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(Energetic)
Published On: 07/13/2009 10:11 AM
I'm taking my heel training seriously. I have two pairs of heels and I want to look good in both. You've seen my pink ones, I'm sure. I'll have to model the others for you sometime. Anyway...
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(Energetic)Published On: 07/13/2009 10:11 AM
I'm taking my heel training seriously. I have two pairs of heels and I want to look good in both. You've seen my pink ones, I'm sure. I'll have to model the others for you sometime. Anyway...
I don't walk nearly as well in them as I should. I end up moving like a duck, when I really want to strut like a swan. If I'm going to do that, then I'm going to need to work hard like I was in boot-camp. Or in this case, high-heel-camp. My girlfriend bough a wonderful book entitled Sex Tips from A Dominatrix by Patricia Payne. I finally got around to reading her thoughts on high-heels towards the end of the fashion chapter, and I was changed. Walk from the hips! Of course, it's so deceptively simple. I think I was walking from the knees. But starting last night I've been following her advice. I'm wearing my heels whenever I can so that my feel get used to the feeling. I'm walking from the hips, because that part of me knows where it wants to go anyway. I'm going to train myself up to four, five, maybe even six inch heels. And the tough of one day being able to wear punishing ballet heels . . . *shudder* . . . I can't wait. But first things first. It's heels around the house from now on. My pretty pink pumps are going to get worked out and worn out, just like my feet. But unlike my feel, I can buy a new pair when the heel brakes. And isn't that the real joy of shoes?
Wendy
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(Content)
Published On: 07/12/2009 06:00 PM
After three weeks of travel, work, and boy things I've finally got down to the big shave that my body needs. Head to toes (now adorned with purple polish). It feels wonderful. There is so much our skin doesn't get to feel when it's covered in coarse hair. I just threw on some slacks, and the feeling of the fabric against my legs is electric. I can't wait to experience pantyhose and petticoats against my bare and bald skin sometime in the future.
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(Content)Published On: 07/12/2009 06:00 PM
After three weeks of travel, work, and boy things I've finally got down to the big shave that my body needs. Head to toes (now adorned with purple polish). It feels wonderful. There is so much our skin doesn't get to feel when it's covered in coarse hair. I just threw on some slacks, and the feeling of the fabric against my legs is electric. I can't wait to experience pantyhose and petticoats against my bare and bald skin sometime in the future.
Wendy
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Published On: 07/11/2009 03:35 PM
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(Content)Published On: 07/11/2009 03:35 PM
Many years ago, I must have been about 14 slinking up to 16, a relative lent me an CD of novelty songs from the nineteen forties and fifties. My love for anything outdated was nurtured. Some call it vintage. I call it "olde timey". As I recall, the title was Merzy Dotes, after the song of the same name. It was a fine album. But the song Buttons and Bows left an impression on me. A female vocalist, Dinah Shore, sang a lovely song about regretting her move to the Old West because it's no place for delicate fabrics and high fashion. For three lilting minutes I was in her place, wanting all those silks and satins and linen that shows. Hindwise, the song was a refuge from my muddled sexuality. In the back of my mind I was that lovely prairie flower longing to bloom in the hothouse of the big eastern cities.
Wendy
PS
For those unfamiliar with this song, here are three renditions. First, the Dinah Shore original.
Bob Hope's rendition from the film Paleface.
And finally, comedy treat from Son of Paleface with Bob Hope, Roy Rogers, and the transcendent Jane Russell!
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Entry Mood:
(Angry)
Published On: 07/08/2009 12:52 PM
I only hate three things. Mistreatment of animals, Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen, and being protected from reality. I recently posted a link to a news article about something that should be important to those of us who like to dress out of our age and gender. It has been removed for sparking a religious debate. It is important for people on this web site to not know about things that could spark such a worthy debate.
And another thing, I used the word *** in my last post, and its been censored. Realy? Fag? I can't use *** here? Even to describe myself? Some of our members like to deficate, or ****, in their pants, and I can't use the word fag? A word that accuratly describes the emotions and intent behind the posting? What does "*** out" even mean? What does any word spelled with all *s mean? Are we all realy that worried that one of our own may become offended by what we write? Can we not even trust ourselves to stop reading when the material on the screne no longer pleases our sensibuilities? Must Sissykiss be another empty medium that hides reality from our senses rather than bringing the joys of reality into focus?
The longer we ignore the way our fellow sissies and ABs are mistreated at home and abroad the longer thay will be misstrated.
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(Angry)Published On: 07/08/2009 12:52 PM
I only hate three things. Mistreatment of animals, Transformers: Revenge of The Fallen, and being protected from reality. I recently posted a link to a news article about something that should be important to those of us who like to dress out of our age and gender. It has been removed for sparking a religious debate. It is important for people on this web site to not know about things that could spark such a worthy debate.
And another thing, I used the word *** in my last post, and its been censored. Realy? Fag? I can't use *** here? Even to describe myself? Some of our members like to deficate, or ****, in their pants, and I can't use the word fag? A word that accuratly describes the emotions and intent behind the posting? What does "*** out" even mean? What does any word spelled with all *s mean? Are we all realy that worried that one of our own may become offended by what we write? Can we not even trust ourselves to stop reading when the material on the screne no longer pleases our sensibuilities? Must Sissykiss be another empty medium that hides reality from our senses rather than bringing the joys of reality into focus?
The longer we ignore the way our fellow sissies and ABs are mistreated at home and abroad the longer thay will be misstrated.
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Entry Mood:
(Bruised)
Published On: 07/06/2009 01:31 PM
I'm sitting here with my bra and panties under by boy clothes and I am bored. I've had two weeks of intensity with no time or means to dress up, and now that I do I just feel numb to it. I feel like I need to totally *** out. Anything to get into a femme state of mind of forget about the past two weeks of sheer manliness.
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(Bruised)Published On: 07/06/2009 01:31 PM
I'm sitting here with my bra and panties under by boy clothes and I am bored. I've had two weeks of intensity with no time or means to dress up, and now that I do I just feel numb to it. I feel like I need to totally *** out. Anything to get into a femme state of mind of forget about the past two weeks of sheer manliness.
A lot did and did not happen. I didn't come out in a big way like I had hoped. I didn't come out at all. I got into a very professional mindset, and that mindset told me that when you are organizing and hosting convention events you don't do it in leopard print jeans, skull bra and fright wig. I also had a falling out with the event group I traditionally volunteer for. I still like them as people, but the three people in charge demonstrated nothing but contempt for their volunteers. I'm not lending my time and effort to their events until changes are made, and at the moment I have little confidence such changes will occur.
But now I get to spend some time alone with my girlfriend for a few days. I'm just going to lock myself in that hotel room (or be locked up in that hotel room, yum yum), pretty myself up, and collect myself. I have 12 books to read and a wonderful woman to make love to. She just called. I'd better be on my way.
Wendy
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