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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

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

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…..

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?

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.

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….

Long story short – I’ve always been so far into the closet that I kept tripping over lamp-posts and wondering why it was so cold in there (hint, C.S.Lewis reference). Until very recently that is. I’ve always planned and executed my dressing sessions with near-military levels of planning. Everything folded and placed in backpacks under… Continue reading When dressing turns to erotica…

I discovered Hell Bunny dresses in an amusing way. Some of my female friends were chatting on Facebook about retro styles and I was, well, listening as you do (none of them know about Sarah), and ‘Hell Bunny’ was mentioned. I went off and did some hunting around, found a cool place to buy them… Continue reading ‘Hell Bunny’ dresses – deliciousness

If you want to know what kind of girl a man is attracted to make him pick out some clothes and a makeup style. And then make him wear them. I never saw myself as a blonde but in one of my first photoshoots I tried a blonde wig with fashionable roots, combined with a… Continue reading Being ‘That’ Girl

In my last photoshoot the sublimely talented and beautiful make-up artist (shameless plug for Cindy at Boys will be Girls) continually told me that I looked like a housewife who had had a couple of children. That statement should have caused the bloke-part of me to ponder the moment, but it didn’t. It felt wonderful… Continue reading The Housewife Fantasy