Monthly Archives: February, 2019

Be careful who you tease

Yes, 2 weeks from now, I’ll be in Blackpool, and for a few days at least, all the normal dates for blogs may not happen. Not because the internet isnt good in the Guest House I’ll be staying in (it is), but because I suspect I’m going to be a busy old lady for a few days, plus the layout of the room isnt great for things like typing long blogs, but anyway…

Seriously, if you have any chance of being in Blackpool, on the 15th March, you need to buy tickets for ‘That’s Entertainment’ that night, just to see what amazing outfit I’m dressed in. I’m not saying they will be as in the video, but hey, if thats what we’re teased with, as options, well who knows? 😉 You can get the greeting, and movie for as little as £10, and can get the full works, including the after show party, for £20, and no telling what a ‘saucy chorus girl’ might get up to then! Probably not a lot, but the only way to find out…?

For those wanting details of the weekend, and the chance to buy tickets, go to http://www.wintergardensfilm.co.uk/ to purchase.

Last night, the lovely lady who arranges our outfits for the night, teased us that she was looking into what we would be wearing on the night, and posted the video, which is about the last 2 and a half minutes of this, as a tease to us ladies that we would be getting something like these. I think she was expecting us all to say we couldnt wear something like that, but several of us (including me) just said to ‘bring it on’, even more so if including the headpieces. So yes, now she’s probably trying to find these sort of shimmery outfits lol, I just hope she remembers I need something with a bit of discreteness in the genital area, lol!

To be honest, to wear one of those, or similar outfits that chorus girl dancers like Clara Johnson wore, would be absolutely amazing. But fine, I admit it, wearing one of those crazy headpieces would definitely be as much fun to wear. I have worn some crazy costumes over the year (and hopefully will soon wear one more), but never worn anything like those on my head. Must be weird walking in them, but fine, I’d love to give it a try! Now, if someone can download some dancing skills into my mind, within the next fortnight, you have no idea how thrilled I would be!

Oh fine, the video. Feel free to suggest which outfit you’d love to see me in. I think the Hedy Lamarr one could work for me, as would cover up what needs to be covered up, looks amazing, and as for that starry headpiece…oh my!

I have set the video to where the gorgeous outfits start to appear, but feel free to go back to the start, if you wish

Slide away

When I was younger, I did manage to play a few sports to a school standard level, if nothing more. So in that sense, I must have been at least half decent at cricket, golf, and the shot putt. I also played rugby, and field hockey for my house, so I cant have been truly awful at those sports either. Yes, all pre transition, lol. I would also point out that I played darts to a level, where I played in the Somerset Superleague (2nd team), so must have been quite decent at that too, though that was only after school, obviously. Sadly, none of those sports had very exciting sports uniforms at the time (some rugby shirts seem a pretty sleek fit nowadays), so nothing to get kinky about there.

There are also a few sports where I admire the women who do it, but have no desire to take part in myself. One of them is that annual event starting next weekend in Alaska, the Iditarod race from Anchorage to Nome. I think all (of both genders) who do that event are amazing, given they race for over a week, in temperatures that are in negative F, let alone negative C, and I am certain I couldnt do that. Doesnt stop me thinking that I might have to retire a few weeks early in 2024 (assuming my body lasts that long, which seems highly doubtful), so that I can be in Anchorage for the start of the race in that year. Yes, I’d love to go to Nome, for the finish, but practically, my budget is going to be stretched enough as it is, without the crazy add on air fare to go there.

OK, lets stop word filling. There is a sport for which I’d have no desire to do, even if I was young, fit and healthy, but would love to wear the outfit for, and thats luging! Yes, guilty as charged, its a kinky an outfit as you can probably get, as a legitimate sports woman, lol. Admittedly, most of the skiing outfits arent a lot less so, but luge tops it for me. But no, the idea of throwing yourself down a steep slope, with sharp bends, on a glorified tray, no thanks! Yes, I was watching it this morning, and all I felt was jealousy of them, for getting to wear that outfit, not for the speedy slide down that hill, with practically no protection! Not that a 60 year old should be doing something like that, healthy or otherwise, but anyway… No slide, just the outfit, pretty please.

Oh, and while I’m talking about things that I feel a 60 year old shouldnt be wearing, maybe I’ve got it wrong? Yesterday morning, I was riding the bus to work, and we stopped in Wyke (near Bradford) to pick up a couple of people. I could see one of them had a red coat on, but it was only when she got on the bus, and used her senior bus card to travel, did I see what it was made of, PVC, or a very PVC like material. She also had on a red dress underneath it, in the same material. Oh, and she had red shoes on, with at least 4 inch heels! Yes, seriously, she looked great! So as Ron Moody sang in Oliver, I might have to think about that matter again!

No, I’m never going to buy something like that (cost as much as anything), but now, if someone presented me with a PVC, Leather, or Latex outfit, and told me to put it on, fine, I probably would! So…? 😉

OK, video time. Going back to the luge, and what those amazing ladies do, with a little live Oasis. Warning, there are a few ‘rude’ words at the beginning of the video, so if easily shocked, might be wise to pass?

Take on Argyle

Or also known as my comments on a film from 3 years ago (yes, so recent!) with appeal to me, La La Land.

Back in 2015, I had the stunning experience of watching a movie, on a big screen, on the top of a theatre in Hollywood, set nearby, the famous Sunset Boulevard, starring Gloria Swanson. Watching that on an evening in October, with temperatures about 100 in the evening, was a surreal experience. My only visit to Los Angeles since then, I saw they were doing the same thing the week I was there, showing La La Land. Even though I looked a fair while before my visit, to see what options there were to repeat the experience, it was a total sell out!

Fortunately, yesterday morning, on a betting forum I visit, someone said that they were showing this movie on BBC 2 last night, so rather than just watching round 3 of the golf, I went over to the movie, to give it a try.

I’ll be quite honest, my main reason for wanting to watch it wasnt for the movie plot, it was for the location shots. And yes, there were any number of locations that I recognised from my trips to town. There was a musical number clearly filmed at the viewpoint above Hollywood that I went to on my first trip, in April 2015, though that was shot at night, and I saw it by day. My other obvious favourite was the shot of the murals at the top of Argyle Avenue, focusing on the Louise Brooks one, which I have walked past, or ridden past on a bus so many times before. And yes, if I stay up that way again on my intended visit to the city again next year, will do the same again. If not, I will probably just go up there once, anyway, as there is a fantastic Thai takeaway/restaurant nearby that I need to go to, just to see if one amazing old lady is still there, and still recognises me, which she did last time, after 3 years!

OK, the movie. Some of the dance numbers seemed a bit forced, but from the point of view of whether it fits in with the life of budding young actresses/musicians in La La Land, I suspect its probably pretty close. I wonder how she felt when Clara Johnson arrived in town in 1925, with ambitions to make it big herself? She never did of course, but seems to have had a pretty decent career dancing when the talking movies came in at least. Fine, I liked the way it all ended, I must admit. So overall, I enjoyed it, though probably more for the locations, than the story-line.

OK, video time. I was tempted to go with some Jazz, given thats what he played in the movies, but I havent a clue whats good, or bad. But equally, he was in an 80’s cover band, and this is a cover of one of those songs they played in the movie

 

A little bit of me, and a lot of them

Its funny how things work out, lunchtime, I was trying to work out what I was possibly going to blog about tonight. By the end of the afternoon (sadly, in this sense at least), I’m having to choose from 3!

Though I seemed to own a few 45’s from as early as 1962 (whether they were my purchases, or records bought by my parents that just ended up with me?), my main record buying era seems to have started around 1964, and principally from one store, Boots, in Chatham. Yes, in those days Boots had a big record selection, and even had those booths you could listen to the record in before purchase. My, how things have changed. I was taken in the store at the end of Saturday’s shopping expedition, and allowed to choose 1 single to buy, every time we went in there.

I remember limits, mind. For some reason best known to them, my parents wouldnt let me buy Beatles singles with their money, and to this day, I never have! Did buy Wings singles, a John Lennon single, and possibly others, but never a Beatles one! Was allowed to get covers of their songs though, but I’ll never know the logic of all that now. Oh, and crazily, the Kinks were fine!

The first time this child saw a pop group on TV, other than the odd early Top of the Pops, was a manufactured band from the US, acting in a zany manner on the TV. If anyone hasnt worked out I mean The Monkees, shame on you! Fine, I didnt know, nor care that they were manufactured, and never played on their early records, but fine I loved their sound. History is known, they soon rebelled against the tight reins over them, produced their own music, some of it pretty weird to a young child, and I lost interest when it went off TV.

But somehow, despite everything, in various shapes and forms, the music lived on. Mainly the early commercial stuff admittedly, but they kept going. People left, people returned, Nesmith played sometimes with them, but mainly not. Then, a few years ago, as is inevitable when battling against Father Time, the first of the original band to pass away happened, Davy Jones. Today, sadly, came the announcement of the second one to pass away, Peter Tork, at the age of 77! I know, I’m getting old too, but this sort of news just reminds me of that, lol. Somehow I dont think it will make the news, or social media when I pass away!

RIP, Peter.

OK, video time. I dont deny I’ve done more than a few Monkees songs over the years, but dont believe I’ve used this one before, but please dont quote me on that! Live fun, with both Jones, and Tork in the foreground here.

A different time on Earth

The snag with a modern way of thinking, is when you try to force today’s morals on the people of the long distant past. On some matters you dont even have to go back that far to see how different attitudes were. Even when I was a teenager, smoking was seen as a cool thing to do, very different to how we see the subject today! It killed my father, probably helped to kill my mother, but no, I’ve never smoked in my life. As I have mentioned a couple of times recently, I’ve played parts of people who chain smoked, and had to learn the technique, but never ‘smoked’ anything stronger than a candy cigarette, lol.

There is also a famous silent movie, from the 1910’s, that now looks horribly racist. Yes, it is. And in no way would I want to defend DW Griffith, and Birth Of A Nation, but most people back then had a different (though in modern eyes, very wrong) attitude to those sort of matters.

So today, when I see John Wayne (who has been dead nearly 40 years) trending on Twitter, I wondered why. It seemed some modern day individual had found an interview he did for Playboy in 1971, which was racist, homophobic, and several other less than pleasant things as well. But fine, he was a right wing Republican, brought up in an era before diversity was a cool subject (it was barely breaking by 71, lets face it), who was less than loved by a lot of the people who had to work on movies with him. And he was born in 1907, when a man was a man, and he lived up to that image, both in the movies, and real life. The amusing fact was, that the ‘macho man’ was one of those movie stars who didnt volunteer to serve in the war. Hope it wasnt bone spurs, lol?

So, no, I have in no way, shape, or form any desire to defend John Wayne as a person. I’ve not heard too many who back then wanted to do so either. But equally, expecting him to have behaved like a modern millennial, back in the 30’s, and 40’s, why would you do so?

Oh, and going back to the smoking thing, I’ve had fun with that, as have others, with my flapper heroine, Billie (Belinda) Nicholson. Hey, she was a 20’s flapper, so yes, she smoked, more than was good for her. But of course, amusingly, when she’s travelled through to modern times, we’ve all played on the differences between then, and now. And yes, not me, but a dear friend, wrote that she used vapes, instead of cigarettes, in modern times.

And yes, I’m sure there are subjects we think nothing about worrying about now, that in 40 years time… Yes, I wonder what the view to alcohol, for example will be then?

OK, video time. I didnt have to think too hard to remember the only song I know that included John Wayne in the title. I dont think its aged well, but that might be me?

A different kind of mask

In truth, this weekend has been pleasantly quiet for me. The extra day off has definitely been a blessing, I must say. So apart from the news that Eric has bought a new caravan, and a friend is going to have a major part in a movie (note to myself to take autograph book to Blackpool, lol), what has happened I can interest you in?

Last night, 5 of us went out for a meal, and I found a lovely off the shoulder dress that I cant remember the last time I wore it, if I ever have before? But it was nice to wear, though I have to say that wearing a bandeau bra with it (whats the point in wearing an off the shoulder dress, and having bra straps?) gave me the weird sensation that I wasnt actually wearing a bra, though I most definitely was!

The meal was OK (was not a regular place for us, as there had been a call, they had no power to cook), but the service left a bit to be desired. The other 4 got their meals taken out to them, but then we were waiting for mine, and waiting, and waiting…Eventually one of the others commented, and eventually my meal appeared, though only with a very token apology, I would say. Drink service wasnt great either, so fair to say we wont be rushing back.

One of my presents from Christmas, was a load of beauty, and bathroom stuff. Some of it I’ve used, some of it I havent got round to trying yet, but one thing I had in there, that I’ve never used, but had wondered what they were like, was one of those face mask things, which is supposed to improve your skin. Nigh impossible task with me, but nothing ventured… It was an actual mask thing, seemingly covered in loads of bubbles. I managed to eventually get it into a shape where I could put it over my face, and see what happens. By this time, not only was my face covered in all this bubbly, soap type stuff, so were my hands, trying to peel it apart to put it on.

Yes, its definitely made a difference to the feel of my skin, so probably cleansed, and tightened it up a bit, both of which were needed. Sometime I must try the other kind, you know, the one you put the goo (or whatever you call it?) on my face, let it set, and then peel it off. Hopefully I’ve got one that will make me look like a stunning 20 year old, but I have my doubts, lol. But yes, I must have some fun with these ‘miracle’ products regardless!

OK, video time. Now what has a face mask in the video, though not of the beauty kind, hmm? Oh, I know! And yes, if the Phantom wants to play with my mind, I wont say no!

Living on Social Media ‘reality’

Yes, fine, I’d love to be able to tell you about the ton of Valentine cards that arrived today, but I’d be lying if I did. I did get a couple of nice touches from friends, from online sources, which I really appreciated, but beyond that…? No, was never expecting anything else in truth, though I was hoping that Rotwang, or Dr Frankenstein might offer me a visit to their labs, but…Kidding, fine!

Funnily enough, in the last couple of weeks, I did attract the interest of a guy on Fembot Central, but when he found out I was over 20 years older than him, not a word since. Ah well… Not even a nice robot suit out of the relationship, lol. No, it was nothing more than a few messages, so just jesting on that front.

Oh fine, social media, primarily Facebook. Its fair to say that out of my nearly 300 ‘friends’ on there, I certainly have never met half of them, probably a fair few more than that. But yes, things like vintage movie love, LGBT issues, cricket and the like, where I have a common cause, and they arent blatantly troll accounts, I tend to connect up. But some dont seem to live in the real world at times?

One of these people I’ve never met, and am never likely to meet (I believe connection is through an orange, wig wearing guy, that we dont have fond affections for) put up a picture that suggested he was getting high on drugs, a massive no no for me. He claimed he wasnt really, just pretending, but then again, who can tell? I did comment that I had played parts where I’d pretended to smoke (never have in my life), so it could be true. Anyway, earlier this evening, I visited Facebook, and he’d made a comment complaining that I hadnt ‘liked’ his picture, and that I needed to do so. Yes, the reason I hadnt done so, was simply the image it gave of condoning drug taking, and I dont do that.

So I saw it, I had 2 choices, I could explain why I didnt ‘like’ it, probably get a reply, but why the hell should I have to tell someone I dont even know why I didnt like their picture! So I’ve asked if he is serious about his complaint, and if he is, the ‘friendship’ wont last out the evening. If he has sense, given the way he’s worded it, he will say he wasnt, and I’ll give him another chance.

But sorry, all you Social Media freaks, unless you want to mind control me to do otherwise (and I’m open to offers!), its my choice whether I like, love, or whatever your posting, and not for you to decide if I should, or not? Fine?

Next year, to avoid this, someone needs to take me out for a Valentine dinner, lol! 😛

OK, video time. A little bit of Bon Jovi. Funnily enough, a group called Bon Giovi (one of those tribute bands) is playing at Brighouse in the near future. As someone once said, wouldnt it be amusing if the real star/band turned up, and no one knew? 😉

 

Something needs to change?

Would you believe, with a title like that, that the inspiration is cricket, not politics? Oh, and a bit of LGBT issue too.

Of my 3 main incidents of transphobic personal issues, 2 are related to people of West Indian origin. Thats not to say that all West Indians are transphobic, or that the issue purely relates to them, because neither would be true. Because equally, my biggest wolf whistle also came from someone of the same origin, not that I was ever sure if looked above my boobs, but anyway… Oh, and I know numerous others who have been nice to me too.

Oh right, back to cricket. One of my main issues with cricket over the years, has related to the so called ‘sledging’ that goes on, to the opposition. Personally I dont think its needed, though I remember one hilarious moment on Sky Cricket, where Niall O’Brien was sledging his brother, Kevin, in one of those televised 20 over games.

Anyway, supposedly, yesterday, one of the West Indian bowlers is said to have made a homophobic comment to the England captain, Joe Root. I dont know the actual words used (they werent picked up), but Root’s reply was,

“Don’t use it as an insult. There’s nothing wrong with being gay.” 

And Root is right, there isnt. Seemingly the bowler concerned said something apologetic in reply, but it wasnt apologetic to LGBT people, just to Root, judging by later reports. Its all gone over the top, in 2 directions on Twitter, anyway.

Firstly, there are those declaring Root worthy of sainthood for what he did, but in truth, all he did was what you would expect from any decent person. Great for him saying it, but hero worship is taking it a little too far.

The opposite is the homophobics on Twitter, saying that because we dont have the actual words said to Root, it isnt true. But hey, why would Root say what he did, and seemingly the umpires report after play to the match referees, if it wasnt true?

Anyway, regardless, I want to say thank you to a fellow Yorkshire man for standing up for LGBT folk. At the same time, I’m not going to declare endearing love, and hero worship for it, as some have done, seemingly.

But yes, things need (in an ideal world) to change, both in a sledging, and homophobic way. Sadly, I dont expect perfection in my lifetime, but who knows?

OK, video, some very early, very raw punk stuff from the Stranglers. 2 songs for the price of 1 video, lol

Given this, given that

Well, you know that on Thursday, I gave you the news that I’d got agreement to get benefits, to help the old lady cut down again on her working week, and how I said I hoped it would all be sorted in the near future. That near future was quicker than expected, its done! So yes, as of tomorrow, I’ve only got to survive a 3 day working week, instead of 4! If I say it was settled, sorted, and confirmed in about 6 hours, wow! I mean, I knew it wouldnt take long, but I wasnt expecting that, but big thanks to my bosses for arranging it.

No, sorry, unless someone is offering me a lot of blog ideas to work on, I’ll be sticking to 3 blogs a week. Thats tough enough to find enough material for, let alone a 4th one each week!

It means one thing, for sure, though. I need to get my travel card charged up with some tickets, because weekly passes are never going to work now, lets face it. 4 days a week didnt cover costs, but with all the therapy stuff, I was tending to have a 5th day each week, so it was fine. But now, even the extra day will only be 4! I wasnt expecting it so soon, so no, its going to just be a day pass tomorrow, then get the rest sorted out.

As someone said to me earlier, its great that its been sorted out so quickly, but at the same time, I replied that it would be even nicer if I didnt have to do it because of the state of my spine! Ah well, the joys of old age, I guess?

OK, the video is far older than me, it will be 90 next year! Its from the early days of sound, when musicals were everything, and Clara Johnson struck gold, going from modest bit part actress, to a regularly working chorus line dancer. Yes, I think I spotted her in this, but the quality of the film, due to age, I suspect, isnt great, and its a very brief glimpse. Alice White was one of those enigmas of the early 30’s. She couldnt really sing, she wasnt a great dancer, but she looked cute, was handy for tons of promo stuff, so though she never went on to be a star, I suspect she earned a decent living, all the same. And yes, fine, I love her costume!

To make me feel like a natural woman?

Start of February is always a funny period for me nowadays, for several reasons. Monday, was the date that would have been my mothers 91st birthday. Before you go all gooey, dont, because she hated the fact I came out as Transgender, and pretty much disowned me for it. Thankfully she’s no longer with us (and hasnt been for a while now), so issue is over, but of course when the 4th February rolls around, its a pretty sore date for me, but one that sticks in my memories, anyway.

Today actually brought me some good news, I’ve got the benefit funding to be able to cut back to working 3 days a week, which will be a major blessing for me, as my back isnt up to even a 4 day week any more. Now I just have to sort out with work on whether I give up Friday, or Saturday as a working day in the near future. Fairly easy on it, both have advantages, both have disadvantages, but I’ll probably just do what suits everyone mutually. But the thought of not having to do 2 days in a row any more will be heaven. Sounds terrible really, but I’m nearly 61, with a damaged spine, and I’ve worked hard for the best part of 45 years, so…

Of course the other significant date in the first half of February, is a week today. Yes, that much over hyped event named Valentines Day. This year I will probably hit 20 years without even a card, unless someone wants to prove me wrong. Strictly, one friend sent me an amusing t-shirt for the day, which I’ve never worn in public (it says Mind Controlled Sex Slave, for heavens sake), not because I dont find it amusing, because it would be fun to be one, but just for the sake of public taste. In truth, its somewhere in my room, but no idea where now! And yes, she was married, with a kid, but anyway…

So yes, challenge thrown down. You dont have to wine and dine me, or send me chocolates, or flowers or anything else that costs money. If you want to, then fine, and let me know via the email address mentioned shortly, but I’m not expecting that. In truth, I’m not even looking for a real card, unless so inclined. But yes, a plain, disabled trans lady, now in her 60’s, would just like something to cheer her up a week from now. E-card, or anything else as anonymous as you wish. Just to make me feel like a natural, cared for woman. (See video shortly). So anyone that wants to be my ‘fake’ Valentine beau, feel free to comment here, or email me at stephmajor8@hotmail.com on the day, and at least make me feel wanted, even if I’m not.

Equally (ha ha), if there is someone who wants me to get a special treat, or be their asexual courtesan, same address will work! I know, I wont even expect the e-card, lol.

OK, so I used this video only about 6 months ago, but the line about natural woman was just too hard to resist!