How To Avoid Drama In Public (update September 4, 2010)

September 3rd, 2010

I didn’t realize there were so many youtube clips of trannies getting in trouble in public. I have had friends who have gotten in trouble in the past. So I thought I created a page here to address that issue.

How Not To Behave: This same thing happened to me in a New Orleans public bus. I just raised my eyebrows, and felt sad for the modern child who has not been raised with proper manners. I got off the bus with my friend, we drank a few hurricanes and all was forgotten. You can either make an event unforgettable, end up on youtube and Tosh.0, providing techno geeks with free content, or you can just let it go and forget it.

CLICK ON THIS LINK TO OPEN UP MY NEW PERMANENT PAGE: HOW TO AVOID DRAMA IN PUBLIC (with videos of trannies in trouble)

Fashion Advice for Trannies: Lengthen Your Hemline Part MMMDCCCLXXXV (update: 3, 2010)

September 2nd, 2010

Second girl from left: When the penis makes it’s first appearance, it’s time to lower your hemline. Fashion Advice: Panties.

I have waxed poetic ad nauseum about hemlines. But above is a good example of when short is too short, so pay attention, ladies: When the penis makes it’s first appearance, it’s time to say NO to the dress.

Advice for Trans Girls: Walk Softly, Carry A Big Stick (update: September 2, 2010)

September 2nd, 2010

Most of us call a girl with a perky personality, cookie-cutter good looks, and perfect blond hair makeup a “Barbie doll.”

There should be an equivalent name for that in the transgender world.

If you read Miss Vera books, read all the How-To-Be-A-Girl advice websites and listen to other t-girls, then you’d end up being a cookie-cutter T-Girl.

I think many transgirls probably don’t have the confidence to strike out and experiment as genetic girls do. Genetic girls already have their femininity firmly established, and don’t need to re-assert that part of their personae. Transgirls have to fight a three front battle; one against asserting femininity, one against age (age-appropriate dressing, meaning when you started transitioning at 40, in your mind you are still in the springtime of your youth when you reach 55), and finally, and most importantly, the quest for a personal style.

There are two loosely defined groups. The “drag” girls just go for broke and aim for the extreme, hiding lack of style behind a hyperbolic way of dressing and presenting themselves, and labeling it gender social commentary. The “conformist” girls follow the rules closely, focusing on the artifice of femininity aiming to pass. They shop, spend hours on the phone yacking away with girlfriends, talk about shoes like an affliction, and will only do all things “girly.” It’s a sort of misogyny when you wonder, “is this how they view the idea of what it means to be a female?”

No person belongs to one group exclusively (god I would certainly hope not), but we are all somewhere in between.

Sometimes, to know your boundaries is all the battle.

After all, my favorite advice for ALL transgirls still belongs to Harry Callahan from Magnum Force: “A man’s got to know his limitations.”

Back To School Special (Announcing Triangles Cafe Event September 18, 2010)

August 30th, 2010

As lower Connecticut people may know, now that the Brook at Westport has closed down, the only game in town seems to be Triangles Cafe at Danbury. You know, the place with all the tool sheds next lot over. They host a CD night every three or four months it seems. People from as far as Pennsylvania and New Jersey go across two, sometimes three states lines to get there.

September 18 Saturday, is going to be their BACK-To-SCHOOL theme night. Cheerleaders are welcomed too. I can’t imagine 50 or 60 year old school girls. If anything people in that age group should show up as principals or teachers, more appropriate to their AARP cards.

But you know that’s not going to happen. Asking trannies to dress their age is like asking Glenn Beck to wear thong speedoes with Obama’s face on it.

I expect nothing short of retired body builders and running backs showing up in diapers riding a baby carriage. And as usual, I’m going to wear the hottest back-to-school outfit I can think of, appropriate to my age:

Ladies and Gents, FINALLY, a spokesperson for Air Tran Airways (update: August 26, 2010)

August 26th, 2010

For years, I’ve had ongoing jokes about Atlanta’s Air Tran airlines. I’ve even flown them. But now, the passenger airways finally has their very own high priestess of the open skies. I’m very very impressed that the folks over at Dallas Fort Worth Texas are so civilized, open-minded, and accepting. You’d think you’d see this in JFK New York City, but I’ll say this now: there’ll be nothing short of a riot. So you see, it isn’t the greatest city in the world after all.

You can see more of her wardrobe here at The Dirty

And speaking of wardrobe, here’s my only complaint with the outfit above: The Black choker with the camo tank is ALL WRONG.

Futanari Pic of the Day (Udate: August 26, 2010)

August 26th, 2010

I love this drawing. Just found it perusing through my folders last night. Sometimes, a little detail like a blouse, or the way someone looks at their lover makes the difference between just a doodle, and a work of art. Artist unknown (to me). Anyone want to give a heads up, drop me a line and I’ll post it.

10 Girly Things I Don’t Do (update: August 23, 2010)

August 23rd, 2010

It’s funny, whenever I see so many t-girls adopt cliché (please note, I said cliché) girly obsessions, it makes me wonder whether they truly like the activity or whether they use it as some sort of validator to authenticate girl status. I mean, if you love shopping, you would have loved shopping all your life. I don’t see how anyone can go for 40 years frowning every time the wife dragged him to the department store, and suddenly – with the strapping on of a skirt and fishnet stockings- become queen of shoppers overnight. So here’s the list of ten things I guess I never “acquired” from the magic wonderland of femininity.

1. Shopping – I shop like a sniper. I sit around all day and an object pops into my head. I go online and research it until I know exactly what I want. I call up the store to see if they have my size in stock, then I show up, swoop down, try it on- buy three of each, and go home.

2. Obsession for Shoes – Freud once said, “if you’re a guy, a shoe is just a shoe.” Women, infamously have this thing for shoes perhaps to make up for what they lack in other departments. If that’s the case, I already wear three at all times. It would be overkill to think about shoes. I look at them as something that should match my outfit.

3. Chick Flicks – I walked out of Terms of Endearment when I saw it in the cinema. It’s not that I like movies where things randomly blow up, I just don’t like bad movies “about feelings and Julia Roberts’s teeth.”

4. Chocolate – last time I checked, chocolate didn’t relax me, it made me fat.

5. Starbucks Coffee – I don’t need to be seen going about anywhere with a 5 dollar cup of coffee with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s quotes on the side. If I want to exude the image of the worldly woman-on-the-go, I carry a glass of Everclear with an etched in Martin Amis quip when I browse books.

6. Talk Shows / Oprah – It’s such a terrible waste of time, just watching other people’s misery. It’s like slowing down to watch a car-crash. When I want to feel good in that “better him than me” schadenfreude way, I put on World Extreme Cagefighting (WEC) or Ultimate Fighting Championship (UFC) or Pride. Besides, it gets the boyfriend in the mood for a hot night in bed.

7. Rooting for heroes – whoever roots for heroes? They have morals, do good, are sensitive, and save the day. Forget about it! Give me the dark evil abusive bully anyday! Take Stallone, Dolph, Arnold, Stone Cold, Mickey Rourke and put them all together, and I’d still root for Eric Roberts, my kind of anti-hero.

Eric Roberts, who has made a career of wearing beaten-up women on his hand like a wristwatch, in the Expendables

8. Get excited by going out to fancy dinners – I like my food like I like my men: A well-prepared meal is better than a fancy-looking one.

9. Get excited by money and bling – I’m excited by security, not a lavish showing of extravagance.

10. Seek attention – I hate attention. Men who are not preoccupied with anything worthwhile going on in their lives are not the type of men I want any attention from anyway. The only good kind of attention is the bad kind of attention.

FINALLY: THE REAL TOP 10 HOTTEST (ROUGHEST) SEX SCENES IN MOVIES (August 19, 2010)

August 18th, 2010

Lars Von Trier’s AntiChrist is coming out soon. A movie that has so much sex, it had to be edited out for the wimpy U.S. audience, who apparently has no problems watching an 11 year old girl chop the legs off of drug dealers and murdering their innocent girlfriends (Kick Ass). But that got me to looking up other movies with memorable sex scenes, and that’s when I came across IFC’s 50 Best Sex Scenes and 50 Worst Sex Scenes in Movies. Needless to say, I blew past their best 50 and made a bee-line straight for the worst list.

Needless to say, many of my top 10 BEST SEX SCENES in Movies made it into IFC’s WORST List. No Y Tu Mamá También, no Jane Campion women empowering chick flicks, no gay cowboys and no token black movies, no PC transgender inclusiveness…just cut to the chase, full throttle all out sex. You know you want it: I can tell by the way you are sitting on that cinema seat.

1. Basic Instinct

Jeanne Tripplehorn Sex With Michael Dougless Basic InstinctFunny bloopers R us

Great scene. This is what good sex is. No trail of red rose petals, no bubble baths, no Barry White cd’s. No bourgeoisie taking off of the clothes, just tear and enter!

2. Irreversible

My favorite position in full color. Audiences around the world got their panties in a twist over this one. This is standard fair in 90% of the adult films these days. Director Gaspar Noé went on record and said the scene was shot at a static angle because he had to put the camera down. He was shaking so much from sexual excitement, he couldn’t keep the camera straight. (I’m just the messenger) The fact that a gay male character would even consider doing anything like this to a woman is utterly absurd – it’s like running into Jared at Pizza Hut. The way the gay guys at the gay bar were behaving at the beginning of the film is also utterly ridiculous. It’s as if Fox Newscasters who have no frequently experience with gay culture tried to envision recall last night what it would be like to go to one. But that still doesn’t keep it from being a hot scene. If you don’t believe me, just ask the wild animals on the National Geographic channel during mating season.

3. Black Rainbow


The scene where Tom Hulce follows Rosanna Arquette back to her hotel room and she undress from her stodgy Church-gal winter clothes, layer-by-layer is hypnotic. Eventually she gets down to nothing but lingerie with garter belt, before slithering up to Hulce like a snake to flirt with him. You wonder how modesty can turn into lascivious lust in such a short period of time. It’s all about hiding your goods.

4. The Postman Always Rings Twice (1981)
The kitchen non-consensual scene is ok, but after Frank and Cora stage their car accident, that’s a sexy scene: They crawl out hillside only to find they still look too damn fine. So they sit there and take turns punching each other in the face. Now if you ask me, that’s a real commitment to a relationship. All the rough sex in adult films can’t equate to this magical moment. If that’s what it takes to keep us together, so be it, roll up your sleeves…

5. Belle Du Jour
It’s not really about the riding along the forest in a horse-drawn cart awash in autumnal light and Hallmark card loveliness, or the violent yanking of Catherine Deneuve from the cab, then the rape, then the bondage, followed by the beatings that made this scene in my all-time favorite movie sexy. It was immediately (or during) after the sequence when husband Pierre asks, “what are you thinking?” And Séverine shrugs “oh nothing.” THAT, is what made this scene so fabulously sexy. It showed me, at a young age, that fantasy was the gateway to sexual imagination and creativity. And from there, it’s just a matter of gittin it done.

6. Blue Velvet


I love Frank Booth’s entry in Blue Velvet. And just in case there are prudes reading this blog, there are people who also like lovers like Frank Booth. The sexiest scene is when Dorothy (Rosellini) finally gets Jeffrey to hit her. Just the satisfied smile that subtly radiates from her lips is pure gold. If I have to explain it to you, you’d probably never understand.

7. Bluebeard


Marilu Tolo stars as Brigitte, the frigid, militant, often-drunk feminist wife of Richard Burton’s Bluebeard. The scene where they start arguing gender politics, and end promptly with a swift knee to Bluebeard’s groin is my favorite. He then proceeds to grab hold of her, and slap all the suffragist aspirations out of her. Exorcised of de Beauvoir notions and Steinhem manifestos, she suddenly becomes ultra-feminine and truly wife-like, begging the man to take charge. Delish!

8. Girl Next Door


Elisha Cuthbert visits Matthew’s family in a cheery afternoon tableaux right out of a Laura Ashley living room catalog. As Matthew’s mother shows Danielle pictures of her son from the family album, Danielle starts by blowing his father, then making out with his mother, undressing and grabbing her. It’s one thing to bang the son, but to gangbang his entire family, mom and dad, right in that suburban living room. Outrageous and groundbreakingly hott!

9. Tokyo Decadence


Ai is so staid and proper, but she’s really a call girl. When she visits an eccentric John wearing a modest suit, he orders her to take it off and stand against the office window in broad daylight. After hours of standing there – into the sunset – he finally grabs her roughly from the back. The scene is so unpredictable, yet taut in a way good sex makes you anticipate, crave, and explode the moment contact is made.

10. Carnal Knowledge
This isn’t really a sex scene, but it’s one of the sexiest. When Jack Nicholson’s Jonathan visits the prostitute at the climax finale of the movie, and she performs this hypnotic mantra, chanting utterances praising his manhood while the walls behind her rise endlessly to tribal drumming in the background is fantabulously good. Just the cadence and tone of her voice is that pure horniness that separates the boys from the girls. You can write about political correctness until the cows come home, but corner any man away from the girls, and the truth will come out.

Obama, the Cordoba House, and….Bronski Beat? (update: August 13, 2010)

August 13th, 2010

Those of you who have been keeping up with this blog know how I supported the understanding of political nuances in the Islamic culture, shortly post 9-11. I encouraged people to realize that not all Muslims should be accountable for anything remotely connected to 9-11….coming from someone whose favorite childhood structure was the World Trade Center, and someone who saw the Twin Towers collapse from my front porch, that required a lot of effort. But now there is this proposal to build a cultural center / mosque two blocks from Ground Zero. I honestly don’t think it’s a problem, but I do question why there isn’t a Buddhist center, a synagogue, or my personal favorite, the much persecuted about nothing FLDS (Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints).

Unless, of course, the Cordoba House (a name that refers to the Muslim CONQUEST of a Spanish city in 711, where they promptly converted a Roman Catholic Cathedral into a mosque to celebrate their victory, much like the Muslims converted the Hagia Sofia in Istanbul from an orthodox Christian basilica into a mosque after the Ottoman CONQUEST in 1453) is a cultural center for all religion and a symbol of tolerance.

Keep in mind, all you gentiles who have no practical knowledge of Islamic culture, that a mosque traditionally broadcast a call-to-prayer (a beautiful recitation for people who love microtonal music, but would probably give Fox News blondes a coronary) 5 – that’s right FIVE- times every day. Which means, you will hear the Islamic chant when you go to work, at lunchtime, at the end of the workday, going to dinner and at midnight. Do Muslims and Feisal Abdul Rauf who say this is all about tolerance expect all these New Yorkers to put up with the constant Islamic chanting (I love hearing it as it reminds me of a duduk, but 5 times a day, 7 days a week, 365?….what happens if I want to slam a gefilte quiche down on the streets, it will so put a damper on the Zionist ambiance?), especially those who have lost loved ones in an incident that the Middle East and an all-Muslim cast of terrorists were involved in?

Alrighty then.

Greg Gutfeld of Red Eye has astutely proposed to build a gay bar next to the mosque (divide-and-conquer theories aside), so when the devout go to prayer, they will hear Pet Shop Boys, Village People, and most importantly, Bronski Beat pumping out of the doors of the gay bar 7 days a week, 365 days of guys spilling over, making hot, sexy, grabby tongue-cagefighting, while trannies, dykes, and gay bois rock out as the devout try to concentrate on the teachings of Mohammet? (Don’t laugh (not yet)….the Middle Eastern gay dance party Habibi, use to be a couple of blocks north of where the proposed Cordoba House will be.)

They should also call the gay bar The Gaza Strippers, you know….not anything related to conquest, but just like, a totally random, innocuous name. The Gaza Strippers would feature hot muscular sexy dudes dressed as Chasidic Rabbis and IDF Lieutenants in white and blue tighty whiteys, stripping on Tuesday nights while teabagging hot schweaty Matzo balls onto your Long Island Ice Teas at half price. People who pay full price for drinks get a copy of Valerie Solanas’s SCUM MANIFESTO (Society for Cutting Up Men) or at least Shirin Neshat’s oppressed Tehranian women video collection on vcd. Oy!

I’m sure the Cordoba House, which is all about tolerance, won’t have a problem with that.

Because, hey….this IS about tolerance right?

NOTE: If I don’t update this website in 24 hours, I have probably been assassinated and have gone to join Theo Van Gogh. Don’t worry, we’ll be getting drunk together and boogeying down to The Communards. True, you may say, “don’t leave me this way.” But I have to be honest, I can’t survive, I can’t stay alive, without your love, no baby….

What To Wear To Church: How short is too short? When it’s tranny-short, it’s TOO short. (update: August 11, 2010)

August 11th, 2010



Here is a picture of what most trannies would consider too modest for their tastes (click on the thumbnail above for full size motivational poster NSFW):