Migrant Caravan May 2018

I am an average American, at least that is how I view myself. I want to weigh in with this situation and to be honest with you I am having a difficult time buying into the logic behind this supported by the caravan, the lawyers embedded with the caravan, the main steam media, and the Democratic party. These people are claiming asylum in our country on the grounds of them being persecuted in their home countries with things such as high crime, corrupt governments, a poor economy, no civil rights and the list goes on and on. These are all valid reasons to want to come to America and if these are indeed the true reasons, they should be given consideration to legally become part of the USA. 

However, this is the problem I am having buying into this logic. I have noticed on the real news many of these people are waiving flags from their home countries, yes the same countries they are claiming they need to escape because of their persecution. If these countries are indeed guilty of these horrible things, which they probably are and these people are victims, why are they waiving flags supporting these very same countries and not American flags? This makes no sense to me at all and to me completely debunks their position for asylum in my mind.

No, it is not all of the people in the caravan waving these flags, but none the less, there are many of them. I believe in border security and legal immigration into our country no matter your race or country of origin, but this latest incident makes me question the validity of their reason to want to come here. In my opinion, and I think I am still entitled to one, or at least I hope, how can you claim asylum from horrible countries that are persecuting you and then turn around and show support for the same countries by waiving their flags? You may not agree with my assessment of this situation and that's ok but I think you must admit this seems a bit disingenuous.

Chat Room Poetry 2

These poems were inspired by some recent behavior I observed in a 
trans friendly chat room I frequent. Please note that they represent no particular 
person or event but yet have a ring of truth about them.


Haters


They lack a friend, husband or wife and seem to lead a sad and lonely life.
Their's no special person to help them through all the things that we must do.
Taking it out on the people in the room, spreading a message of hate & gloom.

They feel better when they make you feel bad, don't you think that's really sad?
Acting like kids that are still in high school, making themselves look like a fool.
Having a laugh at your expense, unless you are strong and have a good defense.

Some act like they're your friend, so be careful or they might get you in the end.
Their stock goes up when yours is down and on your face they see a sad frown.
Showing no empathy, humanity or remorse, only they seem to matter of course.

We're all different and that's a fact, but is this the way we want to act?
Political correctness is not the answer but this hate is spreading like a cancer.
Please stop the anger, please stop the hate, please stop it all before it's to late.




Ego Mainiacs


We all have egos and there's no doubt that this is part of what we're all about.
But there are some I'm sorry to say who have to be at the top each & every day.
If they don't get what they seek, I have found them to be adrift and oh so weak.

When their camera count is very high their massive ego's reach up to the sky.
You can see the difference in their mood and they feel justified in being rude.
Bragging about their looks a bit , although their face looks like a catchers mitt.

They get angry if they think you know more about the people that they adore.
Bearing their skin and shaking their ass even though they are as fragile as glass.
Their life depends on being on top so I sit back and wait for the hammer to drop.

It's sad to say when they don't get their own way it's going to be an awful day.
They have no life outside the room and their forecast calls for clouds and gloom.
Having to be the queen of the room and all I hope for is that they leave soon.

The Liberals

1/19/17    With all of the turmoil resulting from the recent presidential election 
and the resulting turmoil I thought I would weigh in. Being trans gendered most
will be surprised that I am not one of the people I'm writing about, since they are
advocates for the trans gendered. However, I am fairly middle of the road 
politically although I lean slightly to the right. These events and their reactions
prompted this poem. As you'll see, I enjoy stirring things up and if you don't agree,
it's ok, I promise I won't throw a hissy fit.







Liberal Dems scare the hell out of me, it's their way or no way don't you see?
Intolerant to ideas that are not of their own leaving the rest lost and alone.
Political correctness is at its peak so you better be careful of how you speak.

Acting like children since the election going so far as threatening insurrection
The biased media also kicks in making you think your opinion must be a sin.
Hollywood drones are also doing their part, trying to tear our country apart.

I'm not saying that Trump is the answer but the liberals act like he's a cancer.
Give the man a chance and let us see, what he may be able to do for you and me.
The die has been cast, it's to late so please can we all stop with all this hate.

The American public has had enough and things are getting rather rough.
Perhaps it's me and I just don't see that this is the way they want it to be.
But there must be enough common ground to stop this thing from going down.

Illegal aliens fill our streets but yet they still won't grow up and admit defeat.
We need to stop this and work together to build a country that will last forever.
No government can possibly please us all but maybe we should build that wall.

Politically I used to be middle of the fence but this current behavior makes no sense.
Just because they didn't get their own way, like a child they don't want to play.
So please just grow up and act like an adult and you may find you like the result.

Chat Room Racism?

The other day while I was in a trans social media chat room someone commented on the passing of Muhammad Ali. Since this was within a few days there was nothing unusual about a comment on this subject. What was unusual is that this person was either stupid or looking for trouble. Let me explain, he commented that he didn't care for Ali, as many people do and he sited his reasons. He said he didn't like him because he was a draft dodger and a black Muslim. He also questioned his character referring to the story where Ali supposedly threw his Olympic gold medal into a river. He also said that Ali was a hypocrite because after tossing the medal, later in life he accepted to light the torch at the opening of the Olympics.

I knew immediately that he had made a grave error and would no doubt be trashed in short order - which he was. The reason I knew is because of the politically correct society we live in today. Although you have the right to speak your mind you also have the right to be verbally attacked if your views do not conform the with the current climate of society. His views did not fit what is PC today, plus let's face it even the lowest of celebrities suddenly become more popular once they die. In this case he was labelled as a racist instead of not just liking Ali because of the previous reasons. Even though he gave what he thought were valid reasons, the issue immediately turned into a racial one.

It appeared to me at least that if it had been, just say Jake LaMotta (Raging Bull), a famous and popular white boxer from the forties that there would have been no problem because the reasons for the dislike were clearly stated and racism would never come up, even if the person making the statement was black. If the person that said he didn't like Ali had not stated his reasons then I could see some comments about racism. So I concluded that at least in this chat room that a white person cannot say anything negative about a black person without being labeled a racist. If we are truly equal then we should be able to say we don't like someone of another race without necessarily being a racist.

Now the two things are not mutually exclusive and perhaps this individual was indeed a racist. But to label a person for these reasons is fundamentally flawed but accepted because of the current state of things in this country today. I also noticed how fast so many piled on in order to inflict maximum damage to this individual who merely stated his opinion. I could see him being asked if he was a racist and he was and replied that he was not and pointed out his reasons again. However, it was too late and he was branded as a hater as I knew he would. Although this was a chat room with approximately 300 people in it I think it represents enough people to gauge the barometer of society.

So by these standards all white people have to like all black people, no matter what kind of person they are or else they are a racist. This is a double sided coin however and this also means that all black people have to like all white people or they are also racists. Of course this is absurd but this is the society we live in today. As long as you are politically correct you not only have the right to give your opinion but you can count on the PC zombies to defend you in the name of the greater good of course. If you choose to disagree with them  you do so at your own risk. Now please notice that I have not rendered my opinion as to whether he was a racist or not, nor will I since this is not the point I'm trying to make.

No matter what I think I believe that this guy should have been given the benefit of the doubt here. He did give valid reasons, and he also stated he was not a racist. So in the eyes of the PC crowd he was guilty because Ali just happened to be black. Does me not condemning this guy also mean that I'm a racist, well of course not but many would perceive me as such because I didn't jump on the bandwagon. Ali was a controversial person back in the 1960's and many people didn't like him for many reasons, among them in some cases, racism.

No matter what my opinion is I had enough sense to just sit back and watch the brawl. There are a few things I won't discuss in these chat rooms such as politics, racism and I find myself not to be particularly PC. There are plenty of other forums out there to discuss controversial topics that are designed to do just that so the atmosphere is different in that it takes place in a different setting. Lets face facts, no race is immune to hate as it has always been and I don't see this changing anytime in the near future. Personally I think that this will exist until the there is no such thing as races because we will all be the same one because of the unstoppable blending of the races which we see gaining momentum.

What do you think, was he a racist based on what I told you, was he treated fairly and where do you weigh in on this incident? Unlike what happened in the chat room I personally would recognize any reasonable opinion that was based on  fact and not just a knee jerk reaction. I may not agree with you but that's ok, right? This is by far the most controversial thing I have written and it all depends on the readers reactions if I will visit these kinds of topics again.

Chat Room Poetry

Here are a few poems I wrote that were inspired by experiences in transgendered chat rooms. If you have ever been in one you may be able to relate some of them and if you haven't my thoughts came from real situations so you can still get a feel for the story. Of course I have used a little poetic license in them and the names have been changed so go ahead and enjoy them.



Private Messages


Private messages are fast & easy but they tend to attract the sleazy.
Reaching their hand up my dress so they no longer have to guess.
Desperately wanting to change who I am so I can be the girl for them.

Yes I've been around the block before but don't treat me like a whore.
I know who I am and where I'm going all without you ever knowing.
And just because my lips are red doesn't mean I want to jump in bed.

Perhaps it's me and I don't know but I think that it's time for you to go.
Most of them don't last to long because they all sing the same old song.
If there's a next time & you show respect maybe it will be like you expect.



Trolls


Some of them like the way I look saying I'm so hot I make them cook.
But I can't help it if they love my lips or the look of my shapely hips.
And just because of the way I look they think they know me like a book.

Crude & rude is their game as they call me a nasty name.
Verbal abuse is in the air and you can bet they don't even care.
Lower the lights, they'll appear and get your hand off my rear.

Please show me this and show me that, but my mind is where it's at.
They're trolling along looking for me and anyone else they may see.
I'm just an old girl doing her best to separate herself from the rest.



Fishing


I turn on my cam as I cast out my line knowing it's just a matter of time.
Then all of a sudden you are there running your hand through my hair.
As a rule they're fairly easy to fool even if some of them are not so cool.
It's all about the presentation if they are to accept my disguised invitation.
A little wiggle here, a little flash there and pretty soon they don't even care.
Once again they fell for my deception because they have no conception.
After some play I'll have my way as I add another easy catch to my day.

Getting Started

I often am asked how I got started dressing to end up where I am today. Let me say that it didn't happen overnight and one day I woke up and said, hmm...I want to wear women's clothes today. It actually started long before I ever put on lipstick or a bra, back to when I was a young child. At the time these incidents meant basically nothing since I was to young to appreciate their true meaning.


The first things that I can remember that I later learned were significant were as follows. When I was about five years old my parents used to have friends over on Friday nights to play cards and socialize. My sister and I used to watch since it was something different to do. All of the women used to wear a lot of makeup, although not like a street walker, it was noticeable none the less. I can remember staring at them with their makeup on and being entranced with them.

At the time of course I didn't know why and a few years later when I was a little older and thought about this I just figured I thought they were pretty and that answered that. Another thing I can remember at about the same time involved of all things, a Looney Tunes cartoon. Everyone about my age remembers them, Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, Foghorn Leghorn, and so on. One particular episode had Elmer Fudd in drag but I can't remember why. He looked just like a woman with all of the makeup, a dress, wig, heels and a womanly figure to boot. I once again found myself strangely attracted to him.

Again I just thought he looked pretty but it stuck in my mind just like my parents female friends with their makeup. There were other things too such as when I was very young I used to be able to push my penis up inside me and I liked it although it was years later until I realized why I liked it. When I hit puberty I still remembered these things and rationalized them as me just thinking they were attractive or hot if you will. By the time I was fourteen I had a girlfriend and led a normal, well adjusted life or so I thought.

When I was about eighteen all this would change when one day when no one was home I was walking through my parents bedroom to look out the front window when on the way back I noticed a tube of lipstick on her dresser. I stopped and looked at it but didn't know why. I picked it up and opened it and was staring at it thinking how pretty it looked.

Then something came over me and since no one was home I looked in the mirror and tried it on. I loved everything about it, not only how it felt and looked but also how it made me feel. I looked at myself for a few minutes before I started to feel guilty and washed it off. In the following days and weeks I was thinking about it, although I was not obsessed, it was a fairly common thought. A short time after that the opportunity presented itself again.

This time in addition to the lipstick I tried some of her blush so I had nice rosy cheeks. I lit a cigarette and started to masturbate while watching in the mirror. This really excited me and it didn't take long before I was finished. Over the next year or so I started to use different kinds of makeup and even found an old wig in the back of a closet. My look was crude because of my inexperience but to me it looked sexy. Back then this was just a sexual thing and I never thought it was anything more, or perhaps that is just what I told myself.

By the time I was in my early twenties I was starting to dress more often and feminine thoughts were running through my mind more often. Then one summer I had a life changing experience that changed me forever. You can read about it in "Summer of Love". At that point dressing and feminine thoughts were making up an increasing part of my life. By the time I reached my early thirties my view on all of this was changing.

I started to become more concerned with looking passable and natural vs sexy or hot. The two are not mutually exclusive as I have found out over the years. As I have gotten older I realized it is not about that I like the way that I look but it's the way I feel inside being brought out to what I see in the mirror. When I realized I was trans gendered (see the story titled the same), everything in my life, including my dressing and femininity made sense.

My look continues to evolve as I do but I like to dress age appropriately so I can go out and blend in as much as possible. I almost forgot to tell you of course my body is shaven and I do my nails and eyebrows. I must be doing something right with the positive comments I receive in chat rooms. I do not consider this "dressing"  since this is the way I'm supposed to look anyway? Thanks for taking a walk down memory lane with me I hope you enjoyed it.

The Devil Made Me Do It

This incident happened to me about twelve years ago with someone I met in an AOL chat room. This was before I found my niche and started to date just men. She was a cross dresser about my age that lived about 8 miles from me. In my experiences online it doesn't get much closer than this. We seemed to have a lot in common after chatting a few times. Pictures were also exchanged and it seemed like we were becoming friends even if at this point online only.

After a few months of weekly contact I realized that it was very possible we would meet in person. We were both being cautious and it seemed like we both had taken reasonable precautions leading up to a meeting. Soon after we agreed to meet on a Saturday night at his (her) apartment. He lived with his girlfriend but she would be out of town that weekend, plus she knew about his cross dressing and our date. She previously had a few lesbian experiences over the years so she understood.

In my search for as much information I could gather about her I specifically asked more  than one occasion if there were any fetishes or unusual behavior I should know about and I was told she was being fully honest with me, as was I. Being the cautious type I figured could only work in my favor and those who were impatient with me over the years were free to move along, and did.

When I arrived she was already dressed and looked pretty good, much like the pictures she provided to me previously. That put me somewhat at ease since I knew then that the pictures were indeed real so why not the other stuff? We briefly exchanged a short kiss and I was directed to the bedroom to change. I wore thigh highs with a garter and matching panties and bra with my silicone breast forms. Also, a silky slip with a blonde wig, full makeup, heels, and jewelry.

She liked the way I looked and at that point I knew that this would go beyond just dressing. I noticed that the lights were very dim in her apartment but I just chalked it up to her trying to be romantic and didn't give it a second thought. We went on her computer to the chat room where we met and since there were no web cam supports in these rooms we took some pics of us and sent them to some of the people in the room.

We were the talk of the room when we sent one of us kissing and their speculation ran wild. We smoked a joint or two and eventually retired to the living room, I assumed for some more conversation. I was sitting on a chair when she walked over to me, raised her lingerie to show me her cock. She asked me if this is want I wanted and I knew that it was as I started to rub her slowly. I couldn't wait so I took her into my mouth so I could feel her get hard in my mouth.

This is kind of a thing with me and I have always loved it. I ended up on my knees, another preference with me, and did her until I felt her cumming in my mouth. We kissed and then she lead me over to the couch when she started to lick my balls. By the time she took me in her mouth I was already hard. She had obviously done this before and she sucked me dry in about five minutes. We then sat back and had a drink, smoked another joint and just talked for a while.

She then told me that she could get hard again in about ten minutes and since she was a top and I was a bottom, asked if she could fuck me. To make a long story short I let her and she preferred doggy style. She wasn't huge and was gentle so it was a very pleasant experience which had me moaning with pleasure. When she was done she even cleaned me up which was a nice touch.

This had been a great night so far and I thought that perhaps I had found a girl friend. However, all that would change when she asked if she minded if she turned up the lights to take some more pictures. Of course I didn't mind but what I saw left me in a state of shock. If you recall I did notice the low lights but at the time couldn't appreciate why assuming it was for romantic reasons.

On the tables, speakers and shelves were small statues of the devil. You know, Beelzebub, Lucifer, Satan, they were everywhere. Of course I was shocked as would most people I would imagine. All the while she was looking at me to see what my reaction was going to be. So now the situation had changed dramatically and I had to think quickly. Although it was weird it didn't feel physically threatened in any way.

Of course I asked for an explanation once the shock and awe factor wore off. She said she was sorry but really liked me and thought if she told me that I wouldn't go through with it, she was probably correct. She assured me that there are no animal sacrifices or anything like that but just a meeting a few times a year. Even so it was not only shocking and disturbing, but perhaps the worst of all, highly deceptive.

In our chats I specifically asked about things such as this and was assured multiple times she was being honest with me. I think this is what bothered me the most but it was all so fresh that I thought I should just exit gracefully and have some time to digest what had just happened. I left shortly without incident and as far as she was concerned, though we parted on good terms.

The next day I was feeling ashamed, confused and guilty. My emotions were still running high and my overall conclusion was that although I wasn't necessarily afraid of the devil as an entity it was disturbing that someone would be into something that represented evil. Also she was highly deceptive about this and as I previously mentioned, this may have bothered me the most.

She emailed me the next day and I should have waited a few days to cool down before I replied. But I didn't and as a result my reply was a scathing rant that really put it too her. She acted surprised and thought we parted on good terms and that's exactly what I wanted in order to get out of there with the least chance of a problem. Plus, could I really believe anything she told me anymore?

Few things in life truly catch me completely off guard but this is one of them that did. I am not a religious person although I did go to Catholic grade school where the nuns instilled a sense of fear in me much more than the devil ever did. All in all it didn't seem like this was something I should continue to pursue and never had contact with her again. Perhaps next time I need to do a thorough background check.

I had never met a Satanist before and once was enough for me. Being trans it is important to me that people understand and consider my situation and I afford her the same. Not a direct comparison however since what she is was a conscious choice while mine wasn't. I guess it's the differences in people that makes the world go around. This is one of the more bizarre of my experiences but certainly not the only one, stay tuned.