Thursday, June 11, 2015

And Last

I used that subject last week as well.

It happens.  Click to enlarge (the cartoon not the imagination)
This is a hard post to organise and a hard post to write.

This will be my last regular post.

When I first started writing I found an audience.  A small audience.  Then one day, Femulate linked to me and my readership rose.

I decided that if the daily average fell below a certain level, or if I had no ideas for a week, I'd end the blog.

Something else happened.

I've always had time management issues.  I've tried a variety of programs, planners, structures... none seemed suited to me.

A few weeks ago, when my to-do list was out of control once again, I simply made two short lists:

Wants                                              Musts

Letting Meg go out was on the wants; a few years ago, it would have been a must, which I found interesting.  Some other recreational things were on the wants list; some were absent completely and I took that to mean I didn't care if I do them or not.

But writing my blog has moved from wants, where it probably was six months ago, to musts.

That's wrong.

Too many nights when I think I'm ready for bed instead I announce "I'll be there soon.  I have to put up a post for tomorrow."

I have things to write about.  At a minimum, I wanted to work at and critique Kathe Perez' voice program.  The world is changing for us and this is a wonderful forum to both share and learn.

But I believe Thalia is telling me to stop.  I trust my muse.  I'm afraid if I don't, she'll walk out and I'll ramble and jabber for a page every day and you won't enjoy that and I'll just embarrass myself.

If there are any comments here, I'll post them.  I may write an occasional post.  I hope to spend some time on facebook (username Meg Winters) if you want to join me there.  So far, I barely get on, but maybe that's because of the blog committment.  Give me a chance to ramp up.

I miss the blog already.

You can write me at youCanCallMeMeg@gmail.com and I may even try to figure out google+.  I keep getting notices that someone's adding me there, whatever that means.

I'm also on twitter but that's where I follow just a few people (one trans) and only post occasionally, mostly political dross.  I may expand into trans topics; right now if I get on twitter once a week that's a lot.  I am @ThePollyTicks.  Polly Ticks is my nom de nouvelles when I feel like annoying other readers on The Washington Post site.

I leave you with someone who did a better job of saying goodbye than I'm doing.  It was clear, it was succinct and it was a beginning as well as an end.  Change is good.  And buy a copy of Exploring Calvin and Hobbes.  It's a wonderful read.


The final Calvin and Hobbes strip. Click to enjoy!
We've got five years, stuck on my eyes
We've got five years, what a surprise
We've got five years, my brain hurts a lot
We've got five years, that's all we've got



Wednesday, June 10, 2015

Penultimate

Didn't I use that subject a week or so ago?

 A few months ago someone from a Spanish company called Translingerie contacted me.  They said they had a line of gaffs and asked if I'd like to try one.  I did, although I had my doubts.

The gaffs I've seen were thongs, and I tried a thong once and found it incredibly uncomfortable.

They sent me one of their gaffs and I made two discoveries:
  • it worked GREAT and
  • it was still too uncomfortable for me.
It has some extra support to keep everything where it's supposed to be, and clothes over it looked amazing.  I wore my tightest dress and there was not a sign of Something Extra.  But I couldn't wear it for more than a few minutes.  My goal was to give it a day-long test but I really couldn't.

I would recommend it, if you want the smooth front you should have, and you're good with wearing a thong.  If you're like me, I'd recommend a pass.

I just checked their webpage.  They expanded their line and I'll be back there in the next week or so.

By the way, a few years ago I ordered a gaff from a site called SuddenlyFem.  The website is actually crossdresser.com.  This is not the same as crossdressers.com (plural) which is a great forum site.

The Suddenly Fem site had a lot of gaffs, in different colours.  I ordered one, and I also ordered a few other items, but that was just kind of "while I'm ordering the gaff, why not" stuff.

When my order arrived there was a note: "sorry.  We're out of the gaff you wanted."  They didn't replace it with another colour, or e-mail me asking if I wanted to replace it, or anything along the lines of what I'd call "intelligent."  (Example: I ordered a tape deck a few years ago.  I got a call the next day from someone at the company who said 'I'm really sorry but we're out of that one.  Would it be OK if we sent you the next higher model?'  Well, duh!)

The rest of the items were absolute junk.  I placed them directly into the trash.  But that's not the worst.

The following month, and for years after that, they sent me a PRINT CATALOGUE in the mail.  The package was unlabeled, but if it had opened or was damaged or if a kid opened it I would have found that embarrassing and hard to explain.  I wrote the company and said "please stop sending me the catalogues."  That had no effect.

They still send me e-mail, which goes directly into the (virtual) trash bin.

Do yourself a favour and order from a reputable company, NOT suddenlyfem.  All you'll be is suddenlyrippedoff.


Tuesday, June 9, 2015

My Friend Beth

A few weeks ago, I said that I wasn't going to be linking to trans-articles unless something special occurred.  There were so many stories that they weren't really news anymore.  It was great!

Here's something special....  Last week The Washington Post had a long article about my friend Elizabeth Taylor.  It was headlined

Learning how to be a lady? For the transgender market, coaches help.

and it was about more than my friend Beth but she was featured (along with Erica, for whom she was doing makeup).  It also links to her website.  If you want to get a Liz Taylor makeover, I think you're going to have to make an appointment way in advance.  If you're going to only be in town for a day or a few, let her know.  I'm not her appointment secretary but I bet she'll bend over backwards to accommodate your schedule.  She's just a nice person, as I wrote when I first met her.
Beth's expertise

My writeup of my experience at her skilled hands starts just over a year ago, and is in this post and the next few.  Pictures of the great job she did are included, and more are here, on her website.

I recommend a visit.  Tell her Meg sent you. ;-)

Bulletin!  My little cockatiel, whom I wrote about when I bought him, said I should call her Cait and to enforce it, she laid an egg!  There has been no sign of the father.

Monday, June 8, 2015

I Never Thought I'd Need So Many People

Five years.

On 7 June 2010 I wrote A Bit of an Introduction and I've been blogging pretty much daily ever since.  That's over 1800 little pieces of my life.  Amazingly, it was almost three weeks before I posted a face picture of Meg (other than a thumbnail).

I've met a broad (pun) variety of people, some just virtually, some in person.

I re-read that first post, and I realised that I haven't changed much.  My world, and the world changed around me. 
My home situation changed in ways I couldn't imagine and more people know about Meg.

The T-world has changed in ways I couldn't imagine.  Barely a day goes by without a news  story about the community, and, for a change, they're not about violence towards us.

And I believe I've changed some other lives during those five years.  And if there was just one, that would make every minute worthwhile.

I learned so much from my readers over the last five years.  As David Bowie said (and I quoted) I never thought I'd need so many people.



Sunday, June 7, 2015

Sunday Funnies

The Fusco Brothers.  I've featured them in the past.  Apparently I've been enjoying them for a while: some of these go back to 1999!

The brothers are Rolf, Lance, Al, and Lars, and the pet is a wolverine named Axel. Click to enlarge.

Today's a big day for me, by the way, but like any important holiday it'll get postponed one day in deference to Sunday.

















Saturday, June 6, 2015

Off the Mark

Mark Parisi's Off the Mark is a long-running panel strip.  I found it in the Funny Times years ago and while going through old issues (this was July 1992!), I found one I liked; it's the first one below.  I flagged it to scan and post and then I remembered.... 

Off the Mark is searchable!

So I first keyed in the obvious keyword (lingerie) and found a few I like.  Then I keyed in the more obvious (to us) keyword (crossdress) and found a few more I liked.  I know I've done that search before and I posted a few of the results I enjoyed but I think it's been a while.

Mark requests permission for use of his cartoons.  I'd like to post the one I wanted to scan, but I won't post more.  If you go to his website you can do those same searches and find a couple of dozen fun cartoons on our favourite subject. Maybe you'll find something funny on a different topic.

Also, keep in mind this would probably be funny in a different way to civilians.  Or 20+ years ago.









Friday, June 5, 2015

Another Year Older and Deeper In Debt

Happy Birthday to Me!  But you knew that.  I have a facebook page. :)

I had an opportunity to go to the sort-of-monthly soirees last Saturday.  Due to a time change, I though I didn't have enough time to get ready.  But I really did.  But I didn't know.  By the time I found out I really had had enough time, I no longer had enough time.

Before I thought I was in time trouble, I took a long shower and shaved everywhere.  I haven't dressed since February (wow) and I was thinking "the work is done.  It's all fun from here on" but, again, I thought I didn't have time to get ready.

Background: I have two less-than-perfect knees.  It's not birthday-related.  I damaged them long ago, doing high school gymnastics.  Mostly they behave but I've had episodes where they feel neglected and manifest that in a number of nasty ways: pain with movement, or swelling, or failing to support weight.  It's always unpredictable.

Saturday night, during the time I would have been at the soiree, my right knee decided to stop doing it's job.  I almost fell, then I limped around the house, swinging my weight onto my left leg because if I tried to stand on my right I'd fall and probably do a bit more damage to the weak joint.

Imagine that in heels.

Thalia's still watching over me.