The good news is that after 19 months of unemployment I finally got a job. Just in time for Christmas, too. It's a research lab doing some very interesting work and my co-workers seem to be a great bunch of people. The pay is even almost the same as the last good job I had. Another plus is that bluejeans are the shop uniform. Not as good as dressing up but a lot better than many places I've worked.

The bad news is that I have had to give up my mornings reading the stories here at BC. Oh well, only 4 more years until I retire and can take up my reading habit again.

Ricky

'Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the house... Wait a minute, I think someone has already used that line. Darn, why can't I think of things like that first? But anyway, it really was the night before Christmas and the only difference between me and a little kid was about 45 years.

My wife and I saw the Arrogant Worms last night, a very funny group from Canada. One of the songs, My Boy is a scream for us crossdressers. Fortunately, they have it on line so you can hear it too.

My Boy

By the way, their Christmas CD is the perfect present for those of us with a very warped sense of humor. Enjoy!

My wife and I have been together for 13 years now, she is very supportive and even manages not to laugh at me - something amazing considering how a 6'1" bearded pseudo-woman must look to an outsider. Oddly enough, she has seen me dressed innumerable times but this morning was the first time she has seen me getting dressed. Since I wake up far faster than she does, I am always completely dressed before she gets out of the shower.

Despite living in the city, I spent Saturday helping a neighbor cut down several dead trees. This was after two days of indulging myself in front of the computer comfortably dressed in a skirt and blouse. Each time I fired up the chain saw this tune ran through my head:

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK...

You know the rest!

Others have commented about the recent trend of transgenderizing comic heroes, but one very obvious candidate has been overlooked. I just introduced my five year old grandson to the Amazing Captain Underpants. The Captain was received with vociferous giggles and typical five year old scatological references.

However,the Captain's tighty-whities struck a wrong note in my crossdressing soul. Anybody want to take up the challenge of a female version of Captain Underpants? With panties and a training bra the female Captain would have twice the Wedgie Power of the male version!

if I wrote a story with this plot. My ex-wife and her husband are spending a few days staying with my wife and me. Last night we had a house concert in our living room (we are avid folk music fans and producers) and were talking with the artist at dinner. He was telling how he almost married a woman, but she called it off at the last minute when she realized she was a lesbian. Now she and her spouse are good friends with the musician and his wife.

When the heck did reality veer off into cliche filled fiction?

I've been listening to old shows from CBC radio's science program, Quirks and Quarks. One of the topics was a very interesting discussion of the many variants between the usual male and female body types and why they are not so accurate. Here's a link to the Between XX and XY segment.

This is rather confused, but that's because I'm thoroughly confused and trying to understand what's going on.

It all started in the seventies. It may not be completely fair, but I blame Richard M. Nixon for it. Well why not? We blamed him for everything else, so why not for my crossdressing?