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April 13, 2015: Featuring David Ansel, Austin's own Soup Peddler.
Sponsored by Real HQ, Razorfish Studios and Cuvee Coffee .
Hosted at The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
Photos by Manny Pandya.
Video Production by Scott Clark.
April 13, 2015: Featuring David Ansel, Austin's own Soup Peddler.
Sponsored by Real HQ, Razorfish Studios and Cuvee Coffee .
Hosted at The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
Photos by Manny Pandya.
Video Production by Scott Clark.
The Madonna of Humility
About 1345-50
Guariento di Arpo
Italian, active 1338-about 1370
Tempera and gold leaf on panel
This small panel offered its owner intimate contemplation of the Virgin in her many aspects. Nursing the infant Christ, she reminds the viewer that she is mankind's compassionate intercessor. Her crown points to her role as Queen of Heaven, while the brooch and rays of light surrounding her signal her apocalyptic role. The artistic inventiveness exident in this combination of elements is typical of devotional imagery in this period.
MANNING NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY, Albany, Georgia, April 28, 2014 – With the humility of its namesake, the Manning National Guard Armory dedication ceremony was unpretentious and earnest Monday afternoon. The crowd of family, friends and former Warriors-in-Arms paid homage to the Georgia National Guard’s first senior enlisted advisor and State Command Sgt. Major William ‘Billy’ Manning with the renaming of the home to Company ‘F’, 148th Brigade Support Battalion, Georgia Army National Guard. Manning’s ‘Make it Happen’ leadership style made a dramatic impact on all he encountered including the State of Georgia National Guard’s seventh Command Sgt. Major and first African-American to be accepted into the position, James Nelson. Now an active U. S. Army National Guard advocate Nelson credits Manning with getting his career underway.In an interview in 2011 Nelson reflected on his career and the man who made a difference by turning is career around.“It was early in my career and I was an E-5 (Sgt.) contemplating leaving the Georgia Guard after a reorganization,” Nelson recalled. “After speaking with him he said, ‘give it a minute,’ was able to transfer me into a different (job specialty) and it was my first introduction to making it happen by taking care of Soldiers.”Manning would later pin the rank of Staff Sgt., E-6, on Nelson and becoming a mentor to the fledgling noncommissioned officer.It was the State of Georgia’s eighth senior enlisted advisor, Command Sgt. Major Phillip Stringfield who initiated the designation change to honor the legend who was famous for his heavy-handed training tactics to punctuate the need for situational awareness when you are in the business of combat arms.“His style could put you off initially,” Stringfield said. “Sgt. Major Manning was a direct, no-nonsense leader whom I’ve attempted to mirror in my style of leading our Soldiers.” (Georgia Army National Guard photo by Staff Sgt. Tracy J. Smith)
La Agenda Social Andina debe estar centrada en políticas y acciones públicas sanitarias, lo cual implica desde acciones correctivas, prevención sanitaria extendiéndose y enraizándose con la seguridad social y los servicios comunitarios sociales como son la atención a niños y niñas, ancianos y ancianas. Por eso los países están urgidos de reformas necesarias para implementar estos programas. Las políticas públicas sociales deberán estar orientadas hacia la reducción de la precariedad y la pobreza, así en el Acta de Carabobo se concretizan a través de la firma del Protocolo Simón Rodríguez, una vocación de concertar políticas laborales flexibles para que el mercado del trabajo se amplíe con la capacitación y actualización laboral para ello habrá que concertar con el sector privado políticas en el campo de los servicios públicos centrados en salud, vivienda y educación que beneficien el desarrollo sustentable de la sociedad civil, a través de la familia y dentro de ella la protección social de la mujer, niños y niñas, ancianos y ancianas, y de los jóvenes que podrán emanciparse más pronto cuando a la par que se preparan pueden ingresar al mercado de trabajo.
Philippians 2:5–9 says, “Let this mind be in you which was also in Christ Jesus, who, being in the form of God, did not consider it robbery to be equal with God, but made Himself of no reputation, taking the form of a bondservant, and coming in the likeness of men. And being found in appearance as a man, He humbled Himself and became obedient to the point of death, even the death of the cross. Therefore God also has highly exalted Him and given Him the name which is above every name.”
When Jesus humbled Himself in the last unequaled step of humility and love by dying on the cross, Scripture says that, “Therefore, God also has highly exalted Him.” Love and humility is the road that leads us to unity and oneness, and it is the same road Christ walked while on this earth. When we see Him and the extent of His love and humility, choosing the low road, we begin to understand the power of humbling ourselves before our brothers and sisters, just as Jesus did. Consider the words written by the prophet Isaiah about our Lord, the Lamb of God:
He was despised and rejected by men, a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering. Like one from whom men hide their faces he was despised, and we esteemed him not. We all, like sheep, have gone astray, each of us has turned to his own way; and the LORD has laid on him the iniquity of us all. He was oppressed and afflicted, yet he did not open his mouth; he was led like a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before her shearers is silent, so he did not open his mouth (Isaiah 53:3, 6–7, NIV, emphasis mine).
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She makes me go out in public dressed fully as a woman. With makeup, long fingernails, matching toenails, lip fillers, eyelash extensions while wearing dresses that show off my boobs. I should have put up a fight when she forced me to get breast implants but she was blackmailing me. I did not want her to tell my work, parents, siblings or friends. I never knew it would get to the point where I could not hide the fact that I was becoming a woman. There was no way to hide womanly curves, big hips and butt, and these boobs. I have to wear a bra now all the time for support. I cannot hide 4 inch long fingernails painted a hot pink color. She makes sure I wear sandals to show everyone that my toenails are painted. I have assumed the life of a woman completely. I swish around limp-wristed and mince with each girly step I take. How has life come to this. Now men check me out. I sit with my legs crossed at the knee like a girly girl. Ugh.
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Nobody knew I masqueraded as a woman and went to bars to pickup men. My girlfriend caught me walking down the street dressed as a woman. There I stood, in little black dress, in front of a busy restaurant, confronted by my girlfriend. I was humiliated as she pointed out my hot pink pedicure and toe ring visible through the black pantyhose I was wearing with my high heeled sandals. She was freaked out how I had deep cleavage and great legs. Ugh.
soft girl
bimbo
For a blog I am working on.
When I started this journey I never thought I would loose my past so completely.
I became a woman.
It's important to me to put 100% off my energy into claiming the power of the feminine by adhering to the feminine gender. Now, I state plainly, for the record: I am an airhead, no lie, an attractive unintelligent woman who loves clothes and shoes. I am sooooo on board with my women's subordinate status that it's scary. I am compliant and submissive because that is what my job requires. I am perfectly fine standing in the shadow of a man as long as I look cute and can do my nails.
I am a model. It's a thing. Don't judge.
My coworkers and I do what we can to look and feel our best. The girls helped me see I am a soft girl and being a model brought forward my hotness with a polished new hyper feminine identity. I'm a girl. A girly girl. Like, work only requires a plain mani, but my coworkers decided I should really go above and beyond in my femininity with the coffin nails look and I have had at least 1 1/2 inch fingernails since. So swish and perfect for my girly style. I'm such a follower and don't have to make my own style decisions lately. Why think when you're getting waxed and long pink glittery fingernails attached?
When work made me model exclusively strappy heels or wedges because of my soft and girly feet, the girls took that decision and we extended it to my personal life. I won't go anywhere without wearing pantyhose, short dresses or skirts showcasing my toned feminine legs and sky high heels that show off my foot model pedicure with toe rings and ankle bracelets on display. I've got nice feet.
In my work success is partiay determined by maintaining a romantic relationship with a man, and I found my sexuality can be used to maintain the relationship. My work uses sexual objectification of women and I am a willing cog in that machine. I have no choice. I have a contract. I'm just a woman. I use my assets to make a living. I'm just a girl, what difference can I make.
Even while grocery shopping I'm fully made up. Men are nice to a pretty woman. They help me, hold doors open, carry my groceries, and I just bat my eyelashes, bend my leg at the knee and bite my lip. I see them checking out my seamed stockings or staring at my bosom or watch my butt wiggle as I walk heel toe heel toe down the magazine isle in my 5 inch spikes and pink leather mini.
Oh em gee I had to go to home depot one day after work, wearing a sheer diaphanous red dress and strappy Manolo Blahnik's, red lipstick, red nails, silk stockings, dressed to the nines, and every man there wanted to help and I didn't have to do a thing. I sat at the front on a bench with my legs crossed, clicked through my social media, refreshed my lipstick and just looked pretty.
The girls and I are all like that. A fem pack of fashion conscious women in the city. I am a part of it. I fit in. I certainly look the part now.
The girls helped me discover that pinks and their various hues are definitely my color, like, I am totes a fem woman so I should breathe it in. I have pink heels, pink skirts, pink jewelry, pink lipstick, pink nails and pink nose ring. I am a pink girl. Also I am one of the bimbo girls. A high heeled glorfied secretary with sexy legs oozing sexiness with my plump pink lips and low cut dress in the office, walking around in designer pumps looking gorgeous, organizing racks of nylons, smiling at the men coz they can't keep their eyes off me.
After modeling? I will be hawt a buxom beautician doing hair and gossiping with long designer nails in a coral frock with heavy makeup, a pierced nose and tongue, dangly earrings, bangle bracelets, kissable pink lips, deep cleavage in my sundress, shapely legs in sheer nude pantyhose with shocking hot pink toenails showing from my strappy heeled sandals drawing admiring glances from men wherever I go. Me. I'm cool with that. It's why I became a woman. I am living my dream to have transformed from man to basically a painted up Barbie. I get to dress up and play with makeup and shoes.
forced femme force feminization femdom
And sell a little pantyhose in the process.
Nobody knew I masqueraded as a woman and went to bars to pickup men. My girlfriend caught me walking down the street dressed as a woman. There I stood, in little black dress, in front of a busy restaurant, confronted by my girlfriend. I was humiliated as she pointed out my hot pink pedicure and toe ring visible through the black pantyhose I was wearing with my high heeled sandals. She was freaked out how I had deep cleavage and great legs. Ugh.
soft girl
bimbo
When I started this journey I never thought I would loose my past so completely.
It's important to me to put 100% off my energy into claiming the power of the feminine by adhering to the feminine gender. Now, I state plainly: I am an airhead, no lie, an attractive unintelligent woman. I am sooooo on board with my women's subordinate status that it's scary. I am compliant and submissive because that is what my job requires. I am a model. It's a thing. Don't judge.
My coworkers and I do what we can to look and feel our best. The girls helped me see I am a soft girl and being a model brought forward my hotness with a polished new hyper feminine identity. I'm a girl. A girly girl. Like, work only requires a plain mani, but my coworkers decided I should really go for the coffin nails look and I have had at least 1 1/2 inch fingernails since. So swish and perfect for my girly style. I'm such a follower and don't have to make my own style decisions lately. Why think when you've got pink and glittery fingernails?
When work made me model exclusively strappy heels or wedges because of my soft and girly feet, the girls took that decision and we extended it to my personal life so I won't go any where without wearing pantyhose, short dresses or skirts showcasing my toned feminine legs and sky high heels that show off my foot model pedicure with toe rings and ankle bracelets on display.
In my work success is partiay determined by maintaining a romantic relationship with a man, and I found my sexuality can be used to maintain the relationship. My work uses sexual objectification of women and I am a willing cog in that machine. I have no choice. I have a contract. I'm just a woman. I use my assets to make a living. I'm just a girl, what difference can I make.
Even while grocery shopping I'm fully made up. Men are nice to a pretty woman. They help me, hold doors open, carry my groceries, and I just bat my eyelashes, bend my leg at the knee and bite my lip. I see them checking out my legs or staring at my bosom or watch my butt wiggle as I walk heel toe heel toe down the magazine isle in my 5 inch spikes.
Oh em gee I had to go to home depot one day after work, wearing a sheer diaphanous red dress and strappy Manolo Blahnik's, red lipstick, red nails, silk stockings, dressed to the nines, and every man there wanted to help and I didn't have to do a thing. I sat at the front on a bench with my legs crossed, clicked through my social media, refreshed my lipstick and just looked pretty.
The girls and I are all like that. A fem pack of fashion conscious women in the city. I am a part of it. I fit in. I certainly look the part now.
The girls helped me discover that pinks and their various hues are definitely my color, like, I am totes a fem woman so I should breathe it in. I am just one of the bimbo girls.
Transgender bride
Sissy bride
Transsexual wife
Sissy wife
Trans Sissy
Housewife
June cleaver
1950s vintage housewife
House husband
Sissy husband
Black men love my transsexual sissy sexy secretary housewife curvy trans self. My pretty feet and toes turn them on. When I caress them with my long painted fingernails they love it. Indian men from India love me also. Especially when I wear a burka burqa.
MANNING NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY, Albany, Georgia, April 28, 2014 – With the humility of its namesake, the Manning National Guard Armory dedication ceremony was unpretentious and earnest Monday afternoon. The crowd of family, friends and former Warriors-in-Arms paid homage to the Georgia National Guard’s first senior enlisted advisor and State Command Sgt. Major William ‘Billy’ Manning with the renaming of the home to Company ‘F’, 148th Brigade Support Battalion, Georgia Army National Guard. Manning’s ‘Make it Happen’ leadership style made a dramatic impact on all he encountered including the State of Georgia National Guard’s seventh Command Sgt. Major and first African-American to be accepted into the position, James Nelson. Now an active U. S. Army National Guard advocate Nelson credits Manning with getting his career underway.In an interview in 2011 Nelson reflected on his career and the man who made a difference by turning is career around.“It was early in my career and I was an E-5 (Sgt.) contemplating leaving the Georgia Guard after a reorganization,” Nelson recalled. “After speaking with him he said, ‘give it a minute,’ was able to transfer me into a different (job specialty) and it was my first introduction to making it happen by taking care of Soldiers.”Manning would later pin the rank of Staff Sgt., E-6, on Nelson and becoming a mentor to the fledgling noncommissioned officer.It was the State of Georgia’s eighth Army Command Sgt. Major Phillip Stringfield who initiated the designation change to honor the legend who was famous for his heavy-handed training tactics to punctuate the need for situational awareness when you are in the business of combat arms.“His style could put you off initially,” Stringfield said. “Sgt. Major Manning was a direct, no-nonsense leader whom I’ve attempted to mirror in my style of leading our Soldiers.” (Georgia Army National Guard photo by Staff Sgt. Tracy J. Smith)
April 13, 2015: Featuring David Ansel, Austin's own Soup Peddler.
Sponsored by Real HQ, Razorfish Studios and Cuvee Coffee .
Hosted at The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
Photos by Manny Pandya.
Video Production by Scott Clark.
MANNING NATIONAL GUARD ARMORY, Albany, Georgia, April 28, 2014 – With the humility of its namesake, the Manning National Guard Armory dedication ceremony was unpretentious and earnest Monday afternoon. The crowd of family, friends and former Warriors-in-Arms paid homage to the Georgia National Guard’s first senior enlisted advisor and State Command Sgt. Major William ‘Billy’ Manning with the renaming of the home to Company ‘F’, 148th Brigade Support Battalion, Georgia Army National Guard. Manning’s ‘Make it Happen’ leadership style made a dramatic impact on all he encountered including the State of Georgia National Guard’s seventh Command Sgt. Major and first African-American to be accepted into the position, James Nelson. Now an active U. S. Army National Guard advocate Nelson credits Manning with getting his career underway.In an interview in 2011 Nelson reflected on his career and the man who made a difference by turning is career around.“It was early in my career and I was an E-5 (Sgt.) contemplating leaving the Georgia Guard after a reorganization,” Nelson recalled. “After speaking with him he said, ‘give it a minute,’ was able to transfer me into a different (job specialty) and it was my first introduction to making it happen by taking care of Soldiers.”Manning would later pin the rank of Staff Sgt., E-6, on Nelson and becoming a mentor to the fledgling noncommissioned officer.It was the State of Georgia’s eighth senior enlisted advisor, Command Sgt. Major Phillip Stringfield who initiated the designation change to honor the legend who was famous for his heavy-handed training tactics to punctuate the need for situational awareness when you are in the business of combat arms.“His style could put you off initially,” Stringfield said. “Sgt. Major Manning was a direct, no-nonsense leader whom I’ve attempted to mirror in my style of leading our Soldiers.” (Georgia Army National Guard photo by Staff Sgt. Tracy J. Smith)
In September 2013, I was given the opportunity to shoot for a non-profit organisation called e.motion21. This is an organisation that provide an Australia-first, innovative dance and fitness program designed specifically for children and young adults with Down Syndrome.
This is a series of their rehearsal leading up to a dance event called Musicool. It was an eye opening experience having to shoot this event as I had never shot a subject matter relating to Down Syndrome prior to this. The most essential thing that I realised was that these kids and young adults are no different from what society deems as 'normal'. Everyone experiences struggles and it is the passion that keeps us going. For them, the unity through dance is the core of their passion and joy.
In a reflection on the Feast of the Baptism of Our Lord, first published in the Farm Street Church newsletter in 2015, Fr. Tony Nye SJ highlights the humility and ‘unselfish dedication’ which were the manifestations of God’s Love in the incarnation of His Son:
“Over the Christmas period, we have been thinking about Our Lord’s humility as he humbled himself to share in our humanity. We have seen him as a little baby, poor and in a manger or as a refugee fleeing to the safety of Egypt in his mother’s arms. He is Son of God yet as a baby he depends completely on Mary and Joseph for food and warmth, shelter and security.
That humility continues to shine in today’s feast. He comes to the River Jordan many years later, hidden years at Nazareth, working with Joseph as a carpenter. He comes to John the Baptist to be baptises along with many other people. You wouldn’t have been able to pick him out. It is a humble way of showing himself to be a servant (as the prophets foretold), humbly beginning his ministry of preaching and healing. Although he is completely without sin, he stands among sinners, as one of them, accepting with them a ritual of repentance, though he has nothing to repent of. As well as being a sign of his humility, baptism is also a sign of his commitment to the Father on behalf of sinners, a commitment to his mission of salvation. As we hear in the first reading from the prophecy of Isaiah:’ Faithfully he brings true justice; he will neither waver or be crushed until true justice is established on earth.’ That will be through his sacrifice on the cross, another sort of baptism. Before that takes place he will say: ‘There is a baptism I must still receive, and what constraint I am under until it is completed‘(Lk.12.50). Just as he was plunged into the waters of the Jordan, so he will be plunged into a painful and ignominious death.
Christ as humble and committed Servant is summed up in the Preface of today’s Mass, which is addressed to God the Father:
‘So that through the voice that came down from heaven we might come to believe in your Word dwelling among us, and by the Spirit’s descending in the likeness of a dove we might know that Christ your Servant has been anointed with the oil of gladness and sent to bring the good news to the poor.’
Each one of us was anointed when we were baptised, to share with Our Lord as servants. After the water was poured three times on our heads, special oil of chrism was applied by the priest or deacon with these words: ‘As Christ was anointed Priest, Prophet and King, so may you live always as a member of his body, sharing everlasting life.’
What does it mean to me to live as a member of Christ’s body and be a servant as he was? What does it mean to me to promise to live and share in Our Lord’s unselfish dedication and commitment in my everyday life?”
FR. TONY NYE, S.J.
(Pictured: House Chapel of Mount Street Jesuit Centre, London, prepared for a baptism, Feast of the Immaculate Heart, 2012.)
Me. Do people even see the hint of painted toes in this photo? Are people paying attention to my ultra feminine self? Ugh.
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#footfetish #transmilf #curvy #cougar #transcougar #footmodel #transmodel #SugarBaby #hijrah #transsexual #genderfluid #nailsonfleek #instanails #transgender #transpride #SoccerMom #wife #bride #wifey #secretary #sissy #sissygirl
Me.
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#footfetish #transmilf #curvy #cougar #transcougar #footmodel #transmodel #SugarBaby #hijrah #transsexual #genderfluid #nailsonfleek #instanails #transgender #transpride #SoccerMom #wife #bride #wifey #secretary #sissy #sissygirl
Nobody knew I masqueraded as a woman and went to bars to pickup men. My girlfriend caught me walking down the street dressed as a woman. There I stood, in little black dress, in front of a busy restaurant, confronted by my girlfriend. I was humiliated as she pointed out my hot pink pedicure and toe ring visible through the black pantyhose I was wearing with my high heeled sandals. She was freaked out how I had deep cleavage and great legs. Ugh.
soft girl
bimbo
For a blog I am working on.
When I started this journey I never thought I would loose my past so completely.
I became a woman.
It's important to me to put 100% off my energy into claiming the power of the feminine by adhering to the feminine gender. Now, I state plainly, for the record: I am an airhead, no lie, an attractive unintelligent woman who loves clothes and shoes. I am sooooo on board with my women's subordinate status that it's scary. I am compliant and submissive because that is what my job requires. I am perfectly fine standing in the shadow of a man as long as I look cute and can do my nails.
I am a model. It's a thing. Don't judge.
My coworkers and I do what we can to look and feel our best. The girls helped me see I am a soft girl and being a model brought forward my hotness with a polished new hyper feminine identity. I'm a girl. A girly girl. Like, work only requires a plain mani, but my coworkers decided I should really go above and beyond in my femininity with the coffin nails look and I have had at least 1 1/2 inch fingernails since. So swish and perfect for my girly style. I'm such a follower and don't have to make my own style decisions lately. Why think when you're getting waxed and long pink glittery fingernails attached?
When work made me model exclusively strappy heels or wedges because of my soft and girly feet, the girls took that decision and we extended it to my personal life. I won't go anywhere without wearing pantyhose, short dresses or skirts showcasing my toned feminine legs and sky high heels that show off my foot model pedicure with toe rings and ankle bracelets on display. I've got nice feet.
In my work success is partiay determined by maintaining a romantic relationship with a man, and I found my sexuality can be used to maintain the relationship. My work uses sexual objectification of women and I am a willing cog in that machine. I have no choice. I have a contract. I'm just a woman. I use my assets to make a living. I'm just a girl, what difference can I make.
Even while grocery shopping I'm fully made up. Men are nice to a pretty woman. They help me, hold doors open, carry my groceries, and I just bat my eyelashes, bend my leg at the knee and bite my lip. I see them checking out my seamed stockings or staring at my bosom or watch my butt wiggle as I walk heel toe heel toe down the magazine isle in my 5 inch spikes and pink leather mini.
Oh em gee I had to go to home depot one day after work, wearing a sheer diaphanous red dress and strappy Manolo Blahnik's, red lipstick, red nails, silk stockings, dressed to the nines, and every man there wanted to help and I didn't have to do a thing. I sat at the front on a bench with my legs crossed, clicked through my social media, refreshed my lipstick and just looked pretty.
The girls and I are all like that. A fem pack of fashion conscious women in the city. I am a part of it. I fit in. I certainly look the part now.
The girls helped me discover that pinks and their various hues are definitely my color, like, I am totes a fem woman so I should breathe it in. I have pink heels, pink skirts, pink jewelry, pink lipstick, pink nails and pink nose ring. I am a pink girl. Also I am one of the bimbo girls. A high heeled glorfied secretary with sexy legs oozing sexiness with my plump pink lips and low cut dress in the office, walking around in designer pumps looking gorgeous, organizing racks of nylons, smiling at the men coz they can't keep their eyes off me.
After modeling? I will be hawt a buxom beautician doing hair and gossiping with long designer nails in a coral frock with heavy makeup, a pierced nose and tongue, dangly earrings, bangle bracelets, kissable pink lips, deep cleavage in my sundress, shapely legs in sheer nude pantyhose with shocking hot pink toenails showing from my strappy heeled sandals drawing admiring glances from men wherever I go. Me. I'm cool with that. It's why I became a woman. I am living my dream to have transformed from man to basically a painted up Barbie. I get to dress up and play with makeup and shoes.
forced femme force feminization femdom
And sell a little pantyhose in the process.
Nobody knew I masqueraded as a woman and went to bars to pickup men. My girlfriend caught me walking down the street dressed as a woman. There I stood, in little black dress, in front of a busy restaurant, confronted by my girlfriend. I was humiliated as she pointed out my hot pink pedicure and toe ring visible through the black pantyhose I was wearing with my high heeled sandals. She was freaked out how I had deep cleavage and great legs. Ugh.
soft girl
bimbo
When I started this journey I never thought I would loose my past so completely.
It's important to me to put 100% off my energy into claiming the power of the feminine by adhering to the feminine gender. Now, I state plainly: I am an airhead, no lie, an attractive unintelligent woman. I am sooooo on board with my women's subordinate status that it's scary. I am compliant and submissive because that is what my job requires. I am a model. It's a thing. Don't judge.
My coworkers and I do what we can to look and feel our best. The girls helped me see I am a soft girl and being a model brought forward my hotness with a polished new hyper feminine identity. I'm a girl. A girly girl. Like, work only requires a plain mani, but my coworkers decided I should really go for the coffin nails look and I have had at least 1 1/2 inch fingernails since. So swish and perfect for my girly style. I'm such a follower and don't have to make my own style decisions lately. Why think when you've got pink and glittery fingernails?
When work made me model exclusively strappy heels or wedges because of my soft and girly feet, the girls took that decision and we extended it to my personal life so I won't go any where without wearing pantyhose, short dresses or skirts showcasing my toned feminine legs and sky high heels that show off my foot model pedicure with toe rings and ankle bracelets on display.
In my work success is partiay determined by maintaining a romantic relationship with a man, and I found my sexuality can be used to maintain the relationship. My work uses sexual objectification of women and I am a willing cog in that machine. I have no choice. I have a contract. I'm just a woman. I use my assets to make a living. I'm just a girl, what difference can I make.
Even while grocery shopping I'm fully made up. Men are nice to a pretty woman. They help me, hold doors open, carry my groceries, and I just bat my eyelashes, bend my leg at the knee and bite my lip. I see them checking out my legs or staring at my bosom or watch my butt wiggle as I walk heel toe heel toe down the magazine isle in my 5 inch spikes.
Oh em gee I had to go to home depot one day after work, wearing a sheer diaphanous red dress and strappy Manolo Blahnik's, red lipstick, red nails, silk stockings, dressed to the nines, and every man there wanted to help and I didn't have to do a thing. I sat at the front on a bench with my legs crossed, clicked through my social media, refreshed my lipstick and just looked pretty.
The girls and I are all like that. A fem pack of fashion conscious women in the city. I am a part of it. I fit in. I certainly look the part now.
The girls helped me discover that pinks and their various hues are definitely my color, like, I am totes a fem woman so I should breathe it in. I am just one of the bimbo girls.
Transgender bride
Sissy bride
Transsexual wife
Sissy wife
Trans Sissy
Housewife
June cleaver
1950s vintage housewife
House husband
Sissy husband
Black men love my transsexual sissy sexy secretary housewife curvy trans self. My pretty feet and toes turn them on. When I caress them with my long painted fingernails they love it. Indian men from India love me also. Especially when I wear a burka burqa.
Michelangelo
Black chalk on paper
Michelangelo emphasises St Peter's nakedness and humility as he faces martyrdom. In this preliminary study of the man digging a hole for the upside-down cross, Michelangelo explores alternative positions for the man's arm.
His pose derives from an angel in the Last Judgment, showing Michelangelo's creative reuse of earlier concepts and ideas. The figure was reversed to fit into the final fresco.*
From the exhibition
Michelangelo the last decades
(May – July 2024)
In 1534, Michelangelo left Florence for Rome, never to see his native city again. He was 59, which many contemporaries regarded as old, but for Michelangelo this move marked the beginning of a dramatic new chapter which would fundamentally shape his experiences as an artist and as a man.
This exhibition looked at the last 30 years of Michelangelo's remarkable life, when his return to Rome – having been summoned by Pope Clement VII to paint a fresco of the Last Judgment in the Sistine Chapel – brought him new commissions and reunited him with some of his closest friends.
Having secured his reputation with works including his famous statue of David, Michelangelo was already the most celebrated artist in Europe. But, rather than resting on his laurels, his Christian faith, intellectual engagement and hope for salvation propelled him to produce some of the most striking works of his career. Forceful preparatory drawings for the Last Judgment, which were on show, as well as the monumental Epifania – one of only two surviving cartoons by Michelangelo – demonstrate his renewed energy and desire to challenge himself.
These works were displayed alongside studies for Michelangelo's grand architectural projects as well as drawings, poems and intimate letters that reveal his personal passions and anxieties. Rather than showing an artist in decline, this exhibition showed the astonishing dynamism that Michelangelo brought to his work in the final decades of his life as he explored salvation and confronted his mortality.
[*British Museum]
Taken at the British Museum
Rita Petruziello, CSJ, Executive Director, River’s Edge, A Place for Reflection and Action, A Ministry of the Congregation of St. Joseph, Rocky River, Ohio
Rita Petruziello, CSJ, Executive Director, River’s Edge, worked as the Director of Pastoral Care and Community Outreach at St. Vincent Charity Hospital before responding to a request by her community to be the administrator for River’s Edge. Rita enjoys walking, reading, and gardening.
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I'm reminded that The Lord has called us to in some shape or form to serve others...to be servants of all (I.E. Matthew 23:11, Mark 9:35) and whoever is the least is really the greatest ( I.E. Luke 9:48)
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Jesus was our prime example of being a humble and selfless servant.
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I wonder though how selfless and humble are we willing to be as we strive to be more Christ-like and walk in His footsteps?
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Ultimately our reward will be in heaven so I pray that while we do take care of ourselves as we should, that we don't get so caught up in "self" including our own pursuits that we lose sight of serving others as humble, selfless and willing servants.
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#servant #humility #humble #selfless #faith #hope #truth #wisdom #life #encourage #encouragement #inspire #inspiration #inspirational #bible #scripture #Godsword #heart #mind #soul #strength #christian #Christianity #christfollower #ashepherdsheart (photo of Multnomah Falls at dusk by Randolph Koch)
April 13, 2015: Featuring David Ansel, Austin's own Soup Peddler.
Sponsored by Real HQ, Razorfish Studios and Cuvee Coffee .
Hosted at The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
Photos by Manny Pandya.
Video Production by Scott Clark.
With gratitude and humility, we acknowledge the new hospital is being built on the traditional territory of Cowichan Tribes.
An acknowledgement wall in the future hospital recognizes the traditional territory of Cowichan Tribes and welcomes people in Hul'qumi'num and other languages to celebrate diversity, equity and inclusion.
For more information: www.islandhealth.ca/newcdh
Note: Artist rendering - details are being finalized during design & construction.
Design by Parkin Architects Western Ltd. and ZGF Architects Inc.
April 13, 2015: Featuring David Ansel, Austin's own Soup Peddler.
Sponsored by Real HQ, Razorfish Studios and Cuvee Coffee .
Hosted at The Lady Bird Johnson Wildflower Center.
Photos by Manny Pandya.
Video Production by Scott Clark.
The global theme for April 2015 was “Humility” and our speaker at Portland/CreativeMornings was Charlie Brown, CEO and Founder of Context Partners. We were hosted by PNCA and sponsored by Create Legal and 52 Limited, and Razorfish. With thanks to Pro Photo Supply for the photo & video gear.
Photo by Scott Larsen. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.