141+00:00Feeling flatBit glum today, not anything drastic, just a little ennui. There seems to be an air of apathy around the blogsphere just now and I'm suffering a little from it. Either that or I'm just having a dull life not worth writing about. One thing tho<br /><br />It's a name not an adjective! <br /><br />it miffs me seeing adjectives in names, the most common in tranny world seem to be 'sexy' or 'tart' eg SexySarah, LindaTVTart (these names are fictional and any resemblance to any trannies alive or dead is totally coincidental) I don't get it, whats wrong with just having a name? it's not like it's your real name.<br /><br />Also feeling a little selfishly glum. A friends just had a date that she said went really well and that just underlined my single status. Not that I'd have been filled with glee had her date been a washout, quite the opposite but I've been feeling a little lonely since the ayahuasca caused my ex obsession to become an ex-obsession (how clever was that?). Seems my obsession was keeping me company.<br /><br />In interesting news, who has heard of Henry Rollins? well not me, but I got invited to go along to one of his spoken word 'concerts' damn it was good, what an interesting and articulate bloke, a very pleasant couple of hours were passed listening to his tales of travel and his viewpoint on life. Then a quick youtube search later and I'm watching him on stage beating up someone from the audience, funny old world.<br /><br />But I wouldn't like to paint it<br /><br />No thats wrong isn't it.Gillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20493498.post-23473948536620414072008-01-05T20:35:00.000+00:002008-12-11T04:25:13.068+00:00Thank you Mexx<a target=blank href="http://eshop.mexx.com/is-bin/INTERSHOP.enfinity/eCS/Store/de/-/EUR/MDDisplayProduct-Start;sid=2QRAPmRu6B5FvSMQriFKvGQNNEL3Yref8bc=?ProductSKU=ST223-5DQ"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6G7bIKGmceoL_zM6HVSvGr57s-MUNm7vt4T5ySo51-00na-fP1QtFe8wdY7hbnRtudoFdqD0i4iHyYRgZv1W7pbFcd-diMkcXshfyyQhd__lKTss1QNP6a-ZXdl9drDHuX2nM/s200/ST223_5DQ_FV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152094606562342562" /></a><br /><br />This week I've been mostly obsessing over a Mac and I don't mean a computer. I just saw it by accident in Mexx and dared myself to go and try it on, so I did with all my German ready for 'it's for me is that ok?' well no one approached me in the shop so I just tried it on (I decided it was too tight) and left feeling like a wierdo as no one had spoken to me. So all week I've been dreaming about it it's been calling to me, so this morning I went off to Zurich to another Mexx store to look for the larger size. Heart beating strongly and too fast as I approached the store, from a combination of going to be open about wearing girls clothes and expecting to have to use my rubbish German. A lovely assistant bounded up and I asked for the size I wanted and she explained that it was unlikely there was that larger size but she grabbed the largest they had and asked if I wanted to try it on ( I don't know how she guessed so quick) so I asked her to confirm if I could try it on looking at her eyes for any reaction (I do that). Nothing, nada, zilch, no reaction nothing to indicate that any oddness was happening 'Of course' she said and held it for me to stick my arms in it, some humming and hawing and looking in a mirror and I decided to buy it.<br /><br /><a target=blank href="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2195/2169465061_9212aebd9e.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px;" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2195/2169465061_9212aebd9e.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />What a lovely, lovely experience I was buzzing all the way home from that sort of acceptance. When I got home and tried it without the heavy jumper I was wearing and it was perfect, I love it I love it I love it.<br /><br />I really really love it.<br /><br />[Some hours pass]<br /><br />I love it so much I had to get a piccie in itGillianhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14755875712400087514noreply@blogger.com7