11-06-2008

The Week that Was

Well I have said it before many times. Fall is by far My favorite time of the year. This past week, the fall color reached its peak here in Smallville. I took some time to go over to the grounds of the Henry Clay Estate (google it) and just sat in wonder among a riot of crimson, dayglo and burnt orange and vivid crimson amid a few remaining holdouts of olive green. It was at dusk and the sun was illuminating this gorgeous handiwork before it slid out of view, leaving a beautiful sky of pink, magenta and orange in it's wake. I know we don't have oceans and beaches here, but folks without seasons don't know what they are missing every year with this most beautiful time.

HALLOWEEN! I hope you all found your inner spook and found someplace to tear loose this past Friday. I have a very hip, wacky and incredibly creative neighbor. She is definitely the straw that stirs the neighborhood fun and once again, she held a rocking good Halloween party. A hairdresser with a large gay clientele, the mix of folks was quite a sight. A lot of Adams and cowboys and Indians with a few sailors thrown in. Very much fun. I was not en femme which may shock the daylights out of you, but was really not sure who would be showing up and was not ready to out myself to the neighborhood fully. Now you may think as I used to that Halloween is the perfect cover to do such dressup games among vanilla friends. But the question always comes up....."Where did you find boots that size....or who did your makeup?" When We graduate from campiness to doing this well, it tends to arouse suspicions I would rather not deal with. But bottom line, I had fun anyway. Now that this is not the ONLY time of the year I get to dress, as it was in the bad ol days, its not such a loss.

ELECTION....I remember four years ago, I was in the nation's capitol on Election Day. That afternoon I was card shopping at some funky little store down in Dupont Circle and there was this excitement in the air that Bushie was out and Kerry would surely be elected. DC is that way. Very libereal and firm believers in the potential good that government can bring to our lives. Well, we all know how that turned out. I have never been in a more depressed, and depressing place the day after. Three was just this tremendous malaise and resignation that hung over the place. Everyone walked around like they had a hundred pound backpack strapped to them.

Contrast that with the mood this week as I flew out of Smallville the day after the election. People were smiling, happy and optimistic. I am sure not everyone was, but they were hard to find. So whether your ticket prevailed or not, you have to be happy that the country feels a sense of hope that something new and better has a chance to grow now. Time will tell, but nothing can be gained now by pessimism or obstruction.

Today as I write this I am in the Big Easy. Have not been here for some eight plus years. Down here in the quarter, there is little evidence of the wrath of Katrina save the occasional photo book you see with vivid pictures of all the misery and destruction. A stroll down Bourbon Street is nostalgic, seedy and yet a bit eerie as there really are fewer people. Perhaps its just the season....or the post Halloween letdown (apparently they really do it up down here...will have to try that sometime). Or maybe the natives really have not come back.

At the same time, I can't believe how things do stay the same here. I was here......oh I won't tell you how many years ago it was....but I was FIVE!!! As I stroll down the brick streets so many years later, I look around and see Broussards, Arnaud's, Antoine's, Cafe Du Monde, The Old Absinthe House and place after place after place that still thrives today. It is comforting to go somewhere where the old family owned businesses have not been supplanted by chain monstrosities. They are here, in huge mall-like complexes on the river, but people seem to shun them because they seem so alien in this uniquely old and weathered place. I hope to take a haunted tour and cemetery tour this time...things I have not done heretofor. And am making a note to definitely fit a French Quarter Halloween in My lifetime before I am too old to enjoy it. And I will definitely do it en femme...Divinyl style...when I do!

Hope you enjoyed this departure from My typical video blog entry. Seems now and again I need to show a bit more depth than I typically do on those. Not to worry, as long as I like to talk, those will continue to roll out. And I don't see that changing anytime soon.

Happy Fall....whats left of it. Get out and see some color before its gone!!

Mistress D

11-05-2008

Little Black Dress Mind Dump Parts, part 1 and 2

What a strange title you say? Well, watch the vids and see if you come up with a better title? Dress Me up and stick Me in front of a cam and Lord knows what's going to come out. And it may not only be.....WORDS!!

Anyway, the topics range far and free, but gloriosky....always seem to come back to Me talking about you serving ME and how to do it properly...all the while stroking Myself to attention! Am I becoming predictable? Gawd I hope not.

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10-27-2008

Scottsdale Chat, part 1

While I busy Myself with preparing photos and vids from My SCC experience (see last week's video blog) I am going to make a small diversion and tell you about a little trip I took to Scottsdale Arizona this past spring.

Not the usual trip mind you. No slave in tow. No fetish parties. But I made the most of it. I dressed and cammed extensively one night, and dressed and did some clubbing on another. And.....I cut a four part vid that you will like...maybe luv! It will roll out next week.

Stiflingly HOT, very beautiful and clean, great shopping and a very relaxed vibe. I basically loved this place, especially My hotel, the uber hip Hotel Indigo. A great little home away from home. These two little vid blogs will give you the details.

Mistress D

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10-27-2008

Scottsdale Chat, part 2

The babbling continues......

Mistress D

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10-14-2008

Contacting Me...

All members as well as visitors to the journal....PLEASE watch the video here and take note. Many have attempted to contact Me via phone. If you are wondering why I don't answer or return your calls, then view the vid and learn why.

Mistress D

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10-13-2008

My First Report from the 2008 Southern Comfort Conference

Hello friends, visitors and members! Uncharecteristically, I did manage to command a few moments of coherent thought and sat down to report on the goings on in Atlanta this past week. For those who don't know what this is all about, 700 plus trans ladies and men took over the Crowne Plaza Ravinia in Atlanta last week. Many were there for professional help and counseling. Others for needed support networks. Still others...like ME...were there to meet old friends, make new ones and PARTY !!! I took over 500 pictures and captured some great video on this trip folks. And members....you know YOU are going to get the GOOD STUFF. More to come!

Mistress D

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9-29-2008 A LOOK BACK...

My First Trip to Southern Comfort, 2006 part 1

DAY ONE

I decide in a moment of temporary insanity to dress before leaving Kentucky for Atlanta. Well...dress as Divinyl of course. (smiles)

I suppose I have grown tired of the three hours lost to primping and priming that usually go on when I arrive somewhere. And since I am driving and not flying....Why the hell not?

I can hit the ground running!" I think to Myself. And you know...it did actually work that way. I was able to walk into the room, unpack a few things...spritz a bit and be off to dinner. But couldn't I just wear a t-shirt, some flip flops and jeans to drive in for six hours....in a two seater roadster!!! OH NOT MOI!!!!

I HAVE to do the full Divinyl doll-up. After all, when I cruise into the hotel with the top down in front of all those other t-girlz standing out front....I HAVE to make an impression. So lets see....hmmmm....what would be the most comfortable thing to drive all that way in???? How bout......the tightest leather pants I own, over the knee stiletto heeled boots, a big cumbersome Mooroccan belt, a long wig that can get pinched and pulled on by the seat and seatbelt.....Yeah...that sounds about right!

Not to mention the glances (Did I say glances?) I might get when I stepped out to gas up or use the loo in some small rural town between here and there!!! All 6'6 of Me leathered up to the hilt strutting into a Speedway Store!!! What the hell was I thinking???

Anyway....I hit traffic snags and arrive around the time the girlz are all massing to take shuttles to Einsteins for the designated Dining Out adventure. So I did have a good crowd to make My entrance to. I unfolded out of the tiny car and My faithful manservant d scurried out to help with My luggage. Too bad for all of U/us he did not have a camera to capture this moment. I strutted in not carrying a thing but My purse, leaving d to schlepp all My stuff inside. The hotel was wonderful. Very warm, tricked out and inviting lobby. Registration went fine....a room adjoining My friend Shauna from Nashville. slave will be on the other side of Shauna's room so within shouting and almost whipping distance.

I settle in a bit, put My little touches around the room (like lots of pictures of Myself....Ha Ha....hey can you come up with something better to beautify the room?????)

Shauna calls Britt Sommers who some of you may be familiar with. Shauna had chatted with Britt on the net and I had actually met her when in Lauderdale at the trannie club she performs in. The plan was to go to dinner together....somewhere other than Einsteins where the convention attendees were headed ( I hate when they limit My choices and with a crowd that big, it was down to three). So I chatted with the concierge and got some suggestions. Something hip, very urban, modern and edgy witn inventive cuisine, a great vibe and atmosphere....oh and close!!! Not too much to ask is it? Well it wasn't! Because they sent us on our way to an absolutely wonderful place whose name of course I cannot remember. But I enjoyed a tini, some Viognier and a wonderful dish of Steak Frittes done in the classic French style. The absolute best I have ever had. I made slave order it as well...he was not disappointed.

When we met Britt and her possee in the lobby, some of her girls had that little turd under the nose thing going. Some wanted to eat at the Mall and others wanted fast food. I could see a train wreck coming so we exited quickly...stage left. My friend from Oklahoma, formerly of Kentucky...Robyn...is in attendance and joins us for dinner. Good to see her again! She has just come out of her makeover with one of the firms doing that down here and looks very nice. robyn is a bit more conservative in her dress than I am and she pulls off her look quite well.

The general plan is to come back to the hotel and find some bars closeby to hit. There is no event going on until later that night when there is a pajama party upstairs. This has no appeal to Shauna or Me, but we will wind up there after all is said and done.

When we arrive back, the lobby is teaming with trans people. Mind you...there are nearly seven hundred attending this conference and they have the hotel nearly fully booked. This convocation becomes a nightly event and something we will look forward to every night. The hotel has set up satellite bars in several places so no long lines for drinks. The lobby has a grand staircase up to the Mezzanine level so we all stop to take lots of pics there and outside in front of the hotel where the smokers are all hanging out.
When we head back up to the room and try to find some clubs....we sort of hit a wall and determine we are wasting time procrastinating and will just try to crash the pj party! Shauna is a bit tentative as there is a long laundry list of people she is trying to avoid ....lol and she is worried a bit about running into them. But its an adventure and we take the plunge.

Big crowd. All manner of dress..(We did not change for this..just wore what we had on....such party poopers) Some in fuzzy bunny slippers and flannel p.j.s and others in skimpy lingerie. There is a couple there that we will all learn to hate. Two very young, thin, petite and totally passable TGs....boob jobs, hormones, the works. Well their thing is to hang on each other like Siamese twins and grope and tongue each other until everyone is watching! BITCHES!!! I hate competition!!!!!

We chat up a few little pools of people. Some are friendly, some are aloof (for the life of Me...don't know why). I am My usual gregarious self. Robyn is pretty chatty...Shauna is a bit quiet....not so full of bombast as us. I run into an old chat friend from San Fran area..Gianna...and its good to see she made it after standing Me up in San Fran!!!! she seems preoccupied with flirting and picking up the DJ working there and begins to disrobe on the dancefloor which is always fun!

After a while...we all decide to head up and save some energy for the days and adventures ahead. Sorry...no x rated things to tell of this entry. Actually just went to bed!!!

Mistress D

9-29-2008 A LOOK BACK...

My First Trip to Southern Comfort, 2006 part 2

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT????

Lets see....this happened back in September. Well thats not too bad. Geez!!

Anyway.....I awake in what I think is time to make it to the registration desk before it closes at noon. Of course, I have to primp aplenty. I clean up, make up and slip into My new camel suede bootcut pants I got for an absolute steal at a Wilson Leather closeout. These things set Me back a whopping $6 and they fit like a dream!!!! I pair them with a black sleeveless muscle type shirt, My new Mooroccan belt and four inch heel pumps. A real different look from My pirate like outfit the first day.

I choke down the in room coffee...I have given d the morning off from his usual routine. I rush down to registration and of course they have closed a few minutes early! Aaarghhh!

I go to the vendor area and look over the selection of wigs, forms, jewelry, makeover stations, etc that are being peddled there. I am flattered when a lady who runs a sort of finishing school for trannies asks if she can take My picture as an example of the right look. Apparently she feels I embody what she is trying to preach to them dress, makeup and general look wise. I run into Shauna who is getting her makeover. I have to avoid seeing her because I have this thing about seeing people out of Femme. Just a personal hangup. I chat with the lady at the wig booth and get an appointment to have My new stacked hair Jon Renau wig 'cut in'. I am very excited about this as I really need an alternative to Old Faithful.

When Shauna is done...and looking fab btw....we head to the Mall for a quick bite of lunch . I have about 45 minutes til My appt with the wig place. We hit a deli in the attached mall to the hotel. It is so much fun to just go at will anywhere en femme. The folks in the hotel and the Mall seem used to this annual event as everyone is nonplussed and accepting of the whole thing. I get back for My appt and they have started on someone else. So I go to the bar and wait for it to open and to have a brief intro meeting with a chat friend who lives there...art.

art is a dear. a very generous type who has bought Me a skirt, stockings, a new wig and more. He is moving soon but has put aside a bit of time while I am in ATlanta to meet. W/we hve a nice chat about everything under the sun. Tall, strapping, good looking gent. he has driven his motorcycle over and I want some pics on it so I brave the blustery breezes outside and pose on it. Wish I had the outfit I planned to wear later on....would look much more 'biker girl' than what I have. OH well.
I also run into Emma M from Cincy. I have been anxious to meet up with her after an all too brief meeting years ago at a fetish event in Cincy at the Red Cheetah. Emma is an incredibly talented person ...an artist in so many mediums it would make your head spin. And a nicer soul you could never meet. We agree to hook up for some time while in Atlanta. Like Me ..she is there for the fun and not all the seminars etc.

I give the wig place another crack and they finally work Me in. Well what can I tell you. The lady did an absolute splendid job cutting in My new creation. This is now My fave wig. And as fate would have it...as I was reaching into My purse for some money to pay her...I look up in the mirror and see behind Me....Zelda Rose from Dallas....formerly New Orleans. Another chat friend whom I have conversed with over a long long time. IT is so good to finally meet some of these people. And Z is as I expected, a no BS girl and totally charming and fun. WE make plans to rendezvous at the club night out tonight.
I wander out to the bar area to catch up with d and Shauna. Well the new wig is a big hit. Shauna tells Me to put that old one away....that this one rocks!! And it does look good. Shiny, very 'now' and the color really works.

Well lets see....Shauna and I want to go shopping in some district where all the punk and fetish stuff is so We get d to drive us down there. Well this is a long haul as Wwe dont seem able to navigate all the bad directions we received and one way dead ends. And on a Friday night now!!! all these places ARE CLOSED. Cool places too. They remind Me of The Alley in Chicago. So all that for nothing. And Me all leathered, mini-d and booted up too. So...back to the hotel to eat at the restaurant there. Well ...ITS CLOSEDD!! At 8:30. So back in the car and We go to Einsteins, a great restaurant a couple of blocks down. Fantastic food and atmosphere.

Back to the rooms to change. I pick My stretch mini, Vic Secret back seamed lace top thigh highs, patent pumps with chrome heels and My latex zip front jacket from Armory. And of course...My NEW WIG. Shauna wears her new leather jeans, fringed boots, and leather vest. Very biker chic look. We wander down to the car for the trip to wetBar.

Well let Me tell you...this club is uber cool. Huge...a wonderful rooftop bar that overlooks the city, a large downstairs chill area with great fountains, and inside a great disco with a huge stainless stell dance floor. A camera whore's wet dream!!! d snaps away like there is no tomorrow. And W/we come away with lots and lots of shots. Shauna takes a shining to a very leggy girl in a preppy schoolgirl outfit named Kittra. They make a real connection. We hang with Zelda and Robin from Oklahoma and have a wonderful time.
When they finally kick us out....we head back and just sit in the bar area and chill and people watch. My friend Gianna from San Fran has an afterparty cooking upstairs in a suite, but I am just dog tired and cant get up for it. I head to the room after saying goodnight to My friends. I drag d of course. A quick change into a short black silk gown and I drag him into the shower and make him kneel and use him as My toilet. And as he gently sucks out the last few drops of piss...that mouth feels so damn good on My clit that I just have to drag him back to the bed and have him suck Me gently until I explode. Ahh....a Mistress' life is good...n'est pas???