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A candid portrait of an Indian bot in Cubbon Park in the centre of Bangalore, India.
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Ryan Berkley Pattern by Sublime Stitching
I wanted to try some embroidery fill stitches and so I picked this pretty sublime stitching pattern. I usually prefer to make my own patterns, but 1.) Ryan Berkley is just awesome and I bought those patterns without thinking twice about it as soon as they got out and 2.) I wanted to stitch without fuzzing aorund so much with coming up with a new design.
Initially I only wanted to fill the clothes and stitch the face in outlines, but I got carried away a little. I blended different brown, grey and cream threads for the fur and I love the effect this created. It wasn't easy to make the shades look right and I still have to practise a lot, but I'm pretty proud for my first try. :)
From time to time, no heels….. just to remember how great it feels to wear them. But I know that most people don’t like pictures where I take my heels off.
Some customs of our modern carnival parades remind of pre-Christian times, when people, dressed up as demons or goblins, flocked through the streets to chase winter with their artistic, hand-made masks.
Some new old church we found. it has some rennovations done at the moment
Thanks to habaneros for the texture, also some of mine and purchased ones from Ajaton Joki ones are used.
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The father of the groom, kindly looking after the ladies hats.
I wish you a day full of beauty and thank you for your visit, Magda, (*_*)
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It cost me a tenner or e bay and I like it, a Berketex, I keep meaning not to buy more but to start making my own again but you know how it is girls, we get tempted!
Movember is an annual event involving the growing of moustaches during the month of November to raise awareness of men's health issues, such as prostate cancer, testicular cancer and men's suicide.
I now have taken on the challenge, one photo each day: a month of men with moustache and beard, LOL, HELP, will I make it?
Every December in Grassington, a beautiful village in the deep Yorkshire Dales, for two week-ends, there is a Dickensian Christmas market, old and young dress up in period costume, all very festive.
Thanks, M, (*_*)
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The wedding party (ladies only) from left to right, Danielle (sister), Shelann, Danielle, Ashley, Echo and me.
Yes, I'm that short. Kind of made the whole group photo thing awkward, they should have given me a milk crate to stand on lol.
Photo taken by Ashley's Dad.
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Over to Hastings today with Pauls Pix 53 for the Jack in the Green festivities and the gathering of about 10,000 motor bikes.
The streets were much busier, compared to last year, and this was about the only person we saw in a mask.
For lunch, we managed to get a table in a Greek restaurant, where we had Meze Platters, and they were delicious.
Boats of all manner gathered Friday evening May 18 at 't Kruswetter in Bolsward, Fryslan, for a twilight circumnavigation (rondvaart) of the old Hanseatic city's canals (grachten). The only proviso: good cheer and boats needed to be low in the water and be able to pass underneath this bridge. The "rondvaart" was part of the Ascension Day (Hemelvaart) weekend celebrations culminating with the Cycling Elfstedentocht (ElevenCitiesTour) on Monday May 21.
For some reason today I keep looking at this picture of myself from 2009 in which I completely missed getting into a pose for the camera. I was using the self timer but was caught in the moment of realising I had painted my nails (I love to do this as it is a rare event for me). It was quite late at night and I was tired and emotionally exhausted after the lovely time I was having wearing women’s clothing and make-up on my face. I was also thrilled to see the mascara on my eyelashes as I love wearing mascara. It is not a great photo but it set free a lot of thoughts seeing it once more.
As a young man I use to question my sexuality and was troubled by my feelings. The problem I had was I had a powerful desire to dress up as a girl. The issue had the complication that when I was cross-dressed and attempting to look female I found I wanted to act as if I really was a female. This meant I enjoyed trying to see if I could attract men and I wanted them to desire me as a female. Sounds straightforward? Many tell me I am homosexual and just won’t acknowledge it.
For many years I wrestled with this as despite my desire to try and appear as a female men may be attracted to, and I admit I love the idea of being the girl and enjoy acting in the role of a woman, at my core I am not attracted to men at all!
This conundrum used to incapacitate me emotionally for weeks at a time and I genuinely found it difficult to carry on in my normal life as a man. I have deeply considered if I am homosexual and I conclude now that I am not yet I am keen on pretending I am woman and enjoy acting as a woman would with men albeit without any physical intimacy.
Another factor I wrestle with comes down to my lack of confidence and self belief. I do desire to pass convincingly as a woman but, for me personally, I completely fail in my aspirations, I feel I always look so obviously a man dressed up as a woman. Having admitted how I feel about my attempts at female illusion I still find myself trying to act the part of a woman as convincingly as I possibly can.
One aspect of my life I am greatly disappointed about and truly regret is as a teenager I secretly had the desire to be an entertainer and loved the idea of being a female impersonator. Part of that was, at the time, a way of freeing my inner desire to dress up as a girl. I really wanted a career as an actor that played transgender roles or in comedy playing a transvestite roles. I would have loved doing that job for a living but…but…I am weak, shallow individual and my fear of others ridiculing my dream meant I took the easier and duller route of suppressing my feelings and just trying to be a boy and conforming to what society expected.
I can vividly recall as a teenager washing my hair and blow drying it into a girls style then putting on make-up. I recall the tactile sensation of lipstick on my lips and the sheer excitement of coating my eyelashes in mascara, to then put on knickers and a bra, slip into a dress and step into high heels...absolute heaven! Seeing myself in a long mirror dressed as a girl had a powerful emotional impact and an experience that at first was euphoric, then caused me great distress followed by self disgust.
What happened after seeing myself in the mirror dressed as a girl was I found myself being sexually aroused and had to masturbate, the moment was incredible. However, minutes after masturbating I began to cry and could not stop, I had lost control completely. My mascara was running down my face and the sight of this gripped my heart and made me realise I was never ever going to be able to be a girl, I was stuck and my life was to be that of a man. I had dreamt of boys wanting to go out with me and I could be a girlfriend yet deep down I was repulsed by the notion and this led to the disgust with myself. I was distraught for many days afterwards yet that memory of being dressed in girls clothes, having changed my hair style and of wearing make-up and then seeing my mascara running down my tearful face would not diminish. What did it all mean? I had no idea.
What happened was I became withdrawn and rarely socialised, at school and college I would keep to myself and every day I would question myself and about my feelings and tell myself I must be homosexual because of my actions yet I was definitely attracted to girls not boys.
What troubled me a lot was when I was dressed as a girl I really liked being one and liked being a girl with the boys but was avoiding intimacy. I’m not sure what stopped me as I used to dare myself to try and do girlie things like should I kiss a boy when I am cross-dressed as a girl, the thrill was there I don’t deny it but I held back. I began to wonder why as I grew older, part of me thought it was because I had no desire for anal sex with a man, could that be why I hung back? I could not have sex as a woman with a man because I was a man, I would then feel a bit queasy just thinking of that.
For years I though I must be a closeted homosexual as why else would I desire to dress up and act like a girl and try to do so as if I really was one? Eventually, my lack of confidence in my ability to actually look convincing s a female became so strong I suppressed my urge to cross-dress for over twenty years. I have to say throughout those two decades the desire to dress as a woman never diminished, I used to think of it almost every day and I would, no point in denying this, envy women when I saw them, I was desperate to be a woman...or was I? Again, another issue was ever present. I know I get a real thrill and enjoy the fact that I am a man dressing up as a woman, I really love that and it also sets free the suppressed actor I wish I had been and even though I now always dress up as a woman in private, it gives me an opportunity to perform, to be that female impersonator.
Part of me is greatly attracted to the performance aspects and I do enjoy the whole transformation from male to female and love all the physical preparation, make-up, wigs and dresses, it is incredibly good fun and liberating and yet, another part of me wants it to be real, part of me wants to be a woman. I then get into a whole circle that goes around and around of am I transsexual? Am I deluding myself? No! I love being a transvestite, its so very exciting and don’t get me wrong, I adore, truly adore being a transvestite. I do enjoy the notion of illusion and presenting an image that is very different to my normal gender. I can still get very aroused sexually by cross-dressing and I still love the idea of acting as a woman alongside a man and carrying the role off well enough to be able to maybe kiss a man and hold his hand and really try and be a female companion alongside him, but it is purely performance. For me it is the challenge of playing a character role as well as I possibly can and trying to make that character convincing, it’s driven I believe, by my aspirations as a teenager to be an actor. It’s a case of to make the woman I am portraying feel real I need to act as her and play her as an heterosexual woman. A variation on the way straight actors can play gay roles. It’s just my ego being driven by the desire to make my female alter-ego be as real a woman as I can make her.
I do know now that I am in my mid fifties that I am an heterosexual male as I am not attracted to men but I like the idea I can dress up as a woman and pretend I am as it makes my female performance more convincing.
Maybe it is all a delusion and I am rationalising things in a way that makes it acceptable to me. I can recall I once hired a professional make-up artist to transform me into a woman back in 2002 as I was keen to learn how to apply make-up properly for my facial features and skin colouring. He told me I did look like a woman but it was obvious I was a man. When I asked why he said I was still acting like a man and I needed to modify my thinking and physicality to become a woman if the illusion was to work. As you can imagine this ignited the frustrated actor within me and I try to achieve this each time I dress up as a female.
While a part of me, what I call my transsexual part, feels elation at taking on the appearance of a woman (well trying to take on the appearance) another part of me enjoys the adventure of it all, the daring of being a man and completely throwing all of that to one side and trying to become feminine. Part of me is indeed the classic transvestite, I just love the dressing up, the wigs and the make-up, it is such an exciting experience to cross-dress but I am pre disposed to favour such an activity so I would like it wouldn’t I.
I do always feel sheer delight when I completely make myself over into my female alter-ego and I do experience that wish that I could stay a woman forever yet I know that within a few hours that feeling will diminish and I will be content to become my male self once more. I thrive on the memories of my cross-dressing sessions and the anticipation of the next one. These days I am lucky to manage two occasions a year so they are very precious to me and give me a some relief for the part of me that fervently wishes I was a woman not a man but…I am a man…the circle begins once more…
I'm not expecting this picture to generate much interest at all here on Flickr. The reason I'm posting it is I am at heart a man who who wanted to be an actress. I wanted to play female roles. What this means is I enjoy experimenting with make-up, wigs and female outfits.
The reality is I am rubbish at acting but as I get older I fear missing out on my dream of taking on female roles. Some may cringe and squirm at my admission of wanting this and though I think I may well invite ridicule I simply had to try it out, albeit in private.
I have always liked the look of the business woman and female lawyers. Their outfits are stylish and admittedly prim and somewhat severe. I think the mix of primness with make-up, bright red lipstick and smooth shaved legs and high heel court shoes is a mix of femininity and confidence and I do find it rather sexy.
On Sunday, having had my first cross-dressing opportunity in ten months I had a desire to try out the severe lawyer appearance I enjoyed putting on the make-up, finding a suitable wig and skirt suit and felt the final touch to get the look was to adopt a less than impressed aloof haughty expression on my face and fasten up the top button on my shirt.
It is not a pretty feminine look but I felt quite the woman when I stood in front of the mirror and ruined the prim severity by smiling at my reflection. Having finally got into character and wiped the smile of my face, I took a photo. I'm going to admit I really enjoyed this look and felt quite a thrill to be portraying myself this way. If I am honest, I actually felt empowered to be this woman, the whole outfit was great to wear and I loved the shoes. I would love to go to a meeting dressed this way. I have always been attracted to the prim tailored appearance of female lawyers. I think the make-up and the skirt and heels gives their image real panache over their male counterparts.
I think it would be fun to create a theme on Flickr of prim but stylish tailored female looks. I am definitely going to explore this one further. Has anyone else ever faced exploring this type of female appearance?
Yesterday the village I live in had an event to celebrate 170 years since the station opened. A fair number of people dressed up for the occasion.
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The mood to spend time as a woman is powerful within me this evening. I am not able to act upon this desire so all I can do is recall memories of previous cross-dressing sessions.
I acknowledge my pictures are dull and indulgent and are more for my own vanity but I do delight in preparing myself for them and enjoy the performance of attempting to be a woman on camera.
The evening I took this picture I had spent the afternoon shaving my legs, chest and arms. Plucking my eyebrows and trying my best to remember how to apply my make up before that final thrill of dressing in lingerie, pantihose, slipping on a skirt and stepping into high heels. The resulting photo is not that good. As happens a lot with me, I was not quite in position when the timer ran out and the camera took the picture.
Seeing the photo though fills me with delight as I see myself dressed as a female and I recall how elated I felt. It was an emotionally satisfying experience as I admit I adore trying to be a lady.
Weekly Alphabet Challenge - Z is for Zeal
Up to London on Saturday, and it was pride day, so lots going on and lots of colour.
This lady was outside Hamleys toy store in Regents Street, and she was doing a great job at entertaining the children.
Rupert has a hard life here in London. As a Cattle Dog he can still clean up for a night out in the city. His motto is work hard, play hard.
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