Stop the presses! I need to share something deep and shocking…. I am not a cross-dresser. Bear with me, it’s not that radical a statement. I hate the term ‘cross-dresser’, it sounds like a angry wardrobe lady. It’s one of those phrases that has been created by a man to describe something he doesn’t understand.… Continue reading [Philosophy] The Perils of Being a T-Feminist

Don’t worry, this isn’t one of those mopey ramblings, but instead a quick look at the aftereffects of a dressing session from the perspective of a gender confused mid-life crisis-er. I’m still coming down from what, to be honest, were probably two of the most fulfilling days of my life so far. Suddenly, after all… Continue reading [Philosophy] The Five Stages of Taffeta Grief.

I don’t know about you, but when I was growing up I tended to overdose on good things. Too many sweets, too many crisps, too much video games, I’d embrace and exceed, in an hedonistic way, all of things that sparked off my pleasure centres. It’s fun to do (if you don’t mind the dental… Continue reading [Fashion] A Blur of Styles, Shoes, Poses and Endorphins

It’s hard to put into words the way I feel right now, but that’s never stopped me from trying before, so I’ll have a go. I want to laugh out loud. I want to cry, long hard sobs of wrenching happiness. I want to be by myself and quietly examine the day’s memories and inevitable… Continue reading Just one of those (utterly unforgettable once-in-a-lifetime) days…

I spent some time about twenty years ago living in Germany, a place I really love. I had a rented flat, a whole floor of a house that was owned by a nice elderly German couple. When I left the deal was I would tidy up and then return the keys – on the day… Continue reading Preparation H(ell)

I’m calling this one a fashion blog but bear with me on this. I’m in the enviable position of having a double session of dressing happening imminently and, as always, my body is working very hard to betray me on this. I’ve managed to sprain a muscle in my hand, which is extremely painful and… Continue reading [Fashion] Perspiration and Inspirations

So, a new year. I’d sort-of decided to let Sarah have a bit of a rest after the manic months of July through September last year, so it’s been a total of four months since I shed the mail persona and let Sarah have her way with my body. And I’m so obsessed with the… Continue reading [Philosophy] Climbing the wall…in heels.

I was going to do a gushing, femm-tastic review of 2016 until I remembered that other than Sarah coming to life in her retro-glam way, 2016 pretty much sucked donkeys. And then I also realised that New Year always gives me the blues, regardless of how in touch I am with my oestrogen (according to… Continue reading [Philosophy] The New Year Blues. With white polkadots. And maybe a hair-bow.