One Of These Things

I hate posting twice in one day, but during my never ending quest to find the perfect wig (affordable, black, shoulder length, lace-front, with some bangs) I came across something golden.

Before you look ahead, some brief back story.

Google Images has a wonderful feature that allows you search using actual images as your query, rather than words. I found a great wig on ebay (affordable, shoulder length, lace front, with some bangs) except the color was off. In an effort to find another wig seller with the same wig styles, I used this Google Images feature. My results are below.

Just doesn't belong....

What doesn’t belong?

Can you figure out what doesn’t belong? Hmmmm….

The Sometimes Mommy

I don’t have children, but when I do, I know that my crossdressing is definitely going to be a hot button issue.

Now is not the time for me to make any decisions about what role crossdressing will have in my or my children’s life when the issue arises. That doesn’t stop me from thinking about it from time to time, though, and today I had an idea.

There are a number of books for children with one parent, no parents, or same-sex parents, but I don’t think there are any for kids with crossdressing parent(s). That’s where this comes in:

The Sometimes Mommy

The Sometimes Mommy

The Sometimes Mommy is a children’s book I will one day write that will help children understand why their father crossdresses. It will deal with issues such as the child’s involvement in the crossdressing, the role the parent has when crossdressing, and how children can (should they choose) explain their parents crossdressing to other people.

Obviously I haven’t written the book yet, but when I do, expect it to be a huge hit. There will probably be a number of en femme book signings, day time talk show interviews and an adult companion-book. This will spin-off into a TV show (sitcom or children’s cartoon), coffee table book, and eventually a movie starring some as-of-yet-not-casted SNL pretty boy who is now trying to make it in the movie business. (The film will probably flop, but I will clash with the director over creative differences.)

Pat Robertson, if he is still alive, will condemn me to hell. Upon his death, it will be revealed that he was a closted crossdresser.

In all seriousness, should I be blogging X number of years from now, I’ll probably write ad nauseum about the subject. For now, you’ll just have to settle with a clip-art cover of The Sometimes Mommy.

No Parking

In the world of increasingly bizarre search terms that have led to my blog, I bring you, “crossdress parking lot.”

I’m not sure what that means, but imagine its something like this:

We need preferred parking, it's tough to walk in heels.

Cops would probably park here anyway.

Now, I have to wonder what a crossdresser parking lot looks like. Is every spot reserved for crossdressers? Is it just a parking lot that likes to wear drive way’s clothing? The most important question is, do I have the balls (or lack thereof) to actually park there?

These little posts amuse me too much. I’m so glad I have a basic understanding of Photoshop.

Rossdresser

I enjoy looking at the various search terms people use that eventually lead them to this blog. Today’s “Rossdresser” was one of my favorites.

I have to imagine rossdressing involves dressing up as Ross Geller from Friends. There is also the less popular rossdressing alternative, which is when you have an indescribable desire to emulate Ross Perot. To each his (or her) own, I suppose. Personally I’d rather dress like Monica.

My two FreeBra replacements arrived today – I expect some new photos this weekend. For now, this should tide everyone over.

Pretty creepy

Wow. This is scary.

Alright. Not even I’m going to deny how creepy this is. Sweet dreams, everyone! 🙂