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Did I mention in one of the previous posts re Transactshon that there will be a lucky door prize of a Dream Date with me?

I might have actually just thought that.

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Looking forward to seeing you too Belindabelle x

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Looking forward to seeing you Joanne! x

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I couldn’t agree more Tina!

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Good girl – I’ll bring a model wooden boat and we can have a Viking funeral for it in the Yarra xx

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Isn’t it wonderful to see a few social things popping up again

The big thing is ladies that if we don’t support these types of events then there just won’t be any so anything you can support benefits everyone now and into the future.

I’m looking forward to seeing everyone at Transactshon in October – I can promise you it will be a hoot! For those who were at last year’s Transformal, I’m also considering having a sacrificial burning of “My Boy Lollipop” as a casual no cost event over the weekend. Caroline I know will be particularly interested in that xx

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Although Saturday night will no doubt be spectacular I think the Emma & Mel Talent Quest on the Friday night will be a sensation!

Have no fear girls it will be on late enough to ensure more than enough bubbles are consumed prior xx

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Rosemary wrote:

Hi Emma, new topic for your super quiz, if you ever went into politics, are there any politicians or other world leaders you may model yourself after, such as;
• Margaret Thatcher – The Iron Lady
• Imelda Marcos – owned over 2000 pairs of shoes
• Julia Gillard – First Australian female PM, and my ex local member a few years ago
• Boudica – British Celtic Queen who led an uprising against the Roman Empire in AD 60/61, noted for a chariot armed with sword on its wheels
• Bronwyn Bishop – Noted for her hairdo’s and Helicopter rides
• Eva Perón – First Lady of Argentina.
• Hillary Clinton – Long suffering wife of Bill Clinton and his friend Monica
• Queen Elizabeth II – The Queen
• Queen Victoria – Mother of about 12 children, her and Prince Albert were busy
• Queen Elizabeth I – The Virgin Queen
• Marie Antoinette – The last Queen of France
Your most welcome to add any other woman of note to your profile.
Rosemary

Well I need to declare initially that I do know Julia Gillard. She lives around the corner from me and can often be seen in the same cafe I frequent. A very nice person who always stops for a chat.

I can see myself as a bit of a blend of many of those, and others, you mention above Rosemary. If I were a benevolent despot, and let’s face it who here reading these words wouldn’t want that, then I think you could reasonably expect:

– The class and style of Marie Antoinette, complete with her attendant disregard for ‘the little folk’.
– The decision making of an Eva Peron.
– The choice in life partner’s of an Eva Braun.
– The blackmailing abilities of Harriette Wilson (look her up)
– The career choices of Empress Theodora (look her up too)
– The marketing abilities of Imelda Marcos (She organised a Manilla International Film Festival in 1982, amazingly attracting most of the big stars of the day. Just prior to her magnificent modern Film Centre building being completed there was a serious accident where scaffolding collapsed and 169 workers fell. Imelda, not wanting any delays, had them buried where they landed with quick drying cement. The Film Festival was a disaster and the following year they had a second one just playing Porn films)
– Oh and I’d also bang as many of the staff as I could just like Queen Victoria did.

Essentially though, all these traits I already possess so I would not be strictly modelling myself on any of these great women.

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Caroline wrote:

Dear Emma,

What do you find most irritating about some Trans people?

Do you think they are aware of that themselves?

If not , Is it polite to point that out to them?

An excellent question Caroline! There are two types of Trans folk who seriously give me the s***s. They are:

1. Those that see our so called ‘community’ in degrees. By that I mean they degrade, or speak down to, those they do not think are truly Trans, or more importantly not as Trans as they are. I’ve been around a really long time and can hold my hand on my heart and say that the only true discrimination I have ever seen or experienced is among the Trans community. As I think I may in some small way be an influencer I enjoy baiting them and calling them out as they are generally the first ones offended by anything yet, somewhat inconsistently, have no problem with offending others.

2. The other type I get highly annoyed with these days are the wannabe’s. If I had a shilling for the amount of times I have had online or email discussion with girls who say they want to do so much more yet come up with every excuse under the sun why they don’t I would be extremely wealthy. There is a notorious one here in SA who has done this for at least a decade – I won’t name her – and everyone here has heard her bullshit so often that in some cases jokes, and even songs, have been penned about her little ways. They are generally identified to the casual observer by the following identifying traits:
– they have used the same profile picture FOR EVER.
– they chirp in on conversations saying things like ‘Oh I’d love to go….but I can’t in this phase-of-the-moon’ or some equally astonishing reason.
– they counter any attempt to do anything with weak excuses.
– they often post information on fashion or items related to feminizing on Facebook without any intention of buying anything themselves.
– they are on every Trans site imaginable with that same solo profile picture.

Hmmm should we call them out? Yes absolutely. I was a bit ambivalent to that until I actually asked myself that question whilst writing this response. I mean what difference will it make to them? Not a bit I suspect but it will do me some good and hopefully alert others.

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Michelle_Alan wrote:

Ah the joy of rice infused sockets in your bra. Always bought a smile on eating the subsequent rice pudding! And I thought I was the only one who used this technique. Being an engineer though several pairs were used to contain the filling. Also discovered the knot sought of looked like a nipple. No passion test though unfortunately!

As an engineer also Michelle I was most concerned that my credibility was greatly at risk by a failed bird seed boob job but I need not have worried…my credibility was always seriously at risk.

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Mine was a little bit different to most. I was a struggling uni student always on the hunt for extra ways to make some money and unlike today, uni was 5 days a week then not 2 days as it is now so flexibility with part-time jobs was tricky. I landed a gig, amazingly, doing Singing Telegrams – a job I loved as everyone was always pleased to see you. Anyway, the business I worked for also did Bucks and Hens nights. I had resisted this option for some time as it sounded a bit boring until I learned that topless waitering (we also wore these highly uncomfortable leather thong things) at one of these Hens things paid double what I was getting running around in a giant chicken or gorilla costume. I did the Hen’s nights for about 6 months and got friendly with one of the other staff who was doing much the same thing. One night he asked me, somewhat hesitantly, if I was interested in doing a ‘private’ party for even more money than we were getting doing the Hen’s nights which I of course immediately accepted. What I didn’t know then was that the gig involved us being dressed as French maids with full makeup – the lot. The show was a semi regular event held in Wayville for what would euphemistically be called then a group of ‘confirmed bachelors’. To cut a long story short, I liked it (the money, the dressing, and the attention) and the rest is history. I eventually started just going out to local gay clubs and pubs dressed just for fun…there was a number of years in fact when, on the average Saturday, I would play quite a high level of Australian Rules football, rush home and get girlied up, and then spend the night ‘on the town’ as Pinky Pinkston which was my name back then in my 20’s. I still have friends from my Pinky days today.

PS: Like a lot of football clubs do, one year we decided to hold a Beauty Contest among the playing group at a Sportsman’s Night to raise some funds for our footy trip fund. I won it easily, and was complimented extensively on how far I’d gone to achieve my female ‘look’. I’ve always felt a pang of guilt about that prize lol.

Of course the fact I have 6 x sisters and was pretty well brought up by a bunch of fiesty aunts had nothing to do with my inclination and easy adaption to our lifestyle.

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Fay wrote:

Emma I can totally relate and have experienced the droopy stay ups. Or should that be fall downs! Also totally agree that target brand are the most efficient at staying up.
Fay

There is nothing worse Fay than going out on a Saturday night and having to deal with any droopyness I think we’d all agree xx

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Rosemary wrote:

Hi Emma.
An interesting story for your weird place. How about this for a Super Quiz question, what is the kinkiest outfit you own or have owned or both, photos may be attached but please consider Adrian’s blood pressure before submitting photo’s to your answer.
Rosemary

Despite our friendship over many, many years I think I may raise dear Adrian’s blood pressure just by turning up. She loves me though so I generally get away with it….I’m like her naughty sister (or perhaps an annoying neighbour?).

I’ve not owned many kinky outfits over the years surprisingly….I do occasionally trot out in a lace corset number and back in the dim dark past my favourite ensemble used to be a cheerleaders outfit which featured bright blue sequined hot pants (I was in my 20’s then and could get away with it…I do have a pic somewhere which I will dig out). I can admit to you though Rosemary that I am in the process of putting together a Wonder Woman outfit (classic Lynda Carter style of course) to flounce about in – not for anything specific but just to wear out on the town. I have desperately wanted a Lasoo Of Truth for many years now.

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LucyClarke wrote:

Distressing events for a lady of such delicate disposition – were smelling salts required

Sadly Lucy these type of events are all too common in my life and always seem to have been….I guess that’s just my lot. A night out with me can include stopping a bank robbery or staging one. I’m a pretty random chick.

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LucyClarke wrote:

HI Emma

Im wondering if you were always the picture of sophistication and elegance you are today, but whats been your biggest fashion disaster you or your sister bubbles have had, back in the early days maybe.

Lucy

Nothing gets past you does it my dear Lucy? You have hit the nail-on-the-head by pointing out my sophistication and elegance (I hope you’re paying attention to this Adrian) but, yes, there have been disasters in the past. Let me rattle off a couple of notable ones:

– Like many of the more mature ladies here on TGR I would, back in those days of horse drawn crossdressing, make my own set of bird seed infused breastforms. On more than one occasion in a fit of passion on the dance floor these arts-and-crafts forms would burst and shower those immediately in the vicinity with a cascade of My Fancy product. You would then have to do ‘the walk of shame’, with a trail of said bird seed spilling out from your nether regions, to the nearest toilet to clean out seed from the most intimate of places and of course abandon the form which did not break to avoid looking like The Hunchback of Notre Dame’s sister.

– I LOVE wearing stayups. But like many of us what brand suits one individual does not suit another and via trial and error you go through them all painstakingly until you find yours. I prefer Target stayups (surprisingly) as they have never failed me and are readily available but one Saturday they were not. It was my fault for not stocking up earlier but in desperation I headed for a nearby KMart and bought a pair of theirs. What an epic fail! I was walking down Gouger Street on my way to meet the gals at a regular drinking hole when disaster struck. For those who do not know Adelaide well, Gouger Street is a mecca for those who love to dine outside and the tables of every restaurant and cafe along there are packed to-the-brim on a Saturday night with a bit of a runway threading through them for pedestrians. I LOVE walking along there as tall and as campy as I can, with everyone’s eyes on me, it is one of my guilty little pleasures. Anyway I was deep within the pedestrian runway when something didn’t feel quite right? I looked down and the stayup on my right leg was ever so slowly falling down – slipping behind a group that were standing up by a table I desperately grabbed at the elasticised top of the stocking to pull it up – the part I was gripping came away in my hands and the rest of the stocking just went limply down and sat around my knee. I strode on as swiftly as I could but then the one on my left leg started doing the same thing so that by the time I finally got to where I was going it probably looked like I had just come in from a quick ‘knee trembler’ in the alley.