Hey, Superman wore glasses.

  
 My working title for this post was Headless Trannies but I opted for something a little more positive. I am the last person to complain about other people. My basic life ethics include forgiving and forgetting, not judging but trying to find the positive and good in all. That is why I struggled to put this out without a negative vibe.


  Like so many other Tgirls. I spend a lot of time on Flickr.com. It's our forum to post and view photos of each other in all our feminine finery. Much like everyone else, I have gone through an evolution process with my look and my photos. In the beginning, there is an awkward phase of: 1. lack of makeup skills, 2. questionable choices of fashion, 3. poor self grooming, 4. weak self photography skills, and 5. a general lack of confidence.

  The first four of those things are quickly overcome with some help, experience and self critiquing. The last one however; confidence, is not so easily obtainable. It takes a great deal of positive feedback and personal approval to begin to build a small amount of confidence. This is why so many Tgirls crop their own heads out of the picture. They may be pleased enough with their clothing choices and their overall body image but are not happy about how their face looks.
   To this situation, I would say: Ladies, you are never going to look exactly like Kate Moss, or Jennifer Aniston, or Hiedi Klum or any other femme icon that you imagine yourself to be. Instead, focus on being the best You that you can be. Sure, we all have bad hair days, or bad makeup days but it doesn't matter. Post it up and you will be surprised how much support and encouragement you will get. When people see your face they are far more likely to engage with you than if you are just a headless body. Think of it this way.... Even a a girl with a face that gets scored a Four by the judges beats one without a face at all, who gets a big Zero.

  The other reason why many Tgirls continue to post photos of themselves without their head is so that they cannot be recognized. Many of us have personal situations where we would not want either family, friends, co-workers, or neighbours to discover our secret. We still want to post pictures however, in order to search out acceptance and approval via the web. This is why a large number of Tgirls still post headless shots of themselves on the internet. They are thinking that if one of the above people sees their photo some how, their identity will be saved by the fact that their head is missing from the picture. Wrong!!

  Here is why. Firstly, there are so many other things that would get you busted first. Things like Her wardrobe (if it was borrowed) or the setting of the picture, such as your living room, bedroom, or other part of your house will get faster recognition. You would be amazed at how much a wig and makeup do for a disguise. Throw in body augmenting items like a corset, breast forms or hip pads and you would not be recognized by your own mother unless you told her. Its like a super hero and their secret identity. I have put this to a test.

  I have slipped a photo of myself dolled up, face showing, by someone who knows me as well as anyone and the only only thing they gleamed from the picture was the setting. To this day, that person still asks who "that woman" was in the back yard. I just tell him it was a neighbour (who has since moved away).
   I also had a friend from a local GLBT nightclub that I used to hang out with who has only ever saw me dressed up. One day, purely by coincidence, this friend ended up at my regular place of work as a customer. I recognized her immediately but I did not reveal my alternate identity to her. We did business and had a conversation for about ten minutes and at no time did she ever clue into who I was. I confirmed the fact the next time I ran into her at the club. I have splattered my face all over the web for over a decade and it has never come back to me.

  So you see, the disguise works. Remember, Superman just threw on a pair of glasses and shirt and tie and Lois Lane and Jimmy Olsen never figured out that he and Clark Kent were the same person. I am one of the many people who are far less trusting and accepting of a headless tranny. I don't care if you're not as hot as Kate Beckinsale. I would converse with you all the same. If you don't trust me to show me your face that how can trust you?

With that said, I have a small number of pictures of myself on my flickr page with my head cut off. Those pics are just the fault of the photographer, Otto Timur, who needs to keep his day job. I throw most of them out but the few that I have kept were for something special or unique in the picture. 99% of my photos show my face.

Here's looking at you.
XOXO
MMC

Hit and Miss

 Hit and Miss   Anybody else see this show yet? "She's not your typical dad."

There is a whole lot that I can relate to here. Cloe Sevigny plays an Irish, mob contract hitter with a bit of a secret. She is MTF transsexual named Mia/Ryan and discovers that she has a son from an old girlfriend who died from cancer and has left her (Mia) as guardian of her entire family.

It would be like Leon the Professional meets TransAmerica

The relation I have is more to do with a story of mine called Trooper Blondie which has a main character with a similar background and same name. I felt a similar connection when I saw Breakfast on Pluto.

Were you expecting the pizza guy?

Time to pay your bill

I'm not bad, I'm just drawn...no wait, I am bad.

It aired in 2012 on Sky Network in the UK (6 episodes) and is slated for a second season. Rumour is that HBO will be airing it in North America. Its a cable show so it has lots of full frontal nudity, graphic violence, and lots of F bombs. I watched it online because I could wait for the North American release or the DVD set.

If you are like me and enjoy kick ass trannies with guns, you'll love this show.

One other reviewer wrote:
  "Have any of you watched this show? It’s about Mia, an Irish transexual assassin, who learns that she has a son from a previous relationship and has been named guardian for him and his siblings after her ex’s death.

I think it’s actually quite good - I’m cisgender so I can’t say for sure how well it deals with her transexuality, but it looks good to me. Some problematic scenes. Some triggering scenes. Serious issues with the kids and the neighbours and her job.
Mia is a really kickass BAMF lady and her romantic interest is hot. Also I want all her clothes, OMG!"

If you haven't seen it yet, check it out....if you have seen it, post your opinions in the comments.

The Schoolgirl Fantasy

   We have all been guilty of it at one point in our lives or another. We either fell for the school girl or wanted to be like one or both. It can be a taboo subject because of the age issue. I guess when you're under 20 its supposedly okay to fantasize about it but if you're older then you have to imagine that they are at least college age or just really dumb and held back. Of course, when you fantasize that you are one of them its all fine if you are adult age. Whatever.
   We know that its all about that cute little pleated kilt. It gives the statement of good order and discipline and innocence but at the same time is ultra feminine and flatters the legs and hips. I guess you can call it a guilty pleasure. When you're in your forties like me, wearing a school girl outfit is so unrealistic that it can be just comical. So when g*rls our age do this, it ought to be with tongue planted firmly in cheek.
    For this blog, I wanted to make a comic strip type of picture post. I can add some of these on flickr but the effect of the comic book idea might get lost. Here it goes:

Setting, late autumn, after detention at school, Mary-Margret leaves school and tries to catch the late bus.

 She realizes that it's too late.

"I guess I'll just wait around here until a teacher comes out, so I can call home"

"I'm getting worried, its getting pretty late."

But "lucky" for Mary-Margret a white van pulls up and honks its horn. The driver waves her over.

"Wow, its my lucky day, a free ride from a kind person"

"Are you going my way mister?"

The van door slides open and reveals a large group of men. "Gee guys, is there enough room in there for me too? We are all going to be squished in there tightly. Oh well."

Several hours later, Mary-Margret finally arrives home. "Hi Mom, I'm home."

"Missy...do you know how late you are?"

"but Mom.... its not my fault. First, a boy in my class dropped his pencil on the floor, then I bent over to pick it up, then the teacher..."

"Never mind that, look at you, your hair is a mess, your skirt is too high again, your knees are red and you smell like gin and semen."

"I'm getting the heavy belt this time Mary-Margret. Turn around and and get ready for the worst whipping of your life." "But Mom, my bum is still really sore from....ooops, never mind. Just give me the spanking."

"Gee I hope those nice guys give me a lift again soon." The end.

Okay, I hope that nobody actually took any of this seriously. Its funny when you look a series of pictures and from that a story pops into your head. No schoolg*rls were actually harmed in the making of this story.

Fun fact about this shoot was that the school board building was actually used. Thanks for looking, enjoy, leave comments but then get to bed. It's a school night.

Turning Heads and Minds

I had a post about spies, Bond, 007 and such that was in a comic book type of format. The pictures that I have to support it were taken with fun with entertainment being the focus but I decided to shelve it for now. The pictures that I have include me holding a pistol in some of them. In the wake of the recent gun violence, I decided that it ought to wait for another time.

With that said, I tried to come up with another topic to post on. I have often been vocal in my opinions about labelling. I don't like the idea of fitting into someones box of definitions so that they can put me on their shelf in the correct place. If you want to hear a tirade from me, just ask me to define myself or ask me if I would call myself ... "X or Y or Z"
   I know many sisters who struggle with the subject and loose endless amounts of sleep trying to figure it out for themselves or trying to make sense of their conditioning being at odds with the expanding feeling in the loins. I am secure knowing that I am me and I don't need to be any thing else. I am an individual, Mary-Margret Callahan, the one and only.
   It's not that I don't care about myself. I do try to look my best. I do try to express myself in a manner that I would not regret in the future. I do search for acceptance and appreciation. I am just not going to beg for it or compromise myself for it..
   I have flirted with different styles. I often wear costumes but that is just the fun person in me that enjoys a good costume which is no different than anyone else who dresses up for Halloween or comic con. I just find female costumes more enjoyable. I have been cross dressing for a long time now and I have settled into a comfortable style that suits me and compliments my shape, age, personality,etc, that I like. It seems to be popular with others too. One admiring fan stated, and I quote:
    " You have nailed an elegant and sensual look all in naturalistic setting, ...You choice of dress and the weapons of choice i.e. good quality nylons with the occasional peek at the top, does more than overt publication. You have also nailed the look, the semi mature goth (intended to be a compliment) is something unique to you."

 

   Although I did chastise him a little for attempting to "define" my look, I did have to agree on the assessment. This was my reply:
   " I am growing into a style, despite the occasional costume, which is a sense of me. The flirty dress or the pencil skirt and blouse often with a touch of leather seems to be my preferred style. I do enjoy teasing with my thighs and stocking tops. I am not afraid to go further but its the journey that makes the adventure.
   I like the term semi mature goth. I get that, although "semi mature" is a bit flattering. I am 47 and proud of it. If I pretended to be younger, people would say that I looked old for that age. By stating the truth there, people are more likely to say, "not bad for forty seven". I always liked the gothic look. I dabbled a bit at it before realizing that I could not pull it off fully. Instead, I just try to incorporate some of those elements into my look for some edge.."



   In the end, I can be inwardly pleased with myself and outwardly be pleased if I can just turns some heads and turn some minds.

Writer's block or distraction?

    There was a time when I spent way too much time writing. I used to spend every spare minute that I could find composing stories. There was always some story in my head or scribbled down on paper from the past that I wanted to turn out. When I finished writing Trooper Blondie back in 2005 I had a case of burn out and took a break. Since then however, I have only turned out one more short story.

   Part of the problem was new ideas but I have been thinking of a few new ones. I have been inspired. When I was up north last week, away from any electronics, I thought out at least three new stories in my head that I told myself to write about when I got home. I even have a couple in the infant stages of progress. My problem can't be described as writer's block. I guess it's more of writer's distraction.

  You see, when I sit down at my computer, I pull up my Flickr account to see what's new with my photos or to add new ones. Once I'm done there, I check out all my emails, then I look up this blog page, then I have to see what's new with some of my other favourite sites. By the time I'm done all that I think, "Oh ya, I should start working on a story." Then I realize that I have spent way too long on the computer and have to go to bed or go to work. I am already a horrible procrastinator. The internet just makes it worse for me to get a project done.

  Blogging is quick and easy. I can jot down an thought in a few minutes but the dedication it takes to write a story is different. The thought processes requires re-reading the entire draft and picking up the stream of from that point to continue. Once I start it, I don't want to stop either. This means I have to dedicate the time before digging in the writer's chair. The irony of this blog post is that I could have used this time to write a new page of a story. There I go again.

MMC

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Black Widow

   I just watched the Avengers again this week and can't get Scarlett Johansson out of my head. She was my favourite part of the movie and was also the highlight of Iron Man 2 for me.

 I had an old copy of Daredevil in the achieves that featured Black Widow and dug it up. I can remember tripping on her back then too.

  I did some research on her character's history and came across Marvel's Tales of Suspense #52, published back in 1964 where the Black Widow was first introduced. She would then appear in Iron Man in 1966 and then became an Avenger in 1967 as their 16th member.

One of the obvious differences of the original Black Widow was her attire. The original Black Widow wore a tight satin wiggle dress or pencil skirt, high heels, and a pill box hat with a black widows veil. She was a true femme fatale of the time. Her original name was Natalia Romonova and was a soviet spy. Marvel later had her change sides when she joined the Avengers. Her name then became Natasha Romonoff. She didn't get her trademark jumpsuit until 1970 in an appearance in Spiderman. I couldn't help but loving the old outfit. It was nostalgic and sexy. It is the image of the female assassin that I could truly envision.

Mind you. I still prefer her as a redhead. That much is undeniable. So in my recent musings on what to wear I had an epiphany. Old school Black Widow....but with red hair. I guess its old school meets modern age or post feminist Black Widow if you will. Here are the shots...

Step into my parlour...

Innocent?

Did you see this coming?

Deadly with a pistol.

Vintage Femme Fatale

Blowing smoke

The sword can be even deadlier.

Reflecting

Now, how about that kiss?