Courtesy of hot weather, late nights and copious vino my last couple of blog posts have strayed a little from the idea behind this little project, bad Drab-Mode, so Sarah here to talk about….. FASHION! Well, not so far from previous posts, because as well as talking about my favourite Fashions I’m going to compare… Continue reading Fashion, darlings, Fashion
Month: June 2016
T-Evolution – the origin story
Life is an interesting set of temporal points that we, in the present, continually replay rather than live in the moment. I’ve yet to meet any human being who isn’t either stuck in the groove (apology for those who grew up after the decline of the record player) of historical rose-tinted repeats, or yearning to… Continue reading T-Evolution – the origin story
Admiring the admirers…..
So, it’s past midnight, the day’s coffee is dancing around the inside of my head and preventing me from slipping off into whatever fever-like dreams my mind fancies enjoying tonight, so let’s address one of the issues that T-Gurls have – admirers. I’m going to be honest. I’m heterosexual (*immediately* the readership of the blog… Continue reading Admiring the admirers…..
When is a Fetish not a Fetish?
I want to try and write this blog post without using the word ‘Period’. Damn, failed already. Let me explain. For the majority of my time I feel no need, no urge, no compulsion to let Sarah out for her fun. It’s just not there. I don’t suddenly think of her and get a guilt… Continue reading When is a Fetish not a Fetish?
I’m in the mood for a gush.
There are time when I want to talk about why I have this ‘interesting’ urge. There are times when I want to try and justify to the world why I occasionally let Sarah out of her pink-furred box. There are times when I want to share the happiness, to let others know that it’s not… Continue reading I’m in the mood for a gush.
Joy, guilt, purge, repeat….
If I have one regret, and hell, I have a few, it’s that I really fall foul of the standard guilt-ridden T-Gurl archetype. I get great joy from dressing, and then after a month or so of ruminating I get guilt which is often followed by the short-term cathartic exercise of purging all my girlie… Continue reading Joy, guilt, purge, repeat….