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Daisy said she knew I was feeling myself again when she came home and saw that I had changed my hair color....and actually put on a dress. Hmmm....she just may be on to something. 😉
So to confirm her suspicions, I put on little demonstration. There is indeed music playing by the way. The phone just didn't pick it up very well.
So....when's the next square dance? 😜
Have you ever done This...........always hoping the Last petal will be She Loves Me !!.............( in Photoshop it always does ! )
She fell flying, for she couldn't fly.
-I can't fly, she said, I failed flying.
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doll is Deep Violet Momoko from 2015.
dress from CCS 21SM Momoko
I say attempt as I wasn't happy with the outcome so I shelved it. The new Netflix She-ra totally blew me away so I couldn't resist trying some figs. Failures are worth sharing as well as successes imo.
Anyway, from left to right: Perfuma, Bow, Adora, Glimmer, Frosta and Entrapta. I'm not sure why I thought I could make prehensile pigtails in minifigure hair but, as Ian Malcolm would say, er, there it is :-D
We found this location when we saw some other people doing portraits here a few days earlier. As can be seen, we had a great time!
We found her laying in a dark shadow on the sidewalk...anyone could have stepped on her.
We picked her up and found that her hindwing had been badly damaged.
So, the plan was to take her home to our garden where she could live out the rest of her days someplace safe.
On our way home we stopped by a large honeysuckle bush and placed her on it to see if she had the strength to get a drink.
And then she flew away...
We were suprised at just how fast and how high she could fly! She was gone in an instant.
It was nice to know that we were able to help her along on her journey.
Jasmine looks mighty serious here....It was in the 50's...about 6am in the morning while on our hike. Have a happy weekend--especially all you "Mom's".
Gotas de tinte cayendo en un jarro de agua. Fotografía girada, invertida y editada como negativo en color
Drops of dye falling into a vase of water. Photograph rotated, inverted and edited as a colour negative.
HR-SHE Boeing 727-81 [18823] (SAHSA) Houston-Intercontinental Airport / Houston-George Bush Intercontinental~N 01/11/1982. From a slide. Broken up Fort Lauderdale FL~N @ 01-1991
"Fierce is she with flowing mane
No stranger to feel or witness pain
Fast she stands with shield in hand
Defender of her sacred lands
And full prepared to bring an end
To any who would dare offend
With shaft of glistening, speeding light
Fired from bow with deadly sight
The Maiden stands tall and proud
Battle Roar long and loud"
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Kalliope, the blind werewolf, and Elijah, her seeing eye wolf, wandering suspicious halls!
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Lyrics from Little House by the Fray.
So this a picture from a shoot (I think last week) and I've wanted to upload it. And since I won't have any time for a picture today because I'm going to be snowboarding until eleven =D I'm cheating =P
Happy friday!
Secret number eleven: I love victorion style.
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It is approaching two years since I last cross-dressed as a woman and right now the mood to do so is strong. I have it bad! I am desperate to shave my legs, put on my make-up and wear female clothing. I really want to spend a few hours as my female self. It’s not going to happen though. I am hoping I will have an opportunity this year but it is looking like I may have t wait until next year…yikes!
Hopefully, an unexpected opportunity with enough time for me to prep myself and enjoy a nice long period of time as my female alter-ego will present itself. I adore becoming my female self but I need to be patient.
I have been thinking, rather frequently, about my cross-dressing and I am aware that I enjoy trying out a variety of styles. Sometimes I want to be rather glamorous, sometimes I want to be sexy and flirty, other times. Want to wear smart feminine business attire and other occasions I want pass as a real woman in more casual feminine clothing. I just love trying all of these styles. I absolutely love wearing make-up, it boosts my confidence amazing ways. I also love appearing as a woman and enjoy being in character and thrive on those moments I feel I have become a woman. It’s such an enjoyable thing for me to do even though I am a man. I have said it many times but despite being a man, I love being a woman!
This picture is from September 2019. I had an opportunity of several days alone to indulge in my cross-dressing and had a fab time of it!. I was heading to make my evening meal and I was thrilled nd delighted to be in make-up, wig and woman floral shirt, fitted skiing jeans, genitals tucked away and wearing heels. Not quite the full casual woman but partly on the way.
I was joyous I kept snapping away taking selfies to treasure later as a lovely memory of my few hours as a woman. I often find myself creating a backstory for my female alter-ego to give her some kind of substance. That evening I saw myself as a recent divorcee free of her stifling husband and enjoying her time alone to do as she wants. I quite got into this role!
I think it’s important to have a lot of fun expressing one’s female self and did I have fun that September, a lovely time indeed.
This is my 3rd sighting of her over 2 years. She is still hanging out in the same spot and thriving. She is not native to Texas, probably a released or escaped pet. I managed to get one close shot before she plopped into the water.
Female Yellow-bellied Slider (Trachemys scripta scripta)
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When I first passed near her, on the main ghat of Varanasi, she was still sleeping on the ground, in the middle of the place, all covered with her blanket. In the beginning, I thought it was just a tiny heap of fabrics someone left, only after a better look, I realized there are signs of limbs under the fabric; yet, I was not able to understand what I see.
Only in my second pass near her, I saw her sitting like that. All alone. Then I also understood what I saw before.
I can only pray for her. No doubt: in India you can see a lot of misery.