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La
Femme Silhouette
December
2004
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Table of Contents
Our
Last Meeting
The
Evolution of Gloria- Part V
Bits and Pieces-
Nature
Vs. Nurture
The
Clan of the Ducks
Texas
Traditions- Only In America
He's
a Lady
Touched-
A Bodies of Work
Bling
Holiday
Greetings
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De-Lovely
Evening
Diane
Frank comments
on our sublime
November
meeting.
I'd
like to remind
everyone
(again) that
one of the
many purposes
of this
newsletter is
to make people
feel really
bad about
missing a
meeting.
Sometimes
that's been
hard to do...
like when our
speaker for
the month
falls through.
But not this
time. Oh, no.
Not this time.
As a matter of
making
lemonade out
of a lemon,
our meeting
was held at
Designs by
Victoria. Our
regular
location was
pre-empted and
we needed a
space fast.
Shawn Jackson
wrote us a
while back,
soliciting our
business, the
first person
to do so in a
long time. She
was invited to
speak at one
of our
meetings, but
needing to
care for a
very special
and very ill
uncle living
out of state,
she had to
cancel at the
last minute.
But she was
ever so
gracious as to
let us meet at
her store last
month. So we
had the
opportunity to
hear Shawn's
story (vide
infra) and see
her store at
the same time.
Probably the
most important
function of
the meeting
was wish
Kathleen well,
even though
she wasn't
well enough to
be there. We
took the
unprecedented
step of taking
a picture of
the willing to
email to her.
(And yes,
gang, as
promised, the
pictures are
erased from my
camera, my
computer and
my email
files, only
Kathleen has
it now).
Kathleen and
Gloria aren't
the only
people in our
group having a
hard time due
to health and
other issues
right now, and
I know we wish
all of them a
speedy return
to good health
and better
fortune in the
coming year.
Shawn's
story is both
simple and
profound. She
was raised by
her closeted
cross-dressing
uncle. Her
uncle was her
"mother"
in many ways
and when she
was growing up
she had no
idea that
**ever** man
didn't
crossdress. At
one point
later in her
life, her
uncle's
clothing
habits were
discovered by
other
relatives and
a family split
occurred. Now
he is very
ill, and Shawn
has traveled a
lot to help
care for him.
One of the
things that
has brightened
his spirits
and helped is
days pass more
easily is to
be made up and
look good. And
Shawn reports
that after
long
estrangement
and lack of
acceptance,
now, at last
other family
members are
starting to
bridge the
gap, help care
for a loved
one as he
needs to be
cared for, and
break their
own boundaries
in the name of
love. One of
our members
said to me
that this was
the kind of
story that
people have to
hear. I'm very
pleased that
Shawn was not
only willing
to share it
with us, but
to share it
with the world
by permitting
me to condense
things for the
newsletter.
Shawn's store
is friendly to
our community
and I
encourage
people looking
for skin care
products and
intimate items
to try her
store out.
For
once, our
meeting was a
bit swamped
with topics.
Kate, Elaine’s
spouse, spoke
on facets of
jewelry. But
Kate knows
what works and
what doesn't
and how to
care for what
you've got.
Beyond the
educational
aspects, Kate
took the
opportunity to
try to find a
good home for
her
grandmother's
costume
jewelry
collection,
the proceeds
to benefit our
depleted
treasury. I've
attached some
pictures of
the bling,
bling so
people can see
what they
missed.
One
last bit of
business. We
will try a new
location in
January.
Directions and
info will be
available to
members on the
list-server.
Happy
Holidays,
Diane
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The Evolution of
Gloria – Part V
Our chairman’s journey continues.
Being able to only wear something feminine once in a while
was a pain that hurt deeply, but it was all that could happen. Another year
passed, and George turned fourteen. The war between George and me was a no-win
situation for either of us. Ma once more was in the hospital for an extended
time. It was a terrible thing to admit, but knowing Ma would be in the hospital
was a joyful time for me because only then could I fully come to life again.
George had grown another inch or two but was still the shortest boy in his
class. His body also filled out a little more, but that was a good thing for me.
Once more "George" skipped a day of school so I could come to full
life again. There had been few times in the year that had passed where I could
even partly come alive. But one of those times was vivid for me as I prepared
that morning.
While visiting a young couple that was friends of Ma and Dad,
George had been left all alone in their house for about four hours. Barbara, the
wife, was an attractive young woman, and I had secretly admired the things she
wore. In spite of George’s denial, I was not about to give up the opportunity
to check out her things. I went into Barbara’s bedroom and began to look
through her closet and dresser. The only drawback to me seemed to be that
Barbara was a tall woman, about six inches taller than me. I even checked out
Barbara’s clothes hamper for things to try on. George’s clothes were soon
discarded.
Wearing Ma’s things was one situation, but I knew trying on
someone else’s clothes was something to be very careful about, so that it was
never suspected by anyone. I had become very good at being careful, though. The
clothes hamper provided me with a bra that Barbara had worn. I knew it would be
easy to wear it with no suspicion of my deed. I put on the bra, and it did fit
nicely. It felt exciting to wear Barbara’s bra on my body. Padding out the bra
was done, and I was so glad to see myself becoming a girl again.
I knew it was wrong for me to be in Barbara’s clothes, but
I just didn’t care about that at the moment. It was exciting to be getting
dressed up again, and there was even an erotic thrill to be putting on and
seeing myself in another woman’s intimate things. Wearing Ma’s things had
become so normal for me to do. Wearing Barbara’s things was exciting, and I
liked that excitement. Barbara’s slips, dresses, and skirts were, as I had
feared, far too long to me, and I could not hem them up.
Barbara did not have a pair of stockings that she had worn,
and I dared not wear the new pair in her dresser. Her shoes were too big to wear
at all. That time was vivid to me that morning though very little had fit me
because it was different than other times of trying on one or two items of
someone else’s things.
I had spent two hours in Barbara’s bedroom and had had
plenty of time to check out all her personal and intimate things. I knew the
style and size of her bra and the colors and types of panties Barbara wore under
her outer clothes. I knew the brand of her stockings, and that she had over
twenty slips in her dresser. I knew her shoe size and dress size, and that red
seemed to be her favorite color to wear. I had checked out her make up that I
was afraid to try on, and found out she had very little jewelry that she wore. I
knew she wore mostly flats and only had two pair of heels.
There was a lot about Barbara that I knew after that two
hours, and even though very little had fit me, I had felt a very erotic
sensation inside me while going through her things. Part of me told me that I
had done something very wrong by, in essence, invading her most intimate and
private things. But another part of me was not at all sorry for my deeds. George
was furious with me, but I didn’t care. I had so few chances to see and feel
and wear all the pretty things I wanted to wear, so that I could sense and feel
being a girl. If that meant going beyond Ma’s things, then so be it.
And I had enjoyed the erotic feeling of Barbara’s things on
my body, and that sensation was becoming more prominent to me. I had felt sexy
wearing Ma’s nightgowns, and I had enjoyed it. Unlike so many times over the
years of wearing pretty things just to look like a girl, now I was even more
sensing myself as being a girl. The sexuality of being a girl was now coming to
light and was adding a whole new aspect to "dressing up". George was
in puberty and going through new sensations for himself, as a boy, as he became
a young man. It was not an easy time for him, or for me. Though he was gaining
new interest in girls, he was still made fun of for his height and looks. George
was not the tall, dark, and handsome boy that the girls seemed to be attracted
to, and that hurt very deeply.
In Ma’s bedroom that morning, I discarded George’s
clothes very quickly and hid them from sight. I needed this time badly. George
may have been a part of me, but I didn’t want him and his insecurities there
at all. As I said, George’s body had filled out some from his boyish figure.
These changes, though subtle, pleased me very much that day. I found my clothes
and laid them out on the bed. At first, I worried that maybe they would no
longer fit, but I needed them to fit so much.
The panty girdle was a bit snug now, and it took a little
extra time to, shall we say, tuck away any telltale signs of boyness, but once
in place, it felt good to see my girl’s body returning. The sexual aspects
were fully at play. Putting on my bra, I took extra time to pad it out and see
my breasts take form and add to my figure. George’s fuller chest added to my
pleasure of seeing and feeling my chest as a girl. I was so glad that George
still had a very firm waist, and as I looked at myself in the dresser mirror, I
saw that my figure seemed even better than before.
George’s legs and thighs were even fuller and shapelier
than before, and that became even more apparent as I put on my stockings and
hooked them up. I laughed to myself, as I knew that boys might make fun of
George’s legs, but they would definitely not laugh at mine. My slip was also
snugger than before, and it was, perhaps, a bit too small for me, but once I had
it on it felt so good. In the dresser mirror the proof was there to see. Nobody
could or would doubt the body and the legs of this woman in the mirror.
Ma now had a pair of dark brown 3" spike heels in the
closet. The heels were snug, but walking around the bedroom, they felt very good
indeed. Finding other clothes to wear was a problem, and very disappointing.
Everything I tried on seemed too small, or too big, or just not something I
wanted to wear even if it did fit. I was even unable to find the nightgowns from
the year before. I did put on lipstick and jewelry, but even these things that I
loved to wear couldn’t seem to complete me as I wanted to be, and that hurt.
After a couple hours I was sitting on the living room couch
in my underclothes and slip, and heels, and crying. I was so close and yet so
far away from the joy I wanted to feel. The television was turned on so I could
try and distract my thoughts. Gypsy Rose Lee had a daytime talk show that I
started to watch half-heartedly. Her guest was singing a song, and then did some
impressions of some famous actresses such as Bette Davis. I watched as, at the
end of her routine, she reached up and pulled off her hair. The guest, to my
amazement, and to the shock of the audience as well, was a man dressed as a
woman.
TO BE CONTINUED
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BITS & PIECES
Member travels, activities, thoughts, views, interests
NATURE OR NUTURE?
"Depends on the politics of the studier" - by Diane Frank.
We see lots of stories
about the difference between male and female. Often the stories are about
whether the differences are truly biological or are the result of culture
(nature vs nurture). A recent study has found that how these studies are
presented in the news reflects the political stance of the publishers.
Conservatives tend to lean towards nature and liberals towards nurture. See:
http://www.womensenews.org/article.cfm/dyn/aid/2071/context/uncoveringgender/
Unfortunately Womens E News charges for reprint rights...
otherwise I'd have submitted the entire article for the newsletter. I'll get
around to putting a permanent link to it on the website.
"THE CLAN OF THE DUCKS"
Sherry finds that even Rugrats know how to be cool.
Out of the mouths of babes they say. How true that can be!
One morning I happened across that particular episode of the Rugrats.
All the babies were in the yard wishing for summer. One of
them says the only thing he didn't like about summer was that it gave them
diaper rash almost all the way down his legs. So little Lil says, "Not if
you get to wear a dressy!" All the boys say they want to wear dressies and
Lil says, "You can't! You're a boy. Boys don't wear dressies. They ask why
and she said "because your a smelly stinky boy."
So all get whisked away
with their mothers except Phil and Chuckie. They have to wait at home with
Phil's father who happens to fall asleep on the couch. The boys’ head up to
Phil and Lil's bedroom where they are determined to wear dressies!
They each find a skirt with little duckies on them.
Immediately they discover that dressies are cooler! And if you twirl, they go up
and they make you giggle. And Chuckie, who is in the process of being potty
trained, realizes that it's easier to go potty if you have a dressy on. They get
tired and as they lay down for a nap, they also realize that dressies are nice
for naps.
So Phil's father wakes up and realized that he's late getting
them to the International Food Festival at the park. So without knowing, he
scoops them up and off they go. At the park, they wake up in their strollers and
panic. They have dressies on! That panic is soon gone, when a little boy comes
up to Chuckie, thinking he's a girl, and offers him some candy. Chuckie picks up
on his mistake and is going to tell him I’m not a little girl, I'm a little
boy, until Phil eyes chocolate! He interrupts and says, "Why yes... I'd
like some chocolate!" Then the boys argue over which little girl belongs to
which boy.
Even as children were conditioned, without coaching... that
"pretty" gets you good things! Now wouldn't want to wear a dressy?
Suddenly a gust of wind blows Chuckies skirt up, and they’re
outted! They take off running. As Chuckie and Phil are running away from the
boys who are mad at their deception, they come across all kinds of sights. Like
Sumo wrestlers! If boys cant wear dressies, then why is it that these grown men
can wear diapers?
Then they come across the Scottish wearing their kilts. And
there are a bunch of Scottish babies. Chuckie and Phil run to them for
protection and they ask them..."What clan are you from?" The leader
sees the duck's on their skirts and he says, "Why... they are from the Clan
of the ducks!"
No need for protection. As the little boys catch up, there
they are...all the little boys in dressies! And they all moon them! HA!
So, there are a lot of advantages to wearing dressies. Even
in the eyes of babes!
ONLY IN AMERICA
"A little here and there, eventually..."
You can't make this stuff up - Elaine
HOUSTON - Cross-dressing was out at a rural East Texas school
district after a Christian legal group complained a long-standing school
tradition of reversing social roles for a day would promote homosexuality. The
cross-dressing tradition began some years back as a kind of Sadie Hawkins Day
where girls ask boys to go out on dates.
But Delana Davies, who has two children in the Spurger
school, complained this year that the tradition could promote homosexuality and
got the Liberty Legal Institute, a right-wing Christian legal group, to take up
the cause.
"It might be fun today to dress up like a little girl --
kids think it's cute and things like that. And you start playing around with it
and, like drugs, you do a little here and there (and) eventually it gets
you," said Davies.
As a substitute the school decided to hold "Camo"
day, where students dress in black boots and Army camouflage
HE’S
A LADY
Diane S. Frank notes "has anyone been following He's
A Lady? Apparently they're being sued for idea theft."
http://home.businesswire.com/portal/site/google/index.jsp?ndmViewId=news_view&newsId=20041123005172&newsLang=en
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TOUCHED: BODIES OF WORK
Diane S. Frank reviews a recent Cleveland performance
Besides the Day of Remembrance this year I attended a
performance of "Touched: Bodies of Work", at Cleveland Public Theatre.
This evening of performances on GLBT themes was enjoyable, if somewhat
predictable. The gay themed pieces (As set off in the poems of Pablo Neruda and
"A Rustle of Wings" (by Linda Eisenstein) studies all focus on desire
and passion. The lesbian play (Marla's Devotion) also by Eisenstein focused on
relationship issues, this time in the context of the growth of one of the
characters. Our friend Kathy Harvey sang two songs from "The Sissy
Show" and it was fun to see them out of context of the show, even if they
did deal with the more obvious themes- fear of discovery and trying to figure
out where one fits in the systems of desire.
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bling
(blĭng) n.
The sound produced from light reflected by a diamond.
Flash and sparkle; glamour.
ORIGIN unknown
The November and December meetings
positively glowed with your exquisite but neglected -
in-need-of-a-new home - family jewels.
Kate was on-hand at the November meeting to
explain how to select pieces to top off your ensemble, the
long and short of necklaces, and how to adapt your favorite
pieces to fit special needs.
Our holiday "raid the ice box"
sale netted the AO treasury over $100. And, equally important,
put some beautiful baubles back into circulation.
Thanks to all who brought and bought!
Elaine
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HOLIDAY
GREETINGS
WISHING
YOU ALL A BEAUTIFUL
HOLIDAY SEASON AND A NEW
YEAR OF HEALTH AND
HAPPINESS
Elaine
& Kate
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