Showing posts with label psychology. Show all posts
Showing posts with label psychology. Show all posts

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Lipstick personality chart

My lovely one had this years ago on a bad xerox copy...this is an electronic update, but the same inventory.

You probably have seen it before...

http://www.martinarmand.com/Lipstick_Shapes.html


I'm a sharp angled tip btw

Friday, March 27, 2009

Whew...domestic bliss


Thank god.

This week has been like a whip snap mop attack, my nerves stretched thin, my exhaustion complete. Thanks work. Thanks job, I couldn't have done it without you...

Plus, I haven't femulated in sooo long.

(in my mind I'm tapping my fingernails, red, long, self-manicured, along the kitchen counter)

Until tonight.

Interesting behavorial observation:

During the last twelve days (I get to go all out one night a week, and my general, subtle feminine ways are allowable during the rest of the week. Putting it that way sounds bad, but what it really amounts to is baby steps. My wife is allowing this to grow, but prefers an organic, slower process--I'm down. I prefer it quick and fast) perhaps out of conditioning, perhaps from my heart, I have found myself mentally skipping from male dominated energies to female dominated energies at an hourly pace. Most of my life the female urges have been dominated by waves, to borrow the metaphor from Petra but now I find my energies switching more frequently.

It's nice. I will monitor. I will report, report, report.

But I digress...so finding myself alone for an extra two hours this afternoon and gasp...went outside to take the trash to the bin, in 5 inch heels, boi jeans and a gyrl tee, allowing my feminine steps to enlarge at the hips and shorten at the knee. It feels natural that way, and cautious too, for I am not gliding in 5 inch heels, 3 yes, in 5 I'm more than competent, but my grace fades at times from lack of experience.

And I have begun the evening with casual attire. Sandals, jeans, cheap Big Lots blouse (bland but serviceable in a variety of outfits), and a 70s orange headband

And after a break a black pencil skirt, pink blouse, hose.

And after and after and after....

Thursday, February 26, 2009

Gender Assignment: Spoon, Knife, Fork


Interesting day.

Before my Intro to Psych class one of my students came to me distraught for she had come out to her mother, and was kicked out of the house.

Her mother took her cell phone and car keys (as if that’s going to make her straight) and basically told her all the cliché horrible things conservative religious parents say to gay children (am I being stereotypical? Shame on me!) The girl is just a freshman in college, and maintains a high GPA, avoids booze, drugs, and according to her even sex. Her mother implied she'd rather her daughter be knocked up than gay.

What? WTF

She slept in the car.

Though we are south of the Mason Dixon Line, it was cold last night—26 with an evil wind blowing.

The girl is tough and will pull through; still my heart went out to her.

Later in class we discussed gender—which always leads to discussions on sexuality. I used the classic Spoon, Fork, Knife exercise where students must assign a gender to each utensil.

Spoon (at least every time I’ve done the exercise) was female.

The Knife, male.

The Fork, well, the fork was TG today.

Sometimes the knife has been TG.

Note: TG isn’t an option I give them; it’s always assigned by the students in the seminar.

How would you assign them?