Layer Cake

A few weeks ago I was talking to a friend. She has been an out and about T-girl for some time. This was only my third time out and she was kindly showing me something of the Manchester village. She was also making me look extremely frumpy, as she is rather lovely. Her girl friend was even lovelier and I felt like a thorn between two roses a lot of the time. But I thoroughly enjoyed the night. Anyway she said something that got me thinking.

She, and a number of the other girls I met were not wearing a huge amount, obviously wig, make-up, boobs, nails and shoes and of course clothes (in my friends case a tiny top and a very short skirt) but nothing like the layers I had on.

If you don’t want your illusions dashed look away now, but I was wearing three pairs of tights, two flesh coloured opaque to hide the hair on my legs and a pair of fishnets, a gaff (see the trannysaurus if you need an explanation), a pair of magic knickers to flatten my stomach, a pair of padded panties to give me a bum and hips, boobs, a bra and of course a wig, make-up, shoes and clothes (which included sleeves to cover my arms). After a bit of dancing I was sweating like a cornered virgin. I can only imagine what it would be like if the weather had been like it has been through July.

What she said was that when she first came out, she wore a lot more than she did now, but as her confidence grew as she went out more and more so she was able to feel comfortable as her femme self with less and paraphernalia. At the moment for me it is akin to walking out naked, stepping out en-femme, even though I am wearing enough clothes to open a charity shop, it’s the feeling of vulnerability, self consciousness maybe even embarrassment. I don’t get out often, so I can only hope that one day I’ll have the poise and confidence exhibited by my friend.

Too Hot To Blog

I can't believe its three weeks since I last blogged. Things have been quite hectic and the presence of my girlfriend has meant I have not had much opportunity to sit at the computer and let my muse flow (or what ever it is muses do). also theres been no Doctor Who or Football to fall back on. I have however been reading blogs and flicking through flickr. So I am roughly up to date on what has been going on. Siobhan posted a link to an amusing article which reminded me of Jerome K Jerome (for some reason) and also of this.

Anyway I'm going to go to bed now to sleep or melt, or most probably both.

The Next Big Thing

This one is for all those out there who like computer games. On the off chance you have not heard of this.

Its called Spore, and if it lives up to its promise this is just might be the greatest computer game ever written. I’ve been following its progress for a while now. The are some videos available on the net. Heres one.



What I particularly like is the idea of sharing content, when you create something, it gets uploaded and other people playing on their own computers, may encounter your ideas within their own games. So as long as there are players, there is new content.

I also found this, which I also thought was pretty cool.