photo addicts

You know, it's nutty but I just had to post this piccie of me. Everyone who knows Tgirls knows we're almost as much in love with the camera as with our boyfriends. Quite likely we're almost as addicted to the reproductive image as that strange bunch of people commonly known as 'The Celebs'.... eeeek!

Unlike the Celebs, we Tgirls at least have a modicum of control over which images we choose to let fly in the wider world. I mean, what paparazzo in their right mind would hang about in a cold bush waiting for an unsuspecting Tgirl to take off her wig and frock??!!

I was just about to remove these black stockings and slip on a tan pair of holdups when a BF snapped this pic. It shows me in a totally abstract unguarded moment.. and I love the fact that I can't for the life of me remember what was going through my mind.. ho-hummmmmmm.

the trees are our friends

A close GG friend popped round for an early lunch - I did us a yummy rocket salad with shaved romano pecorino. After munching she suggested we take a stroll in the park... provided she could re-do my make up first! Well, GGs always know best so, in retaliation, I insisted that we both wear skirts. She's one of those girls who wear jeans with everything.. even when she goes off on a special night out. Also, I absolutely refused her suggestion of a gloomy burgundy lipstick and, despite her moans, plumped for a nice shiny pink.

Without noticing, we ended up driving miles across London 'cos we were nattering so much and almost missed the languid sunshine. The days are sooooo short this time of year that one minute the sun is above the trees and the next.. eeek.. the late Autumn light vanishes as it dips out of sight. It was nice enough to leave our coats in the car and we saw lots of flies and wasps who must have woken up especially for a last sunbathe before winter.

After an hour of wandering, the temperature suddenly fell and we hurried back to the car feeling like a pair of twits for not having brought our coats along after all. My friend snapped me with her cameraphone one the way back and if you examine the piccie carefully you'll see that even my goosebumps have goosebumps... teehee.

it's a mixed up time of year

I was at invited to a swingers party once where a man in a rubber mask told me a rather silly story.

There was once a lonely Tgirl who fell madly in love with the local magician. The magician got pretty annoyed with a Tgirl following him around as people started to gossip and giggle when he walked past. So he called theTgirl in to see him and said, 'See here. I can't afford to have a guy in a frock following me around. To be blunt, it's bad for business'.
The Tgirl, who was totally smitten replied, 'Is it these heels? Do they make me look slutty?'
'No, it's not your heels...'
'It's my handbag, isn't it? I know it didn't match the rest of my outfit properly', interrupted the Tgirl.
'Look!', said the exasperated magician. 'Here's what we'll do. I'm gonna give you a magic potion. It'll turn you into a female.'

Delighted at the prospect of winning the man of her dreams the Tgirl eagerly gulped down the potion, even though the liquid fizzled and gave off an eerie green mist. It tasted awful, like toothpaste and coffee mixed together.

No sooner had the Tgirl drained the cup than she changed into a female - a female goldfish. She was left helplesly flopping and flapping her fins in her now discarded clothing, gasping for air. The magician deftly filled a plastic bag with water, popped her in and headed off to the local funfair. That poor unfortunate Tgirl - she was offered as a prize on the tombola stall and won by a gross ugly boy who, as soon as he got her home, fed half of her to his pet bear and the other half to his rat. Eeeeeek!