Pristine Angie’s Good Homemaker Adventures at www.d332.com

Finally, a gallery update. I have been away at Asheville, North Carolina. Yes, I was there during the frightful gas shortage, where people were coming to fisticuffs at gas stations. Luckily I was nowhere near those meanies.

Anyway, here is one of my favorite outfits. Only to be worn in the presence of a man after the knot has been tied. All the great Titus 2 Bible teachings will be practiced (”they admonish the young women to love their husbands, to love their children, to be discreet, chaste, homemakers, good, obedient to their own husbands…to be obedient to their own masters, to be well pleasing in all things, not answering back.”)

Our family is Presbyterian, and I was raised as such, but I’m not a very religious person. Although I am looking for a good copy of the King James Bible and the English Standard Version for my library. The two can bookend and gang up on Christopher Hitchens’s God Is Not Great.

The price of a wandering curiosity is that there’s often too much in-fighting on my bookshelves. That’s why I have removed my favorite books to a separate shelf. You know: Obey Him, The Submissive Wife, Fascinating Womanhood, Good Wives, Urban Japanese Housewives, The Pleasure is All Mine, and Pink Think.

My gentle readers know I do not advocate any of these dangerous activities for any woman other than myself. I think women in our society today should be free to pursue whatever goals they chose. If you want to be vice-president or you want to be a stay at home mom, well that’s just peachy. Friends who have met my father - when he was around - will tell you he was a nice, open-minded, liberal fella as well. I guess that’s why the whole traditional ultraconservative male fascinates me so much. For me, the guys who take charge, order for both of us at restaurants, have the opinions, make the decisions, and is the No.1 Kingpin and breadwinner has always made me swoon. (Not to be misread as BDSM masters, which I have no interest in whatsoever).

Take Aubrey Andelin’s advice in Man of Velvet and Steel:

Women must return to their homes and serve their men. They are thinking too much of what they want to do rather than what they ought to do.

The man who allows his wife to hold the reins is also to blame and has failed in his leadership. He must, if he is a man, overpower her and regain his position as head of the household.

She is dependent on his understanding, his unselfishness, and consideration. She is dependent on his cooperation in reaching her objectives. He holds power over her, over everything she holds near and dear. Every desire of her heart is tied to him and his rule over her. When a woman marries, she puts her faith and trust in her husband. She gives up her freedom and moves into his camp.

Can you say swoon, swoon, and swoon?!

This has been a particularly brutal summer. Those of you who know me will understand. I am so glad my favorite season is starting. I can’t wait to return to covering up my neck.

Sorry, didn’t mean to complain on the anniversary of 9/11. I plan to spend the day reading the beautiful story of Philipe Petit: To Reach the Clouds: My High Wire Walk Between the Twin Towers. There is a documentary film recently released called Man On Wire by filmmaker James Marsh.

The Twin Towers was one of my favorite structures as a child. A lesser known fact is that it’s designer and architect (Leslie Robertson is the structural engineer) was Japanese: Minoru Yamasaki also designed the Dharan Internation Airport in Saudi Arabia. The Twin Towers appealed to me in the same way the repetitive structures of Steve Reich, Philip Glass, and Phil Corner enabled my imagination to read into the space between matter.

I spent decades admiring the Twin Towers in all I found in the unsaid. And now, it’s difficult to find something to say for all that is no longer there.

Last chance to wear white before Labor Day!

As promised, here are pictures of me actually out around town with Bob.

Me and Bob at BUMP in Philadelphia on my birthday.

Me at the Shofuso Japanese House in Philadelphia

I have been wanting to get to re-writing my Introduction Page to this site for over a year. I’ve always shied away from paying too much attention to my website, as those of you who know me have already discovered. Any mention of any pictures will bring me here to look up, since I don’t remember which is being referred to.

While attending to my Introduction Page, I noticed many hyperlinks that go in all direction. That’s because this website is 11 years old this August. It has gone through a multitude of changes.

One of the things I promise myself to do more is to bring a camera with me when I do go out with friends. I hate for anyone to think that this girl sits at home and snaps pictures all day. I do go out often, but I never tote a camera along. I also promise to smile in more of my pictures.

Here is the new Introduction to this website (which can also be found on the upper corner side bar of every page entitled Introduction)

Eleven years after the debut of my first website at Yahoo Geocities in 1997, the mere six page Transvestite Freedom Fighter has morphed into a veritable beast in a labyrinthine maze of links. Although all the original pages can be found archived here, the original concept of the website rests on one fundamental idea: “Never apologize for who you are, or what your website is about.” I never understood why transgendered people continually prefaced their webpages with an adult warning content. Transvestite Freedom Fighter was a call to stop associating one’s identity in the same category as explicit adult content.

Eventually, the page changed into The Art of Not Passing. This theme inspected the whole importance many transgendered people put on passing. As a person who is on the fringe even within the transgender community, I saw passing as a curious metaphor for conforming. It wasn’t that I had any problems with the notion of passing. After all, one must pass to experience as little friction in our non-accepting culture, seeing that transgender people are the final frontier for prejudiced treatment in modern day. I simply chose to inspect the idea of passing as a way to illustrate how everyone needs to “pass” according to their environment, in order to survive and function.

I believe the day everyone passes will be the day the label “transgender” gets retired. Much like a global economy and a global culture, indigenous societies and unique voices are quickly being swallowed up, losing their identities.

The Art of Not Passing then became The Solitary Arc, which was just a collection of my writings and pictures. In a way,The Solitary Arc paved the way for the self-identifying d332.com. I’ve always felt that with all the transgender websites detailing every aspect of SRS and transitioning, the collective perception of trans* people is that SRS and transitioning is all we talk about. So I thought I’d reveal instead, the other things that occupy this transgender person’s mind.

I am driven by a sense of happiness that I derive from speaking to the people within the culture. I wanted to provide a modest but positive free website on the internet regarding the community, because we haven’t really been given a fair chance in the public’s eye. Most of what people get from search engine returns either adult sites or argumentative in-fighting within the t* discussion groups (and there’s a lot of that).

Certainly, the group that is closest to my heart, the brash, self-descriptive gay transvestites, have been disappointingly under-represented.

So here I am.

I have been transgender for over thirty years. I don’t plan to transition fully, but I’m going to get a few bumps put on here and a few bumps taken off from there. Anyway you cut it, both the male and female anatomy are gorgeously remarkable works of art. I am struck by wonder when I think about the beauty of the human body. I am not a hormone-taker, as I feel that sex drive is one of the critical lifeforce in sustaining the great human imagination.

My increasing preoccupation with the home-making Stepford Wife has made this website arrive at the point it is at today. Although I am a staunch advocate for women’s rights, equality, and feminism, I also believe that everyone should be able to live free and chose the life they want to lead. Stepford Wives, and more importantly for me, the docile Asian “Lotus Flower” are social constructs. The difference between the two is that one lives in comfort and modest luxury, while the other has to make do with bargain-hunting white males. For my personality type, the choice is clear.

Human beings are constantly in danger in their coexistence with viruses. But we shouldn’t flatter ourselves as superior beings. Instead, we should take the path of virus mutation as an ideal, and develop accordingly. I want to continuously, energetically, and joyfully change, morph, improve, learn, and absorb knowledge, wisdom, and humane lessons with each passing day.

This, for me, is the most important transition: to be a human being first, and a transgendered person second.

So relax, make yourself at home, and enjoy!

Click on the Picture to go to 5 more new pictures in my Photo Gallery

The genre of Futanari comics shares all the same features as its Japanese cousins Manga and Hentai: it has characters that can spasm into dish network-sized eyes and Hindenburg shaped mouths, office women and schoolteachers who can’t seem to focus on their tasks, and skirts that are way too short. But Futanari has one thing extra.

I’m always befuddled by how the Japanese, with their polite and courteous public face has pulp entertainment that far exceeds their Western equivalent. I mean we have Bettie Page and Nutrix, but how long ago was that?

The Japanese, the same folks who put pixelated (formerly black ovals) over all private parts in printed matter, look down on the slightest faux pas in social exchanges. My question then is, where are the people who are reading this stuff.

We may never know.

I guess like the barrier that hides, what we don’t see can only assist in running our imagination amok.

This week’s bonus: One Easter Egg in the Photo Gallery.

Well, here’s more snaps from the new improved Photoshop CS3. Very little retouching here, now that I’ve gotten that old fire detector out of the way!

Well, as promised…before the week is up. The photo gallery is officially caught up to date. From here on in, it’ll be all new stuff.

Here we are. As promised. More pictures, daily updates, and I’ll get my gallery together before the week is over. You can count on it!

I have updated my RSS Feed, so if you guys have a newsreader, you can simply do a search and type in “www.d332.com” and you’ll instantly subscribe to all the updates from this page. I am going to do it every day, so there’s no lag. I can’t promise it’ll be pictures every day, because I believe in quality over quantity. But I can promise they’ll be daily updates, and more pictures.

Above is a picture of me in 2003. One of my all time favorites from all the pics in my gallery. Nothing’s changed that much, except technology. What used to be a grainy 1.8 megapixel shot has been updated here today, courtesy of Photoshop CS3.

I know I know, people have been asking about the updated gallery. I’ll get to that before this week is up.

Promise!