A-Neut'rin' We Will Go

Our newest cat, Tab Hunter, had his orchiectomy yesterday. Imagine his surprise when he awoke to find the eight breast implants, and us calling him Tabitha. A little forced feline feminization. He should pass well, as he was already quite beautiful.

I kid, I kid. Our vet is one that comes to the house, so Tab's operation was on the kitchen table, just like Desmond's a few months ago. And with that, I won't have to worry about tendering any dinner invitations to you nice folks.

I promised a report on last Saturday's meeting, and I'm sure all ten of my readers won't let me rest until I fulfill that vow. The meeting had a short tutorial on wig care from Cassie, combing and washing methods and such. Quite informative, really. I learned that I should definitely take my wig into the shop for a re-stretching of the cap, as it gives me headaches and tends to ride up in the back. Can you say ill-fitting? Sure you can. Guess it's a good thing I don't wear the darn thing more than four hours a month, huh?

We then had a lot of social time to mingle and converse. Our meetings have been so chockful of content lately that we haven't been able to just be social for some time. A nice change of pace, and very healthy for the bonding of the group. This meeting was again well-attended, with around 26 or 27 folks. This was unexpected, as the agenda was largely blank. Coming to hear a speaker is one thing, just coming to be there is quite another. I think we must be doing something right.

The leadership has been working valiantly toward getting a real website up and running, as I've mentioned previously. Sylvia has created a great logo, actually a bunch of variations on a theme, and I think it's a winner. When we finalize it, I will share it here. She is quite the artist, and not a bad photographer either, as you see her handiwork above. Of course, a lovely subject is a plus.

As I write this, I am wearing a new pair of girl jeans. I love the fit, though I confess to a lack of coordination buttoning and zipping with a different hand. I don't remember my other girl pants being reversed, but I can't swear to it. I feel that I could wear these in boy mode, but I would hate to stretch out the back pocket with a wallet, and the front pockets are very shallow. They would hold a lipstick pretty easily, but not everything I'm accustomed to carrying. I would need to accessorize with a man purse. Not quite ready for that, I fear. And my world's not ready for it either.

Maybe the vet could give me a bargain rate on an orchiectomy. The jeans would fit even better then.

Say Goodbye to My Little Friend

As the calendar turns inexorably to the warmer months, a young woman's fancies turn to...what?

I dunno. I'm neither young nor a woman. I do know that it's time for a transition. That's right. It's time for the hair removal implements to be put away once again, for the slash, burn and tweeze habits to be put to bed for a summer hibernation.

That's not totally true. The half-calf (tm) will make its quiet return, but the frequency of maintenance will be drastically cut back. Translation: Take a little off the bottom when I can no longer stand it. I am done with skirts till next November, probably, unless I do something with opaque tights next month. My gams aren't prize-winning, but I love to have them on display. As a lifelong leg man, nothing says feminine to me like a well-turned ankle, even my own.

We had a fantastic meeting last night, but I will save that for the next post. Sylvia will be sending me the latest pics, so that I might illustrate my post. We are finally on the road to having a proper website for the group. We have almost zero web presence, and feel like we are not serving everyone that might need us. If you can't find us, we can't help you. A website with the right tags embedded will help us pop up on search engines (and that is the extent of my knowledge and understanding). Making the world a better place, one deeply confused person at a time.