Bus Stop Tranny 1

 

 

To day I make my self MOST proud.

 

I am a little tired of my afro, the lack of diversity, but I am even MORE tired of wigs. Caught in this dilemma a thought came to mind. The ”bun” solution.

 

It is my humble opinion that only black women with a beautiful face AND a beautiful make up, can pull off wearing their hair in a ”bun”. I had to try, and before even getting to the make up part, I had set my hair like this. I looked in the mirror and decided to try a "go for it".

 

”The make up HAVE to be PERFECT!...OK... or at least REALLY good!” I said to my self and shook in a trembling way. You see, some might have big thoughts on my behalf, but I suck at make up. So lately I have put on make up EVERY DAY in order for me to build up some rutine and practice. It has paid SO much of. To day I ”hit” the real deal I think. I took a step in the right direction, so to speak and I think I will stick to this...heading... obviously.

 

The day before yesterday, I was the stylish office babe, yesterday retro girl, so I decided to go for the ”ordinary CAN be sexy look” and started nosing around in my box with ”ordinary tops”. I seemed to have forgotten my sweet mother had given me 4 tops, she had bought for me in a secondhand store. I picked up this light blue sweet thing, SUPER soft materiale and probably super quality. I tried it on and found it irresitabelly sweet in a very ”down to earth” feminin kind a way. Chance had me look in the suitcase, that I have not quite yet unpacked fully from Thailand (Shhh), where I found this skirt. I bought it in Thailand for NOTHING (6 dollar), I know when I get my hands on a ”skirt for life.” and this is such one. SO since it has never been worn ”IRL” I decided to try it on with the top. Speechless to my own reflection I went through my mental catalogue containing my almost 100 pair of stilettos, pressed return and 3 obvious posibilities turned up. Among the top of the list was these grey ”worn” look stilettos I bought in US, land of shopping and then it was just to find some not TOO flashy jewellery in order to keep it.. Ordinary, yet you know, with that feminine streak.

 

Off I went out the door. I had some ideas, and the first one was the big ”road” kind of thing, that is actually 5 roads that meet together in one big open ”road square”. Here I placed my tripod and 3 times I had to stop because a car was comming :o( Typically, when this is a place cars seldom pass. Anyways, I start shooting and this... living... pet thing came and started cuddling up my legs :o) It should be said that in Denmark in such a neighborhood I live, a cat is unlikely to be infested by bugs. I have always loved cats and furthermore (don't ask) suspect them of being the bringers of omens and foresight, warnings as well as blessings. But you need not know sorcery in order to know when a cat is saying ”Yo witch, surfs up!” - And it was, the pictures...I'm... stunned, to be honest. One thing is looking in the mirror, the camera don't tell lies as your mind may play tricks in the darkness and the shadows. I suddenly realise the people who where passing by was seeing what the camera is showing...

 

I need to do this some more, being my own model kicks ass and I REALLY like ”the city” as a ”setting” :o)

Done