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Published On: 08/11/2009 03:31 PM
...to GenCon Indy 2009.
Published On: 08/11/2009 03:31 PM
...to GenCon Indy 2009.
I'm going to be spending 5 days working and looking for work in the best gaming convention the world has to offer. Will any of you see me there? You just might. Ask nicely and I'll tell you where to find me. I'll be bringing MAIDS, so maybe we can play together too. And undying love and support must go out to the Gaymers. I'll looking forward to hanging out with them as well.
Wendy
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Published On: 08/05/2009 11:16 AM
I know at least one person reads this blog. That would be my girlfriend. It's been helpful. I'll say a lot of stuff here that I would otherwise be unable to vocalize in the presence of another human being. But I also think she is the only person who reads this. That's fine. I can't be selfish with other people's eyes. But if all this blog does is facilitate communication between myself and a woman who is dear to me, maybe I should retire it. Or at least move to somewhere with more visibility. I don't need a public blog to share with my girlfriend. I think I know her well enough to share things now. Anything I can't say I can write and send to her direct. What I really need is to start a blog for the modern emerging transvestite.
Published On: 08/05/2009 11:16 AM
I know at least one person reads this blog. That would be my girlfriend. It's been helpful. I'll say a lot of stuff here that I would otherwise be unable to vocalize in the presence of another human being. But I also think she is the only person who reads this. That's fine. I can't be selfish with other people's eyes. But if all this blog does is facilitate communication between myself and a woman who is dear to me, maybe I should retire it. Or at least move to somewhere with more visibility. I don't need a public blog to share with my girlfriend. I think I know her well enough to share things now. Anything I can't say I can write and send to her direct. What I really need is to start a blog for the modern emerging transvestite.
Wendy
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Entry Mood:
(Hyper)
Published On: 08/03/2009 07:10 AM
My heart still trembles, my veins still itch with the heady throb of adrenalin. I'v just emerged from the most frightening wake-up call I have ever experienced.
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(Hyper)Published On: 08/03/2009 07:10 AM
My heart still trembles, my veins still itch with the heady throb of adrenalin. I'v just emerged from the most frightening wake-up call I have ever experienced.
I lay in bed, asleep, shortly after sunrise. A rumble explodes through the room. It is an active, aggressive, mechanical groan. It comes from all sides. As I bolt from the bed like the flightiest of gazelle, some focus comes. It is in the room. This hollow metallic roar is coming from within the room. The sound has grown, my prodded instincts remaining the tone as a living presence seeking to fill the room. i dash about, alternately seeking to find and to flee the sound. And there it is.
My silver vibrating egg, the one I keep for play, has somehow turned itself on. It rattles against it's own battery case and the hollow surface of my dresser, making a sound like a cask stocked with raging bees. I turn the thing off, and after a stunned moment in blessed silence, I laugh.
Wendy
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Published On: 08/01/2009 08:03 AM
At this point I must ask, who reads this? So many projects I have been associated with have died due to a lack of feedback, but I keep coming back here and posting and posting again. I love posting here. But am I posting for an audience, or am I posting for myself? I always get feedback for my photos, but is that like the feedback I got for the two stories I posted to the forums? For those interested, Heated Regression and Wendy's New Taste are still here. And by feedback I mean silence, except for the single post that requests more pornography. Heck, I don't even know what these stories mean. I had a blast wiring them, but why? I'm a straight man who happens to enjoy dressing as a woman. So why do I put myself in scenarios where my sexual abuse at the hands of another man in inevitable?
Published On: 08/01/2009 08:03 AM
At this point I must ask, who reads this? So many projects I have been associated with have died due to a lack of feedback, but I keep coming back here and posting and posting again. I love posting here. But am I posting for an audience, or am I posting for myself? I always get feedback for my photos, but is that like the feedback I got for the two stories I posted to the forums? For those interested, Heated Regression and Wendy's New Taste are still here. And by feedback I mean silence, except for the single post that requests more pornography. Heck, I don't even know what these stories mean. I had a blast wiring them, but why? I'm a straight man who happens to enjoy dressing as a woman. So why do I put myself in scenarios where my sexual abuse at the hands of another man in inevitable?
I know why. In sex, I love power exchanges. An exchange of power excites me to no end. And for a straight man there is no greater power exchange than sexual abuse at the hands, and other parts, of another man. It's the secret fear we all carry. Women, take note of this. This is going on in your man's head. Maybe not often, but it happens. And when it does it sticks with him for days. This is the cause of "gay-panic." This is the phantom we must exorcize from ourselves more frequently than we will ever admit.
Thank you for your time.
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Entry Mood:
(Sleepy)
Published On: 07/30/2009 11:50 AM
I really am. But its almost over. I've had a terrible cold for the past two days, but it is thankfully entering the final phase. I should be all better by tomorrow. This leaves me with nothing to do but read in bed. My guests are Ray Bradbury, Stephen Hawking, and Robert E. Howard. They're doing a great job keeping me company and my spirits up. But one thing this is making me realize is how boyish and un-fun my pajamas are.
Entry Mood:
(Sleepy)Published On: 07/30/2009 11:50 AM
I really am. But its almost over. I've had a terrible cold for the past two days, but it is thankfully entering the final phase. I should be all better by tomorrow. This leaves me with nothing to do but read in bed. My guests are Ray Bradbury, Stephen Hawking, and Robert E. Howard. They're doing a great job keeping me company and my spirits up. But one thing this is making me realize is how boyish and un-fun my pajamas are.
I've spent all my time sick in thick green flannel pajama pants. And while they keep me warm, they have no sass. They're the green of an old mossy stone, not the playful green of Tinkerbell's tunic. I need some girly pajamas. Something I can really curl up in. Something with pastels and kitten prints and too many buttons. Something soft like my lover's hands. Then I can convalesce in style.
Wendy
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