Working Girl

I love the new Louis Vuitton ad campaign with Madonna. Isn't she spectacular? She's a grand believer in always recreating yourself and that is what I want for myself. I never want to stop growing. I never want to stop learning.

My Little House Pet has become quite a working girl. She now has two jobs: one in retail where we get a fabulous discount and the other at a Golf Course. She and I are both working as much as possible right now; at least until the end of the year. Fabulous Christmas and a Happy New Year with Sweet Gia's Birthday in between.

She's enjoying wine and strutting about in my long black evening dress and gloves with rhinestones.

I haven't taken the girl out in quite some time. I think we are long overdue due for a night out with the boys.

Back to Eating Cat Food

Yesterday you didn't miss a lot.
I binged on carbs and was absolutely nasty and rude to anyone that would hold still.
Except Gia.
She missed the wrath maybe because I pity her as she gives up cigarettes.
Maybe it was because she looked like a smokin' hot pink ballerina.
I never know who will show up to dinner and I don't want to know.
It's such a thrill to see what she'll choose to wear.
I'm back on track with my diet though I have no energy for exercise.
I've worked 12 hour days for most of the week and I'm so tired!
I purchased the P90X but haven't began the process yet.
It's slightly intimidating but I'm up for it.
A girl should constantly reinvent herself.
It's important for me to never stop growing, testing limits or allowing myself too much comfort.
I find it odd because Gia puts no rules on me at all.
She asks for little and yet the lack of provocation seems to ...well, provoke me.
I don't imagine that going back to a traditional relationship with a typical male would suit me.
Of course, this one isn't always easy.
I've had to stretch her a few areas but compared to some out there, I have an easy cross dresser.
Oooh....she just came out in a pale pink top and a sensible knee length skirt with heels.
She looks like she might be going to bible study.
I love when the church girl comes out to play.

Yay!

This morning I colored my hair a deep black cherry. I would love to be assisted in this, but Gia always looks like a Sim in distress when I ask her for help. She's great at somethings and there are other things I've learned that there's just not a need to bother.



All in all, she's easy to please.

All in all, I think it's easy to please each other.

She's my best friend ever.

Tonight I came home to find her dressed like a perfect gymnast in a hot pink tank top and purple shorts standing in the kitchen cooking my dinner. If I had a cock, I am sure I would have gotten an erection.

And that's part of it, isn't it? Being a crossdresser's girlfriend allows me to explore my deeply masculine, peculiarly strong dominant places that perhaps, a traditional relationship would not afford me.

As a Crossdresser's Girlfriend, I have discovered that I am the bravest gal I know. What I once feared, has already been met and overcome. I finally believe that there is NOTHING I can't do. Do you know how sweet a freedom that carries love in its mouth tastes like? I do...

Wish my Girl luck.

She decided to quit smoking today.

Make Up Video of The Crossdressers Girlfriend Nov 08

My Sexy Mute Angel

Perfect

As I struggle to shed one more layer of skin, my Gorgeous Girl refrained from telling me that she is 5'10 and 147 pounds. She's absolutely perfect in splendid dimension and when I learned just how perfect, I chased her around the house and yelled out obscenities. God love a girl who can keep from gloating. She is so supportive. The pantry is always packed with fresh foods and she prepares all of my meals even rising to make the ones I must have at work. Such a doll. I can't imagine life without her or how I ever got along before she showed up. All I know for sure is that I hope to never go a day without her love and want to share all I have with her.

Disguise

There's a chick at work whom I first thought looked like Jada Pickett Smith with a hat. Now I watch her scuttle, manipulate and con realizing all done in a hat I realize she's a bug hiding her antennas with that fucking hat. I am very Zen; I don't mention it but I'm careful not to allow her to touch me. She's always trying to touch me but I don't allow it but she's a parasite ...kind of like Ray's art.

Last night I had a very adolescent dream. I dreamed I was with a childhood friend and I peed myself in front of her whole family. I had nothing to change into and I was seeing Nikki Sixx who had bought a car from me....my first car an 88 Beretta gt which he had turned into something righteously his own. Don't ask. Nikki is a frequent flyer in my dreams. Lady Gaga recently remarked that she loved boys who looked like girls and remarked that all of her boyfriends looked like Nikki Sixx. We should all be so lucky.

The Crossdresser announced that he would no longer be in male clothing except at work and for occasional family gatherings. I think she expected to be met with slight opposition but I didn't. That's fine. She's gorgeous as a boy or a girl. I love to watch her in the kitchen as she cooks my breakfast in a nightie. I wish I could paint. I should at least take photos.

She's gorgeous and life is beautiful.

Dead People and Groupies

I am reading, "no death, no fear" by Thich Nhat Hanh.

The author is a Buddhist Monk.

He says that most of us are already dead.

When we don't live in the moment we are dead.

Even if we are turning around to look at the past or making plans for the future, we are dead.

So all day, I tried to live in the moment.

He suggests saying, "I have arrived. I am finally home."

I did this but it was still hard for me not to daydream about blond hair and my miata.

It's hard to get all jacked up about a day spent in the office and then it occurs to me that I might not be where I am meant to be.

But if I'm not enjoying the current moment...doesn't that make me dead?

I'm trying to figure out this living business.

All I really know is that I went a whole day without speaking ill of anything or anyone.

I made an attempt to be kind and thoughtful and I succeeded.

It felt good.

The Crossdresser and I have groupies.

Yes, friends.

It's true.

There are those that seek us out for what I cannot say. I'm not sure.

Not separately.

They want the package deal.

Is it even possible to want us both?

The Crossdresser and I are like night and day.

How can someone fancy us both?

I'm thinking they want one of us and long to be the other.

That's my vibe on it.

I'll keep you posted.

For now, I'll finish my green tea and admire the hot pink shorts the Crossdresser put on after work.

Just The Facts, Ma'am

I am still in love with a Crossdresser.

Sometimes I come home to Angelina Jolie. Sometimes I come home to Jesus. Either way I win.

I gave up cigarettes, sugar, and caffeine.

There is power in purity once you lose the compulsion to kill people.

I lost 15 pounds.

By my birthday, I hope to be a hot mess with blond hair and a red Miata.

I've been watching a lot of porn.

It turns me on if the girls are pretty and the men are old, unattractive and seem desperate.

I wrote a letter to my mother and told her I forgave her.

My daughter and Sadie my dog left me for another parent.

She shows up when she needs stuff.

I have completely spoiled Sirena-she is no longer dog but an Imperial Goddess.

I'm studying Buddhism.

Since giving up my bad habits I no longer fear death.

I rock at work.

Finally I am seen as more of an element than an employee.

I have a new favorite artist named Ray Caesar.

There are a few theories behind his work but mostly I like to think they are not children-but parasites.

I love Lady Gaga.

Crossdresser's Girlfriend is 30% Lady Gaga, 70% Margaret Cho minus hot Asian attributes.

I'm dying to make out with someone strange and cheeky.

When are you coming over?