Happy 2020 to All!

Well at least I'm looking forward to it and being a lot more present in the upcoming year than I was in the last. At least I made 2 posts last year ~ lol!

Spent the day kicking back in some Skecher's brow nleather Mary Jane's and some Forever 21 leggings and thinking about the future, which I hope to make radically different than the past few years where I've had almost no time (as all can tell) to spend any time here.

Also filtering through a couple o larger collections of CD / TV / TS publications from the past and figuring out which items will become part of my own collection and which ones are headed to eBay or Etsy. For such a secretive and hush hush group, we certainly seem verbose and abundant it print for decades! (BTW if you have any such items for sale, let me know). I know that the 3 signed (and 2 lipstick printed) Holly Woodlawn items are staying with me. I was fortunate enough to have become FaceBook friends with her before her passing.

So the challenges for the year are many, as I noodle out how to become a Professional Transvestite! I' may not have Eddie Izzard's energy to become an Executive Transvestite, but at least I started with training wheels a few years back in actually getting paid by E! Networks to be a part of an experimental pilot with 7 other ladies, that sadly never got picked up.

Necessity IS a Mother! And at least week 2 at the moment

Necessity can be a "mother"! A "mother" of invention!

A few years old, but in failing to find any anklets that wouldn't also be tourniquets on me? "Unisex" anklets topped at 9" OAL. I had to "start" at 10 3/4"

Had to make my own.

Similar and more adding to the @KhloeWestCoture Etsy store soon, but this one in sterling silver will be a quite limited production based upon sales interest, and final pricing at current spot silver market.

I miss the days of single digit spot on silver, but have also sold some of theses in the current market pricing to private clientele..

#TransvestiteTuesday!

Catching Up!

Almost 7 years absent here!

Time to open the casket and start getting things done here. "Life" and many other things have gotten in the way of me doing what I wanted to here, but that is in the rear view mirror from this point forward.

Hoping to follow through on an oft mentioned threat on other SM platforms to make a weekly posting of #TransvestiteTuesday, in which I'll add a pic of a great thrift (usually) or eBay find to add to my closet.

I'll post this week's here to get things started on a "good foot". ;) Cute wedge booties from @Torrid via a lucky eBay steal.

Well, it's been a little over a year, but of what a year it's been! I felt pretty badly about not keeping up to speed on here for a while, as it was something that I was loathe to have happen, but in the end, I believe it was better in the long run.

Had I continued on from where I left off, I think that it would have turned out to be a rag tag assemblage of odd factoids only loosely strung together. Now I'm not promising that it won't be a fabric of odd factoids, I can almost guarantee that, but they way that they are strung together will have a context now that makes a bit more sense than it might have otherwise.

Suffice it to say that the nail polish fascination was only the tip of an odd iceberg that came to a strange head in Dec. of 2012 that found me getting a Drag Queen makeover by a pro in the business.

And to think...I thought this was going to be about politics. Forget that! Stay tuned for a crazy tale that could be worthy of a comedy show. Ya'll ain't heard a mid-life crises like this one ~ ever.

*SPOILER ALERT!* Don't read any further unless you want to find out that I'm still straight, married, and the story is pretty much drama free except for the good drama.

Well, what happened next?

Just what anyone might expect. I totally freaked out, and I don't mean a little bit. Although there was still a sense of awe and squee to the unexpected consequences of this prank, I had no clue as to what to make of it.

What did it all mean? Was I gay? A closeted cross dresser all these years? I was used to getting some looks askance over the time. I do wear a kilt on occasions and when I play with a group of Scottish fiddlers, and I do have shaved legs as a holdover from my road bike racing days – but this? What kind of a mid life crisis was this to have foist upon me? What had I done wrong in life to be saddled with this utterly girly thrill?

Being a fact finding sort of guy. It was time to do some research and figure out what my malfunction was and jump on it's immediate correction, as time was doing nothing to solve this vexation. Time to Google up “men with painted nails” and get to the bottom of this.

Boy, was I surprised. Rather than finding a boatload of empirical data and psych papers on what the problem was, I found that I was apparently not as alone as I had suspected. Far from it! I discovered a veritable cornucopia of sites, blogs, “support groups”, and other such resources and tomfoolery.

I had no clue that so many men painted their nails! Some were as new or newer to it than I was, some had been painting for decades, and the gamut of teens to octogenarians was covered. A most interesting amalgam of straights, gays, cross dressers, transsexuals, and other men and women that simply liked seeing men painted up. Certainly a surprise to me!

Who knew?

OK, now some of you may have thought the previous as a joke. Wasn't even paying attention to the date when I posted it. No joke.

This all started during a same old same old sort of day of clearing abandoned goods from a vacant apartment. Upon clearing a closet, I at least found some nice red suede heeled platforms that I thought would look great on my wife. Minor win. Upon getting home, I proudly laid them out on the floor and asked what she thought, and as she walked up to them, my minor win turned to epic fail. It became immediately obvious that they were far too big. She actually suggested that they looked more my size. It turns out that she was right!

We crafted a prank to post on FaceBook. I'd model the shoes with painted nails, she'd post on her FB page, and troll for comments for a few days before spilling the beans, Adding to the "sell" on this is that I've had shaved legs for years as a holdover from my road bike racing days.

The day came for the pics - and the unintended consequences. I didn't really pay any attention to the whole process as it unfolded, but when I looked down upon my painted tootsies in those shoes - I was transfixed! I felt “pretty”! ~:0 I'm a 52 year old GUY! I'm not supposed to feel pretty!!! The horrible truth was that I was head over heels in love with having painted toenails. 

Great! What the hell ELSE is going to happen, I wondered.

This is the look that started this odd adventure.

I originally started out thinking that this would be a place where I would come to opine on politics and the upcoming election. Mebbe not...

I have grown tired of politics. Not that it's not an important issue, but I'm simply weary of the constant drumbeat of BS from any and every party. Now I know that even that may offend some, but so be it. Facts are facts, you're who you are and I'm who I am.

I was still in "recovery mode" at the time that I signed up here. Now what I mean by that is that I was in my initial "Freak Out" phase of the unintended consequences of an online prank that the wife and I had staged on FB.


I had no idea what to do with the fact that in the bat of an eye, I had been lured into a love affair with having painted nails.


I may take a far different direction than originally intended here.