funny guys

Having a chat with my luvly Tgirl friend Jenn (mwaaaah) the other day when she asked me about my funniest encounters with men-things. Gosh - that set me thinking. I guess most of my odd man-thing experiences have taken place with honourable members of that virgin breed - yes - the First Timers.

I'll chat some more about first timers in the days and weeks to come but for now I'll just tell you about one particular guy who pulled me a couple of years ago. He was by no means the oddest character I've touched flesh with in the course of my promiscuous Tgirl life, but he was one of the most selfish... teehee.

How can I describe him? Typical Lucia material, really. Six two, hairy broad rugby playing specimen with that mouth watering hunky 100% male physique. He was a bit on the shy side. Usually, I'm attracted to the pushy dominant ones but this guy was a CATCH!

Daddy was a something or other with a tiny piéd a terre round the back of Kensington and there we taxi'd and quietly crept in. Like any well-tempered T-chick, I had my 'tool kit' with me. I love being given a full physical work out by a handy guy but far too many man-things tend to flare and die like mini supernovas (know wot I mean, gurlz???!!) So, it pays to carry a few penetrative toys to enable them to finish what they've started.

I let the guy have a dig in my kit as I went for a pee and freshen up. Imagine my horror when I re-emerged and found him in a cheap bra and suspender belt. He was red as a beetroot with embarrassment but still had the cheek to hold out my strap on and ask me, in the most pathetic halting manner, to give him a good shafting.

Well, sweetniks.. your lovely Lucia grabbed her bits and was out the door in a shot. Honest to blog, pegging fellas is absolutely soooooooooooooooo not in my book of joys. I leave that stuff to their girlfriends!!! Meowwwww!!

we live in a bendy world

yes.. it's true. We live in a bendy world. Bendy trees, bendy light, bendy dildos. The last one was discovered by that famous Tgirl Alberta Einstein whilst dressed in his flapper outfit.

I was looking at some amazing pictures today of a risqué club in Weimar Germany (way way back in the 1920's). It was a club where all the girls dressed as men and all the men were dressed as girls and.. wow.. the place was packed! I was fascinated by the looks in the faces and the more I gazed at them, the more I could see a disturbing mixture of cheeky hedonism and raw fear, as though everyone had foreknowledge that a fabulous party was about to end with a fatal gunshot.

You can't help but wonder what happened to all these wonderfulwomen with their serious man suits and cigars and these lovely Tgirls with their cloche hats and maryjanes. It's not hard to imagine that the ruthlessly pragmatic ones joined the evil Nazi Party and made a career of inflicting horror and misery on other people while the fearless uncompromising ones were rounded up and thrown into death camps.

You see, history isn't very bendy. It just stomps all over us...

hibernate

Felt like stretching my legs before bedtime so I popped out for a quick stroll. Very quiet for firework night.. must be the extreme cold and the great wreaths of icy November fog slowly creeping up the streets. Didn't see barely a soul in fact - which was a relief! You man-things can never appreciate just how unwise it is for a Tgirl to wander alone late at night. Take the area where I live for example. I think the governments been handing out special grants to nodlinks and nutters to encourage them to come and live round here. And probably they're paid an extra fat bonus for scaring GGs and Tgirls.

Sometimes I wonder if us gurls should join the hedgehogs and tortoises and spend winter in a deep and ruminative state of hibernation, But, hold up!!

It's soooooooooooo obvious when you think about it. Why don't we all become raving nutters? Then the whole wide world could have a big 'Nut-In' and live happily ever after.