I love Julie

2008-12-01T16:48:00.000-08:00

Afro: dis 'ere ok?

I have recently bought a lot of ladies' clothes and decided I would stop for a few weeks.

Well, I wasn't going to buy anything for Gabriela but you can't put a good woman down. Well, you can and you can have your own way with her but I digress. I passed an African shop that advertised wigs for black women so I looked in the shop window then walked away.

As I walked on Gabriela started whispering in my ear" Wouldn't it be fun if..."
I said "No." I didn't have the bottle for it as I would be too embarrassed." But as Gabriela said, no-one knew me there and so what?
I found myself walking into the shop which was badly stocked and sold some extravagant African foods and mostly hair attachments. I asked to see some Afro wigs and the woman said the ones in the window were the only ones left.
There was a bright red Afro wig and a kind of mixed-race -coloured Afro one. I said I wanted a black one. She suggested the mixed race one, very calmly. She didn't see red.

She added that she had another customer who wanted to buy it that morning but didn't have the money on her and that she might come back for it . I smiled and said that I wouldn't want to disappoint her, to which Ms Africa said " It's a really nice wig, who is it for?

I said it was for me and she looked puzzled and smiled back. I said it was for dressing up for me.

She still looked puzzled and I said " You know? Dressing up!" So she laughed. I told her that I wasn't sure but could I try it on and she went to get me a mirror.

Just then two black guys came in . I said I would wait until they'd gone and pretended to inspect wigs. She laughed with them and one of them held her in his arms. they were all joking and smiled at me so I joined in whichever joke it was.

I assumed she had told them and they were all saying how kinky I must be.

They eventually left ( good job as I'd run out of wigs, exotic fruits and empty shelves ).

When I tried the Afro on it looked really good, well when you don't have any hair, any wig looks good. So I got a bargain: £23. Considering a friend had paid £10 for a really crap one looking like a Black & White Minstrel who had a massive electric shock then had a severe perm.

So I was good really. I hardly bought anything. Just one piece...a hair piece.

xx

2008-10-08T05:44:00.000-07:00

OVER AND OUT

OK. It's over. I'm out of the closet. Well, I went out en femme for the first time in any case. So that's out of the tranny closet as far as I am concerned. Everyone told me it would be great and I believed them. They were right. I can't remember when I had so much fun going out.

In fact I went out twice in a very short space of time- both times to Pink Punters. A really wonderful friend encouraged me to get dressed as a girl and go out, lent me some clothes and a handbag and took me there. Thank you! I am eternally grateful.

I won't bore you with the details but I danced, learnt to like bacardi breezers, met a few other trannies and a lesbian or two ( well you can never tell can you?), danced, chatted and laughed.
The bar staff there are fantastic as are all the staff there. They really make you feel, well ,not at home but at a great place where you are liked.

I loved being able to get my purse out to buy drinks. To carry my handbag (MINE now! Thank you again!) around and to apply my makeup in the toilets. I even applied it in the girls' toilets and no-one batted an eyelid,well they were batting eyelids, staring into the mirror, adjusting skirts and frantically trying to make themselves even more gorgeous than they were. A couple of the genetic girls looked back at me for a second then carried on adjusting skirts. Perhaps I shouldn't have gone in the ladies' but I had a few drinks and was on such a high in any case that I wanted to experience everything womanly. Well, not everything! Just the going out bits.

On arrival at the club we were greeted by the bouncers with " Evening ladies, have a great night" To hear someone say that remark to me felt really great. It was like a protective welcome from a big brother to a little sister and I'd never experienced that before, quite a reversal of my normal experience.

I felt safe ,welcome and as the night wore on even a bit tarty. Alcohol can make one feel like a king, in my case like a bloody princess. My feminine side was having a field day. Something I thought would never really materialise.

It was a sense of elation. I love Julie! Or Gabriela, whatever my femme name is now. To feel accepted even knowing that I wouldn't pass, even on a foggy night in the queue for the opticians, was a wonderful feeling.

My friend was great, dancing away and making sure I felt great. even lent me some lipstick when I needed it.

The basement dance floor was booming with noise that shook the giant speakers off the floor. there was some pole dancing and lots of chat everywhere.

IWe spoke to some girls who refused to be categorised as Goths or non-Goths. They were pretty cool. We also spoke to a poor lass who had spent £150 getting a taxi from Watford that night. She had only heard about PPthat day and didn't even know where Milton Keynes was.She was very worried about her sexual orientation. So we told her just to be herself, that everyone is different. She was sat there amongst trannies. I am sure we put her straight.

I didn't see a drink in her hand so I asked if she was drinking. She said yes. I couldn't see any drink, so I said WHAT are you drinking? So she said "thank you very much, I'll have a bacardi and coke". I fell for that one didn't I?

So. It's over. No more waiting to go out for the first time. And I'm out, even though to only a few.
It's the start of the yellow brick road to the end of the rainbow. The tin man, the straw man and the lion got what they wanted all along: it was a no brainer to go out en femme. A new lease of life and I felt like a new man just accepting my feminine side and I got the courage to go out.

Thank you to my friend, to Pink Punters and it's punters.

Gabriela Julie Budd
xx

2008-08-31T16:45:00.000-07:00

A private wecome

I wish to give a special welcome to a special person who enquired about my blog and decided to have a look. Thank you for your visit. I hope you enjoy it. Sorry, but the red carpet clashed with the green background of this site so I just couldn't get it out could I?
xx

2008-01-16T07:15:00.000-08:00

An itch in time makes me feel fine.

Well, you can't keep a good girl down. After my last post I carried on working but something didn't seem right. Then it struck me: I'm at home all alone and I am dressed in drab.
The red dress mist had descended upon me and I wanted to put on my glad rags.

So I'm going to have to succumb.

Is there a gene, carrying cross-dressing desires, the same way you itch for a fag ? ( Stop it! You know I mean ciggie). Did blogging bring the idea into my head? Or did I just want to get out of working for a bit and this was a good excuse?
Who cares a fuck? I'm doing it anyway! See you later.
xx

2008-01-16T05:39:00.001-08:00

And That's a fact.

I've been singing along to " Young , gifted and black " with gay abandon ,knowing full well I'll never be the first description again and will never be the middle or last descriptions. Then again as a tranny you can willingly suspend disbelief without too much effort.

You are what you are. Sometimes you are what you eat ( or how much of it you've eaten at least). A tranny is what he thinks she is. To me, it is being a more emotional person , having a more glitsy wardrobe and letting my brain forget what my body says I should be. Oh, and having more fun , dancing without caring what I look like ( actually, that's a lie. I want to look girli cool), enjoying shopping and liking myself for what I am. Anyway, " Old, untalented and Caucasian " would never catch on as a song.

2008-01-09T05:59:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year again

Well, I did wish everyone a happy new year but must have been a bit pissed cause it's not here.
Sorry and belated Happy New Year.

Went for a meal on boxing day and some of us were late, so by the time we ordered, all the other customers had gone home. The staff were nice though, even though they wanted to shut the restaurant ( part of a pub).
Food was a bit uncooked but we didn't feel it right to complain. Then we were told the chef and assistant chef had, earlier that day, smashed their car which ended in a ditch. They couldn't get cover for their jobs so had to come in to cook. The chef could only use one arm and the other guy was still suffering from shock. So it was a good job we kept our lips sealed ( lip gloss is best).

Keep your posts coming in . Ha!
Tell me what you've been up to and what you looking forward to this year. I'm looking to go out as Julie this year, finally , for the first time.
xx

2008-01-03T08:21:00.000-08:00

Found It!
Ah! I found it. I must have been pissed not to find my Happy New Year post! Here it is in full black and white:

Happy New Year to all my fans and friends!

OK, to my friends then.

I didn't realise how much I've been missing my blogging.

I've been spending money on girlie clothes, mostly department stores but a first at a local charity shop. I was in drab but I spent so long rummaging around, looking at sizes and bought so many bits that it was pretty obvious it was for me. Nice woman didn't blink and served me poilitely.

Has any Tgirl ever been treated with the utmost disrespect by shop assistants? All the accounts I have read have been positive (as has been my alcohol readings by traffic cops).

I've had so many dinners and staff parties that my dress size has shot up, so now I have to work off the calories. I've been quite good though, Most of the chocolate boxes are still unopened...

...blah blah blah I wished I hadn't found it now. What a boring old tart.
xx

2007-08-01T08:14:00.000-07:00

Just saw this for the first time. Excuse me if you've seen it before. Anyway enjoy!

http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/++priscilla+queen/video/x1tcgg_rocky-horror-show-vs-queen-of-the-d_dating

2007-08-01T07:31:00.000-07:00

Hi!
I'm still around. Just haven't had the time to bog.Just a brief update:

I witnessed a gang fight in Cambridge over the weekend. Admittedly they were aged between 14 and 15 and no weapons were used. I take my designer hat off to the police. they were there within 5 minutes of my phone call.
. . .

Been on holiday to Spain... sun, sea, yes and that too.

. . .
Saw Ely cathedral on Sunday. Magnificent. It will be still standing when all these modern offices have been forgotten about.
. . .
My trannying days have been very limited. Must get out to meet other transgendered folk. Today is the first day I've trannied for two months. Did manage to jive a bit at a wedding recently. Not the same in bloke mode though is it? Not half the fun.

Been thinking recently ( stop laughing!) Is it more satisfying to have make up on or to be dressed as a woman? Ideally both, but what if you had to choose between the two?

This looks like fun... John Travolta in drag...

http://www.dailymotion.com/relevance/search/hair+spray/video/x1t0h3_hairspray_videogames

2007-05-09T06:35:00.000-07:00

Hope you like this:

I've only just discovered them

http://www.livevideo.com/video/70A441F4B865423692B4FDC283E5A77C/the-knife-pass-this-on.aspx

Julie
xx

2007-05-09T03:16:00.000-07:00

I've moved !

Sorry girls gurls and guys. I've not posted because
I'm so dam busy at work
I've moved home ( still moving stuff )
I've been on holiday ( no pics , I promise)
I'm so dam busy at work

Cornwall was beautiful. I saw the Eden project ( nothing to do with nudity) and was blown out by ... er...was knocked over by The Lost Gardens of Heligan http://www.cornwall-calling.co.uk/homes-and-gardens/heligan.htm

Anyway, I'm back and hungry for more contact with you lot out there. So tell me what you've been up to and about yourselves.

Oh the new house? Well its a small cottage in a village. The address is...
none of your business.

Julie
xx

2007-03-21T07:56:00.000-07:00

A Guide for trannies: Part 1. Shopping

This is how to do it girls!

http://www.neworleanscitybusiness.com/uptotheminute.cfm?recid=4912

It takes years of experience of January sales to be this ruthlessly efficient.

2007-03-12T05:22:00.000-07:00

JULIE COMES BACK

Hey! No puns please!

OMG! I haven't posted since the start of Feb. Apologies to people everywhere who've been wondering where I've been.

The highlight of the last few weeks have been my appearance on The Culture Show on BBC 2.
Get this... on stage with Bryan Ferry and also with Maximo Park. Not actually performing but on stage about three yards from them. It was a small audience of about 50 people, shot at Arena 2 by Regent Street, two weeks ago. It is a great venue and everyone was realy chilled out and friendly. There was a no smoking policy there, much better than other places where smoke gets in your eyes.

O.K. I lost a days'work but it was definetly worth it.

Unfortunately I handed my camera to my daughter to put in her hand bag, which she gave into reception for safekeeping, so no photos of Bryan Ferry, but I'm getting a copy of the programme, so no worrys.

Bryan sang Positively 4th Street with a violinist, piano and electric guitar. The guitarist achieved a really beautiful, strange sound by placing the guitar accross his lap and using a biro to flick on the strings. Brilliant.

Bryan's ( N.B. first name terms) song was from his new album, Dylonesque, As he and Bob Dylan are my two favourite artists, I was saying to myself " Can it get better? More than this?"

http://www.bryanferry.com/bf_site.html

Julie xx

2007-02-05T04:10:00.000-08:00

The adventures of Julie, queen of the Desert

Well, more like the misadventures of Julie, lost in trannydom.

I met two really nice, open, friendly Tgirls on Friday. Vanessa and Rachel
http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/

I was really quite excited as I had a chance to put on my girlie clothes away from home, even though it was only in another house. I set of a tad late but still thought I'd get there in time.

No. Julie has her own A to Z of London and her own sense of navigation. Columbus would have given up and gone back home in his quest for the passage to India, had Julie been at the helm.

Well I was at the wheel (of misfortune?). I had a printed set of instructions from AA autoroute, so what could go wrong? I was too bloody excited to get there and a bit late so I missed my turning and had to go by a different route. I 'phoned for instructions three times and still got lost. There were three genetic girls who also gave me instructions who were a big help. I'm glad I was in Julie mode, otherwise I would never have asked for directions.

Just before I arrived,I drove out of a side turning into the main road and waited for the traffic from my left to drive past before completing my right hand turn. However, a bitch in a white car decided that she had right of way and, reminding me of my love life and aspersions on my parenthood, she cut me up from my right hand (not literally)and, driving on the wrong side of the road, she nearly ploughed into oncoming cars.
All I can say is, Man in White Van, beware Woman in White Car.

On arrival I was given a warm greeting and a nice simple meal with champers. Yay!

Vanessa and Rachel spoke openly about their transgenderism and I spoke openly about mine, even though I had never met them before, although Rachel and I have sent e-mails to each other.

To my surprise I didn't recognise Rachel in drab mode. Vanessa looked really elegant in a red short-sleeved top and flowing black skirt. I wanted to get changed but we were so engrossed in talking that it didn't seem important.

Then I played my Joker: I brazenly said I really wanted Vanessa to do my make up, as she is qualified in the art. I love Julie when she says things like that. No problem, said Vanessa. 'Go on then!' said Rach.

V. started doing my face and I could see the transformation taking place. She was telling me what she was doing and teaching me at the same time.I'd never seen myself with make up properly done before. I love it.

Is it a tranny thing or am I just a shallow narcissist? I thought I looked quite presentable, even before donning a wig and having my eyes and lips finished.

Yeh. You are right I'm a shallow narcissist.

V had to go before she finished as she had promised to help out a friend and she was on very short notice. However, I was more than pleased. I will have to find time to practice what I learnt.
Don't worry, I shan't be posting any photos of me yet. I'm not that cruel.But just wait till I've had my full make-over.

Rach. upset me by pressing me for my age. I confessed (why didn't I lie?).Don't you dare spill the beans Rach! I suppose she made up for it by telling me I looked a lot younger ( as does she). Did I mention shallow narcissists? But the damage was done. I can longer claim to be a debutant.

I couldn't stay til the evening so with great regret I packed my bag and put my makeup away for another day.

V. and Rach. had some fascinating facts to tell me about their lives. V had also recently gotten married, bought a new flat and a beast of a car. Rach. is Numero Uno in the Tranny websites. Wel, if you are gonna have friends, why not pick winners? What friendly, genuine (no pun intended) Tgirls they are.

I have to add that I had never met any other T girls 'live' before, except a few words with a rather glamorous one in Pink Punters.

http://www.pinkpunters.com/sitev2/

You get a feeling when you meet people for the first time and I felt totally at ease in their company. So Tgirls are 'normal' after all. Whatever made me think they are all bonkers?

2007-01-29T03:39:00.000-08:00

Other bloggers

I've just been surfing other tranny blogs when I should be working, but then I work best when the deadline is up to my neck.

I've been inspired by several tranny sites including Beckys Tg Blog,TV Dreams and Karol Cross.

http://www.beckysweb.co.uk

http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/

http://www.karolcross.com/

Karol makes me laugh as she does get into some unsual spots, maybe cos she's always clubbing. There is a serious side to it though when she shares her thought on her chosen lifestyle. One of her thoughts made me think about my acceptance of myself as I am.

It made me realise that I have always fought to hide my feminine traits and the only one who is suffering is me.

I've only recently accepted whole heartedly that I am a tranny and happy with it, but still hide it from nearly everyone. I don't feel guilty but I justify it by thinking that I am protecting my family. But if I try to hide it, then how can I expect so called normal ( i.e. non-transgendered) to accept the concept of being transgendered?

I think I must come out against any sexual prejudice even if it is e.g. only a snigger when gay characters mince in situation comedies. That may lead to my own gender being questioned and I will have to answer unambiguosly that sexuality should not be confused with gender.

It is only after accepting that I am happy to be a tranny that I can feel comfortable with being a man.IMHO I am a better person and a more rounded person ( no pun intended).

I would love to be in some of the situations Karol has mentioned where she has been mistaken for a woman. That has only happened to me once... and I was dressed in drab!

The other thing that has occurred to me is that, after accepting i am happy as a tranny, I opened up my mind and wondered if i was bisexual. If that means attracted to men sexually, then the answer is no. Then again I am attracted to people according to their characters irrespective of their sex, so I can be attracted aesthetically to men. Technically that would make me bisexual I suppose

What about fantasies ? I think that will have to be a new thread.

Julie
xx

2007-01-05T07:13:00.000-08:00

New Year's Eve

I had a cracking good time on New Year's Eve.

It was a masquerade ball.I went as a Thirties member of the mob,took centre stage on a version of "Is this the way to Amarillo" and ended up showing a group of real girls how to do the can can. All this on only four bottles of Budweiser and a glass of champagne. Maybe next time I'll as a gangster's moll?

Anyway, Happy New Year to you.
Julie
xx

2007-01-05T06:59:00.000-08:00

Guiness Book of Records

Yes, that's right, I'm going for the Guiness Book of Records listing for the most number of boxes of tissues used on one cold.

Don't you just hate it when the box of tissues is going down fast and you are thinking " I don't want to use that frigging toilet paper on my little ( OK not so little) sensitive nose.
Or even worse- you are on the train, you've used your last tissue so often that it may be a good idea to wring it out ( actually it's snot a good idea), the drips on the end of your nose are dangerously close to dropping off and you've got a light grey jacket on, so sleeves are not an option. You run like mad to the toilet,it's locked because the bastard tranny inside is still checking his make up... and then, you feel the urge to sneeze...

It's amazing how much use you can get out of that same tisue isn't it?

Julie
xx

2006-12-28T07:36:00.001-08:00

Is this funny?

I received this photo by way of an e-mail , so if you've already seen it, it won't be funny ( no apologies- I'm giving apologies up unless I've done something wrong).

The thing is: is it funny? She has an awful lot to envy as far as most trannies are concerned- looks, slim body, hairless skin. The photo is kinda funny as it's a bit revealing. Even if it is THAT bit. But in my own little trannyworld, I think it is a great picture and one I would be proud of. It does need touching up of course ( No pun intended!).
Julie
xx

2006-12-24T05:02:00.000-08:00

So here it is, Merry Christmas !!

Right. I've got my 'kids' coming home and I'm cooking for 14 people. So we've had to borrow chairs, a table, cutlery and everyone else is chipping in with deserts, starters, booze. There will be so many cakes that we may put up a stall at the Women's Institute fete.

I just need to wrap up a few presents- I'm getting wiser now: I bought mostly vouchers and small pressies so that the wrapping is easy. The Christmas tree is in place and lit. Let hostilities commence. Er... I mean let the festivities commence.

I'm listening to Virgin radio who seem to have a good selection of oldies and not too many bland Christmas tunes. If you are reading this on Christmas Eve then... get a life! No, I didn't mean that. Just do your own thing, be yourself and enjoy life. Yes, life is going to fuck us up now and again, just get up, dust yourself down, check your make-up , if you are that way inclined, and take another step forward...Oops! And mind that man hole ( no pun intended).

If you want to waste more time why not do this gender quiz?
http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5993265426697792320

I took the test and found I'm 73% feminine. Help! Who's been putting oestrogen tablets in my drink? I'm gonna cover up my babycham with my hand from now on.

Auntie Julie
xx

2006-12-22T01:39:00.000-08:00

A peaceful and healthy New Year

My friends, Romans, countrymen, Yanks, Europeans, Aussies, Asians, South Americans, Africans, straight guys and dolls, transgendered, bi-sexuals, transexuals, fellow trannies and Star Trek fans (they are on a different planet): Merry Christmas and a happy New Year. If you do not happen to believe in Christmas, then have a peaceful and healthy New Year.

Personally, I try to live each day as if my life might end the next day, so Christmas just means that everybody else is getting onto my wavelength. I suppose my philosophy is: " Don't worry about it. It may never happen, but if it does there's probably nothing you can do about it until it actually happens. If it happens, deal with it. By all means try to avoid it from happening but the more you think about it, the more you will create events that will make it happen. To sum up:it could be worse. Enjoy life today and if you wake up tomorrow, that's another bonus.

Enough of my philosophy. I'd like to know what everybody elses' philosophy is. Even if it's : "Fuck You!"
http://ecard.ashland.edu/2004admission/index.html
Anyway, have a happy and peaceful New Year.
Julie
xx

2006-12-20T15:26:00.000-08:00

Congratulations to Simon and Jane on their engagement

2006-12-11T08:39:00.000-08:00

What I've been up to.

An ab. fab weekend. I didn't go anywhere exotic.

On Sat. I went with my partner to view the house we are in the process of buying. It looked even better than the first time we saw it. The current owners are pretty cool customers. They had recently spent three years in Belize. We had coffee and a chat.

In the evening we went to friends for a superb meal, leg of lamb with a whole bottle of wine in the sauce. I only had one drink but was so,so relaxed.

Sunday, the weather turned but we made it to Ikea to list any bits of furniture we wanted. Not exciting enough to write about but I just had this glowing feeling all day. After another perfect meal at home I watched one of my all-time favourite Westerns, The Wild Bunch. http://www.filmsite.org/wildb.html

Another good night's sleep .
I 've been working from home today, so didn't need to travel. I'm still feeling terrific and wouldn't ask much more from life than that.

Who needs holidays?
Julie
xx

2006-12-09T06:37:00.000-08:00

Lucky

What a beautiful day.
It's just like a warm Spring day. Everything in the world is wonderful.
Blogs should not just be for sounding off. I'm in a beautiful mood and I am going to enjoy every second in time.
No, I haven't been smoking the wacky baccy. (I don't do that). Just that life is so beautiful, you can't say it often enough.
Sure I 've got my share of problems, just like you and everyone else.
But I'm throwing them out of the window and not giving them any time or space, at the very least for today.
So, if I get run over by a bus today, I've got clean pants on ( I'm in boy mode at the moment), I'will die happy ( apart from the cruciating fuxxking pain from being run over) and I loved every moment of the day. Apart from the last few seconds.
Anyway, I'm listening to Kylie singing " I should be so lucky" and I love everybody.

Julie
xx

2006-11-29T05:01:00.000-08:00

I don't get it. When I work at someone else's office I get loads done, am very organised, manage to have a laugh and enjoy peoples company.

When I'm sat at my desk at home I get sucked into blogs, making coffee, web surfing and anything rather than work. I've got deadlines, I 've got motivation ( I need the money).

Perhaps its the wrong enviroment. It's peaceful, theres little distraction from my phone.
Perhaps I'm rebelling? " Sod the world. I'm just going to do what the f*ck I want."
Maybe I'm a deadline junkie and want to get my fix.

Maybe I need the further motivation of others beiong around me.
Maybe I should get a lifesize doll ( no, not one of those, I'm not into those, no pun intended) to give some company and to make sure I don't slack) .

What's that? 5 p.m.? Great, now I've got half an hour to do 5 hours work. Yippee!! Let's go!!

2006-11-27T07:04:00.000-08:00

Celebrity look-alikes

Great! Huh!

So far, my celebrity look-alikes include Roy Keane, Steve Martin, James Joyce, John Goodman, Nigel Mansell, Aidan Quinn, Karl of Austria( No, I've never heard of him either, hopefully no relative of Adolf), Tony Blair, Clint Eastwood, Cat Stevens and finally two women: Serena Williams and er.. Margaret Thatcher.
That IS scary. Maybe God was being kind to the world by making me male. No-one would recover from a swipe of a handbag from a cross between Serena and Mrs. T.

Sorry, Selina, I have warned everyone I'm a rather masculine tranny.
Ouch!!, that hurt.

OK I promise to post my real photo when I've had my make-over.

OMG! Did I just say that?

Julie