Category Archives: Blog Readers

The best that you can do, is read the blog!

One of the amusing things about the blogs I write, is that WordPress provide stats, so I know how many views I’ve had in a day, who has requested every blog to be emailed to them once posted, and various other details. It also used to tell me how many had actually watched the videos, but now they are embedded in the blog, that fact has gone out the window. So yes, I find all these videos for your delight, and have no idea how many people actually play them? Dont worry, I’m not planning on giving up on them regardless.

But there is one thing that has amused me over the years, and thats some of the people who have ‘Favorited’ one (or more) of my blogs, but clearly not read it. How do I know this? Well, sometimes its down to the fact that the views number hasnt changed since hours before they liked it, I remember 1 memorable day when 3 people liked a blog, but I only had 1 view all day, and that was for a different article! Yes, tagging the word ‘fashion’ seems to set off all the clothes lovers of the world, though they clearly dont read any of the articles!

“But yes, someone has tagged fashion, I have to like that.” lol!

PS Mentioning Japan in a blog tag has pretty much the same effect.

But fine, the one that amuses me the most, by far, is politics related. Yes, any mention of Trump in a tag, seems to get all the right wing Conservatives over excited, and they like the post, clearly without looking at it, for the simple reason, every time I mention him, its not in a good way!

So today, I wasnt totally surprised when someone posting on here under the name of ‘Australian Conservative’ liked last nights posting about how Trump had so driven California to annoyance, that they are campaigning to have a vote to leave the US. Oh, and of course, my less than thrilling reaction to his decision to ban Muslims from so many countries as well. But yes, he liked that posting!

The irony, when people like your postings, and they have their own page on WordPress, it links 3 of their postings on the email. One of them, ‘My defense of President Trump’s refugee ban’! Yes, the complete opposite of what I said in the posting he liked! Oh, and the views number hadnt changed from this morning!

So yes folks, if you’re going to like a blog posting, whether its mine, or from someone else, take a tip from me, read the blog before liking it, just in case? 😉

The video comes from someone who was a one hit wonder in the UK, and the star of the film was British, but wasnt me!

Reader request moment!

Well, it seemed a good idea to me at the time! Thankfully, Stacie came to the rescue, coming up with a couple of good ideas, so rising to the challenge

How to start your own blog

On a light hearted note, set up an account on WordPress, follow the instructions, and lo and behold, an option to start will appear. Seriously, as far as someone like me is concerned, there are far too many appearance options, but I’m sure some like to change theirs every week or two, but me…I found this lovely retro-fitted one, a long time ago, and have no plans to change. I like the design, I am very retro, so all in all…

But once that’s done, how do you start your blog? A brief introduction, giving away as little, or as much as you wish to, about yourself. Me, I probably give away a little too much, but hey, I’m trans, and proud, and want to shout it, so…

Then comes the big challenge, what to write about? I know some who focus entirely on one subject matter, and do nothing else. But in all honesty, if I was only to write about transgender matters, I’d have got bored by now, and stopped. So I write about a variety of subjects, generally to some degree personally related, and hope some people like them. A few do, clearly, though funnily enough, my kinkier version, which I started later than this, has about twice the visit numbers of this place, so who knows?

The other thing you have to do, to attract an audience, is regular postings. If people know that once (or twice) a week, you’re going to write, people will come back to find it. If you post once in a blue moon, you wont get a long term audience. So you need to write about something you’ll want to come back, and add to.

I would say, go for it, mind, its an interesting thing to do.

Vintage Fashion and why classy dress died

Not that I’m sure that Jean Harlow is the best example to use for this, given that when she had a choice, she preferred to wear slacks, rather than a dress, long before it became the norm. But yes, I love the vintage dress look of the 20’s, through to the 50’s, and at least at home, I tend to live in a dress, rather than trousers. But why did classy dressing die?

I suspect women’s lib played a major part in that. Before then, women were women, and knew their place, and it wasnt the workplace, back in the 50’s. I suspect thats why Stepford Wives ended up with a very 50’s look, and attitude, it was the last time when women always dressed prettily, and were submissive to their man.

So of course, when liberation came along, people went for the opposite look. So women moved into tops, and trousers/slacks, as opposed to dresses. Fine, it was a more practical look for their working life, anyway. Funnily enough, in the 20’s, when flappers cut their hair short, to look like men, they still wore (very) short dresses!

So fine, sadly, the classy style of dressing died to a major degree, when the lifestyle of women changed, when more of them started going to work, in great numbers. But do I wish I could wear a nice dress to work, and not look out of place, absolutely!

But yes, thats probably why I wear a dress at most opportunities, because I’m that vintage woman at heart. Turn me into a Stepford Wife? Yes, I’d love it. Obviously the robot version would be more fun for me, but the whole 50’s wife thing (albeit with modern equipment) would be absolute heaven, regardless. Mind, I would seriously have to start remembering how to actually cook things again, if I did!

The video, a tribute to those who wear dresses, maybe?

Finally, let me close by wishing all my readers a Happy New Year for 2016, and hope its a good time for you. Me, I’ll be trying to make it that way, I hope!

Love Our Lurkers Day

it seems that there is annual tradition here on WordPress, that the 12th November is known as Love our lurkers day, and seemingly this is now the 8th time its happened.

One thing is certain, I have a good share of lurkers here, the stats show me that, even if the comments box has remained unused, or virtually unused for a very long time now. But since posting a link to the blogs on Facebook again, on posting days, its not unknown to get 20-30 views on here, and quite often getting close to, or just into double figures on non posting days. But no one ever says anything, not even hi!

I could understand it if I was posting anything controversial, or naughty, but unless supporting a trans person is controversial (and I guess to some it might be), then really it isnt. My ‘other’ blog, well, I might be naughtier there sometimes, but you wouldnt know about that! Well, one or two might, but otherwise…

What would be nice, especially in terms of transgender related issues, would be to know what people would like to hear my views on, or maybe ask me a few questions that I could do my best to answer. I’m off all next week (Monday – following Tuesday, in fact), so I should have time to do a quick Q&A session, or answer something in more depth, if a lurker wants to ask.

If you dont want to post a real name on here, then fine, make one up, post anonymously, or just email me at stephmajor8@hotmail.com ,if you dont want the world to see.

But it would be nice, if just one or two lurkers would come out of the woodwork, and say hi, nothing more, if thats how you feel. Even Yankees fans are welcome, you know. 😉 Oh, alright, you pushed me, even Patriots fans too. Love you, Kate btw lol.

So be brave, I dont bite unless you want me to, just delurk, for one day of the year, and let me see who reads my pieces, and maybe watches the videos.

A suitable video, what you readers are from me, a secret