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Wishing I had a man here with me

From Woman's Day, November 17 1969. Designer unknown.

Leica M240 + 50 Lux ASPH

I was totally surprised when I opened my mail the other day, in an envelope was a copy of this photo, along with a number of other photos of me dressed as Joanne. The letter stated that, they always thought I was gay growing up but now they know for sure, it was signed by my sister & several other family relatives & they all asked me not to contact them, ever.

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View across the Derwent valley towards Bamford from Thornhill carrs.

my wife noticed how comfortable I have become as Joanne, right after taking this photo, there was a knock on our door, I got up & answered it, it was a guy selling windows & doors, I told him we were not interested

UNKC won its 21st match this year. Pretty amazing. Some action from the match against CSU - Bakersfield in the WAC. Nikon D4 | ISO 3200 | 70-200mm lens at 116mm | f / 2.8 | 1/1600 second.

My wife is starting to get used to seeing Joanne around the house all of the time, it didn't even bother her when I told her I was going to the store as Joanne. Hopefully hormones will be next.

I can't wait until I find Mr. Right & I am able to live my life as the woman I truly am

This is the tale of Sir Skellington Win,

who lived up a tree and was incredibly thin.

He constantly told tales of sorrow and loss,

yet somehow still thought that he was the boss.

He had a hat made of glass and two hairs on his chin,

and whatever he played would invariably win.

Apart from love where he was a loser,

even through fantastical tales he could never amuse her.

One day he was walking in his armour of tin,

and happened upon a lady stuck in a bin.

She really was making such a din,

that he could do little but stare and take a sip of his gin.

He took his bottle and looked within,

and could see the reflections of his favourite kin.

With this bitter thought he came to see

that thinking in rhyme was incredibly twee.

So he helped the lady out of the bin and she was very grateful. And that was that.

 

Can you tell I've been having some trouble with today's write up? If you think you can do any better then i'd suggest you take up professional poetry as my effort is surely gold star standard for an under 12?

 

Cheers

 

id-iom

 

Title: Sir Skellington Win

Media: Spray paint and screen print on slate

Size: 46 x 31 cm slate

Please email if interested

Me, I hope that I'm crazy

I feel you driving and you're only the wheel

Slow down, let someone love you

Ohh, I've never touched you since I started to feel

If there's nothing to hide me

Then you've never seen me hanging naked and wired

Somebody lied, but I say it's hip

To be alive

 

Now your smile is spreading thin

Seems you're trying not to lose

Since I'm not supposed to grin

All you've got to do is win

I am trying out a new nail color called, A bloom with a view

I like how my legs look in this photo

if you could read my ankle bracelet, it say's Sissy

last sun rays in - letzte Sonnenstrahlen im: 2021

I love it when my wife tells me how much of a sissy queer I am

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