Oui!

Posts by Lady Grey (see Weekend Ends) and Ms. Marie got me to thinking about the fist time I encountered cross-dressing, and transvestism outside of my own experiences or imagination.

That would have been some time back in the 70's courtesy of Oui magazine.  I was innocently paging through a copy, looking for skin pics, when I came across an article describing a visit to an S and M club in New York City.  Featured therein was a lady going by the name of Belle Du Jour.  The article said she was a beautician by day and a Dominatrix at nite.  (I have long suspected some cosmetologists of leading a double life.)

She presented a slave to the audience, noting that: "When I put a man into female clothing, he becomes exceptionally submissive."  Her creation emerges from behind a screen, a scene out of a fin de siecle novel, a French maid.  The author relates that the details are letter perfect, from the garter belt peeking out of the dress to the lurid polish on the fingers and toes.

Pretty with a smile, n'est-ce pas?

I scare myself....

These are the lyrics to a Tom Hicks tune.  I do indeed scare myself sometimes.  I find comfort and safety sometimes in places that aren't so good for me, like alcohol.  I feel most secure at the feet of a strong woman. Capishe?

I think often about abduction and forced slavery.  I am working on a post recalling the first erotic story I read with this theme.  In reality I think I'd want no part of any such thing, but then, it's all in good fun.  Isn't it?


I scare myself
just thinking about you
I scare myself
when I'm without you
I scare myself
the moments that you're gone
I scare myself
when I let my thoughts run

and when they're runnin'
I keep thinking of you
and when they're runnin'
what can I do?

I scare myself
and I don't mean lightly
I scare myself
it can get frightenin'
I scare myself
to think what I could do
I scare myself
it's some kinda voodoo

and with that voodoo
I keep thinking of you
and with that voodoo
what can I do?

but it's oh so, so, so different
when we're together
and I'm oh so so much calmer, I feel better
for the stars have crossed our paths forever
and the sooner that you realize it, the better

then I'll be with you
and I won't scare myself
and I'll know what to do
and I won't scare myself
and then I'll think of you
and I won't scare myself
and then my thoughts'll run
and I won't scare myself

then I'll be with you
and I won't scare myself
and I'll know what to do
and I won't scare myself
and I'll think of you
and I won't scare myself
and my thoughts will run
and I won't scare myself...

Hey Babe, take a walk on the wild side.

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Is this the way life's meant to be?

As I gaze around at this wreck of a town
Where people never speak aloud
I wonder
Oh I wonder
yes I wonder
Is this the way life's meant to be?

Jeff Lynn of E L O

For those who may not know Electric Light Orchestra AKA ELO was a Supergroup ( before supermodels were invented) of the 1970's

I've been a bit frustrated here these last few days.  It happens from time to time.  I suppose I'm just whiny, but I just hate it when things don't work out like you expect.

Your friend marries the wrong person.  You take off your mirror on a post in the car park. Someone you trust lies to you. Brain food gets squat, porno post gets a bizillion. You buy something online and it just doesn't fricking fit.

It's supposed to fit, it ought to fit.  It's  not  like I'm freakishly large or anything (well, I am modest)....BUT IT DOESN'T FIT!!!!!!!

With the ground at my feet
maybe it's just the old street
I wish I was back in 1981

Panther Village

I saved this some time back, when I found the other one posted on "Panther Girl".  Thought you all might find it interesting.  Don't forget to say hi if you stop in.

Male Slavery: Seven Reasons Why Men Should Worship Your Feet

Male Slavery: Seven Reasons Why Men Should Worship Your Feet

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely....

Well, I'm not really. Sure would be nice if somebody, anybody would post a thought as a comment.  Here are some starters for the last post:  Yes Jack, it IS a woman's world.  Lucky for us they can't drive and/or get lids off jars (or put them back on)! Whew!!