04Oct / 2013

So do I want to join a Harem?

Which one’s the eunuch?

Is it just me, or do all girls get the wildest, weirdest, most preposterous propositions all the time? Or maybe it just happens to Tgirls? Anyway, here’s the latest:

I’m sitting in a cafe in Florence with a girlfriend, and this Middle Eastern guy keeps staring at me. I guess my top was pretty low-cut, but really — believe me! — I wasn’t at all being purposely provocative. He wasn’t bad looking himself; and from his tailored outfit, you could tell he had money and taste. So he sends this other guy (butler, employee?) over to our table to ask if I would like “an audience.”

Is the guy some kind of royalty? Naturally, I’m intrigued. So I go over to his table. It turns out he knows who I am — has even read my blog! And quickly he gets to the point:

“I wish for you to be my guest.” He touches my hand and looks deeply into my eyes. Then he motions to his butler sidekick to hand me an envelop and explain to me all the necessary details.

The envelope, I can sense, has money inside — but the ungodly amount I could never have guessed. Stunned, I listen:

I have been invited to one of his palaces, where I will join other girls, perhaps 10. Since I am the only girl who is not born a girl (and am still pre-op), I will first have to have an orchiectomy! Not to worry: the castration will be performed by the very best surgeon.

“But if the prince is attracted to transsexuals like me, why must I be castrated?”

“A eunuch is allowed to join a harem, but a man is not.”

“Why not just go ahead and pay for my complete sex-change?”

“Because then you will no longer be special.”

TO BE CONTINUED>>>>>>

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18Sep / 2013

How to Love a Tgirl Who Writes

Please let me concentrate…maybe!

1. I need alone time. Your sexual needs are secondary to my need to sublimate my own considerable sexuality into my work. Be patient. The good time I’ll eventually show you will definitely be worth it!

2. When I dress for work at my laptop, my attire may be sexy lingerie or even a French maid’s uniform — not for your voyeuristic pleasure but because feeling ultra frilly and feminine is so fun, even inspirational, for me. Really. For I’m my very own muse.

3. You — and even your cock — might provide material for my work. I will write the truth, even (especially) if you’re a lousy lover.

4. I will flirt — and possibly even do a great deal more — with others in order to build a readership. When it comes to art, the means always justifies the end.

5. Let me chew and suck on a pencil or pen without your assuming I have unsatisfied oral urges. My brain is just searching for the perfect word. Really, I promise. I’ll suck you later.

6. When I’m not writing or reading, I’m probably making myself pretty for you. Thus can be justified the time and expense spent getting my hair and nails done or going to gym. Housework is another matter, however. A desk whose surface is clean often spells a cluttered mind. So don’t bug me about being messy, and I won’t nag you about your dried cum all over the bedsheets, in my hair, on my panties, or wherever…

Thanks for your understanding, sweetie….

Perfect “skin” for my laptop: Mermaid, Me!

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19Aug / 2013

The Serious Shemale

Instead of short shorts….

….What if my latest fashion purchase was referred to as “sea-level-rise-induced-by-global-warming hotpants,” would I then begin to be taken more seriously? Not that I pretend to be a real intellectual or anything, but still….

Why don’t people take us shemales seriously? Is it because we’re perceived as boys who just want to be bimbos? The truest and most authentic of bimbos who’re only interested in and motivated by sexy, dolled-up clothes — and, of course, sex itself?

But “regular” transsexuals — those who follow through on SRS (sex reassignment surgery) — are often treated with the utmost dignity and respect. (That is, obviously, except among Philistines and homophobes!)

Not only are transsexuals like Jan Morris (the travel writer and essayist) and Jennifer Finney Boylan (the English professor and author) greeted with respect, even awe — but also are considered intellectually serious thinkers worth paying attention to.

Part of the reason, of course, is that shemales are often associated with porn and prostitution. While I personally have never done porn, I readily confess to having worked as an escort (just a euphemism for prostitute!) But getting paid for sex (or often simply my companionship) did not deter my intellectual curiosity. To the contrary, I read more now — and am better-informed — than I’ve ever been. And each of my clients was like a richly nuanced character in the very greatest novels and/or a deeply layered case study in the most intense Freudian psychoanalysis.

My mission, then, is clear. It’s simple. You can guess what it is!

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02Aug / 2013

“Passing” Pains

Should one go shopping dressed like this?

In a remembrance I just wrote of my very first week living “full-time,” I found myself recalling how happy and thrilling it was:

http://www.wattpad.com/22008442-mermaid-me-chapter-4-24-7-my-first-week-as-a-woman#.UfrAKo3I1Lc

But that’s not the whole story, I now realize. Memories are tricky, and it’s easier not to recall the pain.

Especially painful was the ridicule I risked whenever I was caught not “passing” as a real woman. By the time I started living “full-time,” I had enough practice — not to mention invaluable coaching from both T- and Genetic-Girl enablers! — to fool just about anybody. But, before that, I had my share of mortifying missteps.

The worst were around children, running in packs: “Look! It’s a man! A man dressed up like a woman!”

Children, not yet “civilized,” say exactly what they think. So the horrible conclusion — which, thankfully, I didn’t draw at the time — is that a lot of adults must have “read” me, too. They were simply too polite to say or do anything but ignore me.

But now that I know I pass I never want to be ignored — and dress accordingly!

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23Jul / 2013

Decisions, Decisions….

Am I doing this right? Posing for a camera is harder than you think!

Am I doing this right? Posing for the camera is harder than you think!

Do I dare? Go topless, that is. It’s commonplace — going topless — at beaches and spas around Europe. But, still, I worry and wonder.

Most men couldn’t tell — and wouldn’t care if they could — but I know most women could spot right away that I’ve had implants. “Not real,” their eyes would say. And if my boobs aren’t real, what else about me is not real, too?

I’m inviting needless scrutiny.

And then there’s this: I think tan lines from a bikini top are incredibly sexy. Don’t you?

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07Jun / 2013

The Ethical Slut

Do I or don’t I? Tell, that is.

The handsome guy is ogling you, especially your boobs.

“They’re not real!” You blurt out, followed by the sheepish explanation: “I got implants last year.”

I think all would agree that’s a stupid thing to volunteer, right? Stupid, but maybe also the right thing to do? For it would be ethically wrong not to reveal that which is false about you?

Without getting into the philosophical question of what’s really “real” nowadays, I do want to ask:

What’s the right thing to do for a Tgirl who passes? Stay “stealth,” or feel morally obligated to announce to any would-be admirer: “I”m not really real. My clit is really big and looks like a cock.”

My girlfriends — they’re both real friends and real girls — think I should always play stealth. They think it’s fun when we go clubbing.

What do you think?

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16May / 2013

Is Sexting Sexy?

Do you like my hair color?

All bodies are, of course, flawed (especially mine!). Is that why I never pose totally nude for the camera? Maybe. But more:

It’s easier to be sexier when partially — indeed, even fully — clothed. I’m not saying anything new, of course. So the question is: why do guys I hardly even know keep sending me digital close-up’s of their penises?

If they’re simply exhibitionists, I could understand. But most of them apparently think it’s the equivalent of sending me a dozen red roses — a way to win me over, seduce me, make me want to suck and fuck them.

It’s become a pet peeve of mine — these penis pictures. Oh, how I long for a suggestive photo of an ever hardening bulge in an attractive man’s well-tailored pants! Now, that’s something I could happily imagine wrapping my mind — and my lips! — around.

“Imagine” is the operative word. Leaving some things to the imagination is what the very best, most erotic, sex is all about. Frisson, anticipation, creative tension, stories to be told, narratives to be developed, yearning/longing to be explored, bodies to be made beautiful.

So “upskirt” I’ll do — and I’ll have fun doing it, flashing a crotch shot while clad in a chic bodysuit. But a clinical, pantyless, between-the-legs close-up — no thanks! I’ll spare you.

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22Apr / 2013

Look at Me

Someone needs a new smartphone!

To see yourself as others see you? Or to create the self you want others to see? Either way, you’re an object — most likely, a sex object! So how to explain the proliferation of so-called “self-shots” on the Internet?

Two methods are most common: (1) photographing a reflection in the mirror; (2) photographing one’s self with the camera in an outstretched hand. A third (pre-smartphone) method involves using a traditional camera’s timer or remote-controlled shutter release.

Before photographs there were paintings, of course. That’s when mirrors — or reflections in things like silver teapots, in 15th Century Europe — to capture one’s own image were first employed. Interestingly, almost all significant women painters, much more often than their male counterparts, have left examples of self-portraiture.

These self-portraits of artists open a fascinating window, critics have found, into the self-perception of people with psychological issues typically associated with artistic temperaments.

But what of today’s nude or provocatively clad self-portraitists? What are our psychological issues?

These advertisements for one’s self often convey a strong sense of narrative — as mundane as the style and color of the undies we choose to wear on a particular day to vignettes of fantasy, role-playing, and fiction.

The fact that I am brazenly offering myself up — rather than being secretly seen by a third-party observer/photographer — might make me an even more desirable sex object?

For I’m asking for it, right?

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13Apr / 2013

Reflections: What the Mirror Sees

Don’t you just love the Wet Look Legging Look!

When I look in the mirror, whom/what do I see?

More interesting question: who is the “I” behind the eyes?

Do the eyes belong to the horny teenage boy I once was? Wow, what a hottie!

Or has my vision now been altered along with the rest of my body? I like it when you think I’m hot!

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01Apr / 2013

You Sexy THING You

Leder Leggings! How cool (how hot!) are they!! From a fashionably chic shop in Switzerland.

Am I a person or a fetish? A human or a thing?

Without leather leggings (as pictured) — not to mention the matching thong and demi-bra — do I even exist? Snug leather (once animal first-, now human second-skin) is not the only clothing fetish, of course.

Your basic bra-and-pantie set are enough to ignite intensely yearning desire in some men; real, alive women are not even needed to fill the undergarments; just to finger them and touch them is apparently sufficient. (The cum stains found on these garments afterwards attest to the validity of this not unscientific observation.)

So when I don a male admirer’s requested (and requisite) black mesh hose and garter belt and stiletto heels, I realize that what I have between my legs, so out of place on a real woman, is like a fetishized garment too. As much as the hose and the heels and garter, he wants my male genitals to be there — even if I do not.

If only I could unscrew them and take them off and place them gingerly in my lingerie chest when, satiated, he leaves….

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