April 06

This page is huge graphix wise, so you may want to hit stop and refresh a few paragraphs from now in your reading if it's still not totally loaded. Interesting day today.  Woke up to my friend Angelle picking me up to go to the Vancouver Women and Leather munch this afternoon, there was a little mix up over daylight savings, but we managed to get there in good time to socialize a bit, grab a bite to eat and kick back and chat with some new and friendly faces for a while.

I'm still feeling a bit on the down side, and my energy was ebbing a fair bit, we did take the time to browse some of the sex shops in the West End while we were down that way, and the Gay Mart, and Little Sisters book and art store.  

I was going to do photos with Angelle in the afternoon, but I was too pooped, and ended up just crashing and having a long nap, woke up with back pain, and still feeling tired.

Was supposed to go to a party in support of a trans friend that is going to undergo surgery soon, but just couldn't muster up the energy.  Unfortunate, because I would really have liked to attend.

I started to perk up after some delicious curry chicken Wolfe had made and a movie that was playing on TV called 'Normal' about a MTF trans journey coming out to her wife of 25 years, her family and work, etc, it was pretty good all in all.

I actually started to come to life in the evening, and decided to do some pics, which are the ones illustrating the journal today.  Since I have no current pics of me with my red hawk, last few shoots I've worn a wig, except for the bare foot on the bus shoot... but that focused mostly on my toeses.

I decided to get a little more explicit in this shoot than I've done in a while, and took not only 'pink' shots, but shots of me masturbating and using a big blue dildo... did I get off on it, that's for me to know! <sticking my tongue out at you!>

I'm starting to get used to my new larger size.  Mind you this little blue and black number I picked up second hand really minimizes where I tend to gain weight, so it has a slimming effect for me, covers the chunkiest bits, which depending on your perspective... may be good, bad, or neutral. <grin>

For me right now... pretty neutral, I'm neither loving, nor hating my extra poundage.

What is driving me crazy is my poor physical health right now, I'm terrible physical condition, I have to start working out.

My knees and my back have been bothering me, and I know that regardless of my weight, I need to strengthen my stabilizing muscles in my body right now to take the strain off of my joints and lower back.  What I really need to do is splurge and get a membership to a gym that's open late, because that's when I'm inclined to actually get moving.  In the meantime I should at least start doing squats and crunches... grrrrrr... so hard to self motivate.

Speaking of big beautiful bodies, one of the local BBW groups here I found out has munches, so I'm going to go to their next one on Tuesday and mingle.  I need to make more friends, have a larger social network, and who knows, maybe I can connect with some other exhibitionists who want to show the world that fat can be sexy, ultra sexy.

I like them all sizes myself...

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...

I finally finished Stephen King's book Dreamcatcher, and now I've started Clive Barker's The Damnation Game.  I absolutely love everything of his I've ever read, really really excellent writer, completely captivating.  I wasn't surprised when I just visited Amazon now to grab the link, that they've only got three left and have more on order.  I've only just started, and I'm completely into the story.  His stories always have a really magical surreal quality, I find him and Stephen King similar.

One of the nice things about taking so many photographs all the time, is I'm always experimenting with what I'm doing with them.  I like to look at something different, not the same thing over and over again, so I play with the look and feel of my photos a lot.  Which some people really enjoy, and some people... the less artsy types, feel the quality isn't so good.  Trust me, If they look a certain way, it's because I -intended- them to look that way.

Well, that's enough of my flesh plastered up all over the place. This is what I'm looking like these days, red tousled curly thick Mohawk, the eyes seem to get greener by the day (believe it or not they were blue when I was a kid) and all my curves.