I wiped another table, I paused for a
moment, looked down and noticed. I stood up again and looked to double
check. I was a waitress. It was the black skirt that gave it away. Short
enough that I knew it was something that would be noticed by others,
workers, customers, may be even a friend that might just come in for a
latte. I wasn’t going to be able to hide this away. It was pretty
obvious who I was presenting myself as and that’s how I would be
working.
The day started with a dream, which Hannah describes in splendid detail, as only Hannah can do. The post ends up with some of Hannah's resolutions for the New Year. Another awesome post, from Hannah.
I’ll let you into a little secret…I blog in the bath! Have done for
nearly 3 years 😄 It’s the only place I can feel sure to get an hour or
so to blog undisturbed. Today is no exception – sorry about the mental
image!
The first paragraph of Anna's post caught my eye and made me smile. This one is a long-overdue post just telling us how it's going.
Catholics are taught to hate and fear trans folk. US Catholic bishops
have signed a letter seeing us not as individuals but as some nebulous
threat: The movement today to enforce the false idea—that a man can
be or become a woman or vice versa—is deeply troubling. It compels
people to either go against reason—that is, to agree with something that
is not true—or face ridicule, marginalization, and other forms of
retaliation.
As someone born and raised Catholic, it pained me to feature this post from Clare, but it needed to be said....
.....all of my life CDing was an impulse, nothing joyful or happy. It was
never at all satisfying. I hated it and I hated myself when I
succumbed. It was never, ever complete. It could be simply wearing a
bra. It might have been getting completely dressed, covered with my
then voluminous body hair, and dressed only from the neck down. I
looked ridiculous and felt the same. Shame and guilt, always. Kandi discusses the triggers that have led to her crossdressing episodes over the years, the feelings afterwords, and her eventual acceptance. I'm sure many will relate.
Last week, for the second year in a row, C.J. walked up to Santa and
said, “I don’t believe in you, but I want to tell you what I want for
Christmas just in case.”
It is a light box suspiciously similar to the ones the kids just tore
into. You set your glass down and start to open it carefully, then you
see a hint of the box, a pink stripe. You get a little excited and open
the wrapping a little less carefully, yup pink stripes of alternating
shades.
I had, perhaps somewhat pointlessly, been worrying about making the
Chams Christmas Party just so. I don't know if it was because it was our
last meeting of the year, or if I just wanted our lovely lot to get a
good night as all of themselves.
And just how did the Cham's Christmas party go? Lynn, one of my fav bloggers, tells us all about it.
I drove
Santa’s sleigh! Yes, I know, like most worshiped characters this one is
a madey up character and my Santa was a lecherous child hater who loved
his Bunny Girl helpers. My job was to load the sleigh ride and run it
for as long as I judged suitable to keep the customer flow going and
grab the moving landscape side-screens if either jammed.
I'm thrilled to feature a rare post from one of our longest bloggers. This is an interesting holiday post, with only the most subtle reference to Caroline's former life.
I can’t tell you everything
about that Christmas, I just know that the real gift was that they were
there at 4am waiting for us to get up, to surprise us. I will never know
that unconditional, selfless love from a group of people again,
something you get as a child from your family. But I will always
remember it, our gift at Christmas.
Beth has shared some childhood memories with us about Christmas Time.
Whilst writing this blog entry, the very thought of being scared of my
own actions is by itself, utterly ridiculous. What am I? Scared of
somehow motivating myself to get everything from storage and begin
wearing it again? As if I would be unable to stop myself?
Irrationally – yes. Will Fiona fall off the wagon? She discusses the prospect in a well written post titled, Scared of my own self.
Sometimes I have trouble inhabiting this body. it has gotten waaaaaaay
easier since top surgery and testosterone. BUT! Do you know what’s
cool about this body? The size of my body is exactly between “boy’s”
sizes and “men’s” sizes, in every way. I love that – it’s kind of
perfect.
Interesting thoughts, from JQ. You'll find the answer to the question in the post.
One of my commitments with the store is to help all people find the
intimate apparel which suits their needs, preferences, and budgets,
including men. Men wear bras for any number of personal and medical
reasons, and I have been a strong advocate in not only helping men
traverse their own unique fit problems but also in encouraging broader
societal acceptance. Through these efforts, I came to meet Shay who has a
medical condition known as gynecomastia which causes the benign growth
of breasts in biological males.
This is a different kind of featured post. It's really not trans-related, but I found this on the Sophisticated Pair blog site. Erica is associated with this store and it's her thoughts, in italics, above. In her blog, she features a guest post from a costumer, Shay. Shay is not trans, but he has gynecomastia and needs the support of a bra. Shay writes about his experiences with the TSA. You can find more about Shay here.
Oh, and since this is a trans-friendly shop, why not check it out.
.....the few
extra minutes that "doing my nails" requires is part of the glorious
process. Like the finishing touch - Part of the feminine differential.
Here's another blog post from Rhonda's Feminine Differential series. Rhonda's nails, and yours, are the subject of this one.
There are exceptions, such as fetish fashions
and cos-play, but the general rule of thumb is to pass you need to dress your
age in a style that suits you.
Passing takes some fashion common sense. Dawn is spot on with her post, Fashionable Sole Trader.
Dru Marland's blog is Upside Down in a Cloud. Although she rarely posts on trans issues these days, when she does, it is a voice of long experience and is well worth reading.
Proposed changes to the Gender Recognition Act will result in a flood of male pervs dashing into women's toilets all across the land. Allegedly. Whoah, though, where did this come from? Where indeed? If you're worried about the prospect, though (and who wouldn't be?) then do consider; when people talk about nasty men coming into the women's toilets to, I dunno, do nasty voyeuristic pervy things, they're actually talking about me. In her latest post “Down the Toilet” she takes on the conservative agenda on two continents.
I am parts male and female, a unique way of going through life. But I
have secrets. I have lived my life putting forth defense mechanisms to
manage my gender issues. My biggest regret is that no one really knows
me, the real, strip all the BS away, me. No one, and maybe not even I
know the real me. Heck, I denied this part of me for almost 50 years.
Only two people know that Kandi exists, and that's sad. Kandi tells you all about it in her post, No One Knows All of Me. This is a new blog listing on T-Central. For the 411 on Kandi, go to her About page.
I freaked out and chose the path of self-destruction. In the very long
and cold early hours of a March night, I felt like I could go no further
in this world and started to take steps to end everything.
2017 started out OK for Jacklyn, but now she could use a few hugs.... She shares her winter reflections with us.
None of this is cheap. So, remind me again of how this would be someone’s life choice?
Emma says a lot in those two sentences, above. In this post, she discusses, in detail, the many costs associated with a male-to-female transition. The dollar amounts can be staggering, especially if insurance doesn't cover everything, which is often the case. Nice post from Emma Morgaine Croft.
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There is a new surgical procedure for Gender Confirming Surgery (GCS)
that is all the rage in the trans community, trans women are demanding
the surgery… but what is it? Is it for everyone?
The penile inversion method and the colon graft method are the two techniques I am familiar with. What Diana discusses in this post should be of great interest as a stand-alone approach or perhaps as a hybrid method of vaginoplasty incorporating both the existing and the new technique discussed in her post.
Where a woman has been attacked or violated recently, she may feel
particularly vulnerable. She may feel a woman’s changing room should be a
safe space, and be disturbed to see someone she reads as a man there. I sympathize with that. I try to be sensitive. I am not demonstrative in
women’s space, but make myself small so as not to be noticed.
Trans women are no threat. We all know that. Clare agrees and has a few comments of her own on the subject.
It was six years ago today that my wild, hysterically funny, often impossible
to deal with mermaid, Barbie doll and wig-loving little boy tearfully
told me, “my whole life I’ve wanted to be a girl.” And, boom,
everything changed.
I love this post, from Julie, the very accepting and loving mother of Jess. I believe this is the first time this blog has been featured on T-Central. Julie's blog dates back to her first post, in January, 2012, titled Jessie.
I had a couple of what I'd call just regular chats with people in shops.
I say regular because they felt no different to how I'd talk to them in
Richard mode. I think you can gauge when people want to talk, and when
you're just intruding on their day or time. I had a long-ish talk about
make-up routines with a specialist in a department store. Much as she's
paid for her patter, she seemed genuinely complimentary about my
make-up. Good to know I don't look a complete mess then! :-D
Honestly, a part of me felt prettier than I had ever felt in my life. In
the past five years I've gotten so much better at makeup, two years of
HRT has helped to sculpt my face, and I've been working my way to a
healthier weight.
Faith prefers the brunette look but oh does she rock the look as a Blonde Bombshell. You'll love this post. It's about fashion, shopping and hair.....with lots of pictures of this absolutely gorgeous girl.
Lucy has
been growing her natural hair for nearly a year now. It is longer than
shoulder length and VERY curly! So curly in fact that it is growing out
sidewards rather than down. This is mainly because she has not had it
cut at all so it has no shape or style.
I love progress reports from supportive partners.....like Avril. It's all good news in, Hair, hormones and Transliving. Did Lucy do anything about all of that lovely hair? Read the post to find out!
Here are the results of a recent survey of genetic women: “A new hairdo, walking in heels and a glowing tan are among the
things that make a woman feel sexy. Freshly applied lipstick,
newly-shaved legs and a little black dress also have a positive effect
on the psyche”
And just what makes a trans-woman feel sexy? Well, Joanna, tells you just in case you don't already know. As is always the case, Joanna says a lot, with relatively few words. It's a quick read.
My breasts grew steadily. One night in May 2013, I went to Angela's
Laptop Lounge. I was still wearing breast forms at that time. A friend
of mine said that my breasts looked comically large. I slipped under
the table where we sat, and removed my forms. I haven't worn them
since, and sold both of my sets of breast forms on ebay some years ago.
I still have the famous "prosthetic" in storage.
Sophie writes about living with and growing breasts and does a pretty classy job of it.
due to my surrounding people and my image I can’t able to
complete my desire. Please suggest something that helps me to full fill
my desire to become a girl without knowing anyone.
I was that 19 year old boy once too. Problem is, that was prime-time for transitioning and I didn't. Assuming this guy has nothing in his mind beyond crossdressing fun, Hannah's answer make a lot of sense.
That said there is a word that has a specific meaning and is perhaps the
most terrifying one in the English language to crossdressers,
permanent. But we should not fear this word, perhaps even embrace it.
Since this blog is authored by a crossdresser, the word, "permanent", does not infer transition. So just what is Jess referring to? Read, The scariest word is Permanent, to find out.
I wiped another table, I paused for a
moment, looked down and noticed. I stood up again and looked to double
check. I was a waitress. It was the black skirt that gave it away. Short
enough that I knew it was something that would be noticed by others,
workers, customers, may be even a friend that might just come in for a
latte. I wasn’t going to be able to hide this away. It was pretty
obvious who I was presenting myself as and that’s how I would be
working.
