Oscar Blah

My back has been barkin' all week. You know what that means? Grumpy Momdy. All the tea and beer in the south could lighten my demeanor. However reading all of my mister-sisters/and signified others who roll around in trans like it was fur have kept my spirits up.

Am trying to get on with my literary career (was nominated for a Pushcart Prize in Poetry this year, which is like Rob Redford saying, "Come on to Sundance!")

I'm rambling. Back pills. Red wine.

The Oscars have not impressed. The nominated films do. I think the scrim upon the awards shows is tattered. Do we want to watch blank, vacant celebs spend thousands, and as an industry, millions?

I'm trying to be a thrifty T-girl and buy used, or close-out.

I 'd like to get some pants/jeans/slacks but I'm afraid my skinny male behind will thwart me. Any suggestions?

Oh, for SFCDGF...Cassidy Bryn is a viscerally more light name than my homme name, than my feminized homme name...stephanie (which I don't hate...it's just like why bother sticking with something so mundane when living something that is much more?). Cassidy evokes my prankster mood, my penchant for pretty names (it rolls, it lingers in the mouth, the double ss make it sexy) Bryn is my fav Celtic femme name, and though my heritage isn't worn on my sleeve, it is given its place.)

Warm days

The mercury hit 70 today and little miss thing shook it in the sunshine.

Plus! Accessories: two new scarves, an edgy black leather belt with cute studs (yes, cute) A great light pink empire blouse and a cool blue gypsy skirt.

Pumps arrive tomorrow

So does my new wig!

My little tranny head is going to explode! Wee!

New Dress. Thrift Store Bargin. 4.99

Love thrifting. Love it.

And honey, in my town there are three thrift stores and one cheap, cheap, cheap, broke-ass Big Lots-type department store (which is bargain hunters dream/hell...sometimes you can find a killer denim skirt, or a nice sweater dress, and then nothing...

for months.

Which means you troll the thrift stores, like some clothes junkie, your heart rate jacked, as you thumb through the stale fashions.

But let me digress...

Thrifting rule number one: shop for basics, and timeless looks/fabrics: i.e. wool skirts, shrifts, scarves, sweaters, cardigans, turtlenecks, and the like.

Crossdresser's guilty pleasure: floral print dresses, skirts, tops.

God,I swoon. All the girls I loved before wore a variation of such wispy femininity.

So this dress was a boon.

One size too big for me, but it is a comfortable fit. I am a tall large shouldered, but slender man, and sport an 18. This, alas is a 20w. Still it fits well it the arms, but makes my already shapeless, hipless (oh for an hourglass!) self seem even more so shapeless and hipless. Needs taking up. Or padded panties, and a upgrade in the bra and tissue department. A summer project.

For the price, nice.

For the memory/sensory associations, priceless.

Loving Life

I am in love with life.

Winter's glassy winds are keeping me wrapped up in tights.

What would the world be without them?

And baubles and beads. And baubles and beads.

It has been decided that I am a 36c. Which I love. I'ma tall girl, 6'3 and slender.

I favor wools, and knits and cheap department store knockoffs.

Make-up has become my friend.

I am a straight married cd/tg. And my awesome wife, and true love and I have compromised one night of the week when I be alone and express my feminine self. That one night when I feel free and normal, which is ironic

because

because well any normal person would think I was a freak.

A tall, slender man-woman/sissy, no doubt.

But I feel beautiful, and pretty and happy.

I won't post my face, but everything else is up for show.

I will try to focus on crossdressing on a budget, and being a rural southern crossdresser and transgendered person.

And of course t-related news, and art and cultural reviews.

After all a girl has to have something besides herself to talk about.

Ciao