Miss Veronica Mendes Says...
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Tuesday, June 18, 2024
Enchanting Elegance: A Captivating Ensemble
Her ensemble was completed with cute velvety Mary Jane heels, their luxurious texture adding an extra layer of refinement. The five-inch stiletto heels elevated her look, lending her an air of poised confidence. The modernistic dual Mary Jane straps, paired with a sleek, rounded toe, introduced a sweet, girlish charm that balanced the boldness of the stiletto height. Sheer black hosiery added a layer of allure, subtly highlighting the contours of her legs and providing a sophisticated touch to her outfit.
Together, the mini dress, velvety Mary Jane stiletto heels, and sheer black hosiery created a look that was irresistibly chic and delightfully enchanting, making her feel confident and beautiful with every step she took.
Tuesday, May 28, 2024
The Boss is Here
Friday, May 24, 2024
Ready to Conquer the Night!!!
The silky fabric of the dress slid over my skin, cool against the anticipation that buzzed in the air. I zipped it up slowly, the smooth glide mirroring the growing confidence in my reflection. The dress itself was a masterpiece that hugged my curves in all the right places. It felt like a secret whispered just for me.
Friday, May 10, 2024
The Good Hurt - Reimagined
A week has passed since my euphoric Veronica Weekend and the subtle remnants of pain from wearing stilettos all weekend act as a reminder of the experience. It reminded me of a blog post from years ago I titled "The Good Hurt."
A friend helped me rewrite it in a beautiful and poetic perspective. I hope you like the rewrite:
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In the realm of existence, I am but a fleeting apparition—a part-time Crossdresser, embodying my feminine alter ego, Veronica, for a mere fraction of my days, approximately 1%, more or less. It is a sporadic indulgence, reserved for those rare moments when the allure of feminine attire beckons irresistibly. Yet, in the ethereal expanse of thought and identity, Veronica reigns supreme, particularly when I traverse the digital landscapes of social media, where her presence is most fervently felt.
There are occasions when I cloak myself in femininity within the confines of solitude, while other, more extraordinary times call for a grand spectacle—a complete transformation, complete with intricate makeup and the company of cherished friends. Weeks, even months, may pass without so much as a whisper of satin and lace, yet the desire to don such garments remains an ever-present undercurrent, an insatiable craving that defies quantification. To assign a numerical value would be futile, for this longing ebbs and flows with the rhythm of each passing day, a tempestuous dance of desire and restraint familiar to any Crossdresser.
Immersed in the anticipation of an impending soirĂ©e, one can scarcely contain the burgeoning excitement that consumes the hours preceding such an event. Sleep, elusive and capricious, is stolen away by thoughts of makeup, attire, footwear, and accessories—all meticulously curated for the forthcoming revelry. For we, as women, do not merely adorn ourselves for personal satisfaction; rather, we adorn ourselves to command attention, to be measured and admired by our peers in the transgender community.
Each Crossdresser, a maestro of their own aesthetic symphony, orchestrates a unique tableau of feminine expression. In my case, a profound adoration for stiletto heels reigns supreme, for they embody the quintessence of femininity—a delicate balance of form and function. These slender pillars of allure, with their sinuous lines tracing the contours of calves and thighs, bestow upon the wearer a graceful poise, an effortless sway of the hips reminiscent of a siren's call. To the countless tutorials on heel-walking, I owe a debt of gratitude, for they have been my guiding stars on this transformative journey.
At last, the appointed hour arrives, heralding a crescendo of preparation and anticipation. Makeup meticulously applied, we gaze upon our reflections with an acute awareness of the subtle deceptions of mirrors, echoing Cher's timeless wisdom from "Clueless." With each step, the rhythmic cadence of our heels upon the pavement becomes a symphony of empowerment, a testament to our newfound liberation. And in those fleeting moments of camaraderie, amidst the laughter and camaraderie of kindred spirits, the specter of apprehension fades into obscurity, replaced by an overwhelming sense of belonging.
In the tapestry of my own evolution, I find solace in the nurturing embrace of cherished confidantes— (you know who you are) —whose unwavering support has served as a beacon of light in the darkness of self-doubt. No longer bound by the shackles of discomfort, I have shed the cumbersome trappings of insecurity, emerging as a butterfly from its chrysalis, both psychologically and physically transformed.
Alas, the night must inevitably yield to the dawning light of day, ushering in the return to the mundane responsibilities of husband, father, and provider. Yet, the ephemeral ecstasy of the evening lingers, sustained by two enduring pillars: the trove of captured memories awaiting digital commemoration, and the bittersweet ache that accompanies the aftermath—the "good hurt" of cramped limbs and blistered soles, a poignant reminder that beauty, in its purest form, demands sacrifice. For in the immortal words of countless muses past, "beauty is pain," and indeed, the allure of feminine footwear stands as a testament to this eternal truth. Do you not concur?
Thursday, May 9, 2024
Inspiration...not copycatting!
It hits you like a bolt of creative lightning. You see a woman on the street, a model in a magazine, and suddenly the world goes still. It's not just the outfit itself; it's the way the emerald blouse drapes over her shoulders, the nonchalant allure that an oversized floppy sun hat adds, the symphony of textures – a chunky knit layered over a flowing skirt. A whirlwind of emotions swirls inside you: wonder at the ingenuity, a thrill of inspiration, and a flicker of envy, quickly eclipsed by a burning desire to make it your own.
This isn't mere copycatting; it's a spark igniting your own fashion flame. You see yourself in that outfit, a different version, perhaps bolder, perhaps more whimsical. It's a chance to rewrite your sartorial story, and the possibilities thrum with excitement. A mental shopping list forms, a treasure hunt for pieces to translate that inspiration into reality. It's more than just acquiring clothes; it's about capturing a feeling, a newfound confidence, a way of carrying yourself that the outfit embodies. The journey from inspiration to creation becomes a delightful dance, a testament to the transformative power of fashion.
All this happened to me this past weekend.
Picture this: a figure-hugging mini dress that shows off your curves, paired with comfy running shoes for a surprising twist. The dress could be a simple black number that lets your colorful sneakers take center stage, or it could be a bold patterned dress balanced by sleek, low-top runners. It's a cool, unexpected mix of sporty and sexy, perfect for a day out that's both stylish and comfy.
The newsprint dress, a siren song of curves, clung to my every form. Yet, a rebellious spirit whispered defiance. Today, it wouldn't dance with stilettos, but with the fleet-footed freedom of running shoes. A pilgrimage to the store I embarked upon, a quest not for jewels, but for the perfect pair of athletic wings. Thus, the very dress that earlier whispered elegance, now thrummed with a pulse of the unexpected. A testament, not to the power of the garment, but to the woman who breathes life into it, transforming the simple into a symphony of contrasting styles. This dress, a chameleon of possibility, waits for my next whim, its true beauty unveiled not by its form, but by the spirit it adorns.
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
A Much overdue "Me Time"
As they traverse the threshold of their sanctuary, the familiar walls of their private cocoon, they shed the cloak of inhibition, revealing the essence of their true self. The anticipation mounts with each carefully chosen garment, each subtle adjustment to their appearance a brushstroke on the canvas of their identity.
Emerging into the daylight, they are met with a cacophony of sensations: the gentle rustle of fabric against skin, the whispers of uncertainty mingling with the pulsating rhythm of their heartbeat. Every gaze becomes a potential judgment, every passerby a jury assessing the authenticity of their expression.
Yet amidst the uncertainty, there is an undeniable thrill in the act of defiance, a rebellion against the confines of societal norms. With each glance, each admiring gaze or puzzled stare, they reclaim a piece of their autonomy, asserting their right to exist unapologetically.
The streets become their runway, the world their stage, as they navigate the delicate balance between visibility and invisibility. Each interaction, no matter how fleeting, becomes a validation of their existence, a reminder that they are more than the sum of their parts.
And as the day draws to a close, they retreat once more into the safety of their sanctuary, their spirit buoyed by the knowledge that they have dared to defy convention, even if only for a moment. For the crossdresser, stepping out into the world is not just an act of self-expression, but a triumph of courage, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity.
Tuesday, April 16, 2024
Unbuttoning the Binary: A Heterosexual Man in a Dress
For the most part, "straight guy" felt like a complete description. I like women, enjoy traditionally masculine pursuits, and I didn't question my gender identity. Then came my pre-teen years and also came the dresses. It started subtly, a borrowed pair of Mary Janes here, a pair of pantyhose there. But the feeling of wearing something typically associated with femininity sparked a joy I couldn't ignore. The emergence of the Internet helped me solidify i me that it wasn't about wanting to be a woman; it was about the freedom of expressing myself beyond the confines of masculinity.
Society often presents sexuality and gender expression as a binary choice. You're either a heterosexual man who wears jeans and watches sports, or you're something else entirely. But the reality is far more nuanced. My love for women and enjoyment of traditionally masculine things remain true. Yet, the way I express myself can be fluid. A fitted dress can make me feel confident and playful, a feeling a pair of jeans just can't replicate.
This journey of self-discovery has challenged societal expectations. Some might find it confusing: "How can you be straight if you wear dresses?" The truth is, my sexuality isn't contingent on my clothes. It's about who I'm attracted to, not what I wear. Crossdressing isn't about rejecting masculinity; it's about embracing the full spectrum of human expression. It's about defying the notion that masculinity is defined by a rigid set of rules.
Being your true self isn't about fitting neatly into a box. It's about embracing all the facets that make you unique. For me, that includes being a heterosexual man who also loves to wear a dress. It's about shattering the binary and claiming the freedom to express myself authentically, in jeans or a flowing skirt, without compromising who I am at my core.
Tuesday, January 23, 2024
Reciprocation
I want to extend a heartfelt apology to all the incredible individuals who have been actively engaging with my social media posts. Your unwavering support and loyalty haven't gone unnoticed, and I'm truly grateful for every like, comment, and share. However, I've come to realize that I haven't been reciprocating the attention and interaction you deserve. I try to like or love every comment, but I know that is just not the same as writing a few words in response to you.
Life's demands and unforeseen challenges sometimes lead me to inadvertently neglect this vital aspect of our online connection. I understand the importance of acknowledging your contributions and fostering a sense of community. I value each one of you, and I'm genuinely sorry for not being as responsive as I should be.
Moving forward, I'm committed to making a positive change. I recognize the significance of our digital community and the relationships we've built. I want to assure you that I will strive to be more present, responsive, and appreciative of the support you consistently extend. Your involvement adds immense value to the content I share, and I want to ensure that our interactions remain meaningful.
Thank you for your understanding and patience. Your dedication means everything to me, and I'm eager to enhance our online connection by being more actively engaged. Here's to fostering a stronger and more interactive community together.
Wednesday, August 30, 2023
The Ecstasy of Escapism
Crossdressing, a captivating journey into self-expression, offers an exhilarating and ecstatic escape from the confines of conventional identity. Stepping into a different gender's attire, one dives into a realm of newfound understanding and empowerment. The rustle of fabric against the skin becomes a symphony of liberation, a celebration of authenticity. In the act of crossdressing, there's an electric thrill that surges through the soul. It's a dance with duality, a fusion of the familiar and the unexplored. The mirror becomes a portal to another facet of oneself, a secret garden of exploration. Adorned in garments traditionally outside one's gender, confidence blossoms like a wildflower, untouched by societal norms. The exhilaration lies in the unveiling of hidden layers, a revelation that boundaries are self-imposed. Crossdressing is a declaration of ownership over one's body and its adornments, a proclamation that identity can't be contained within lines drawn by others. In those moments, adrenaline courses through veins, heartbeats quicken, and a radiant smile blooms. The thrill of crossing the threshold of societal expectations opens the door to a world where the only limitations are the edges of imagination. Crossdressing, like a daring leap into the unknown, beckons with the promise of self-discovery, freedom, and an intoxicating exhilaration that defies definition.
Wednesday, May 24, 2023
The Red Pill vs Blue Pill Dilemma
The Red Pill vs Blue Pill Dilemma
Tuesday, January 24, 2023
Making up for Lost Time
In my more mature years, I've been building the courage to express Veronica in more ways than ever before. I wonder how many of us have that sentiment of "why didn't I start sooner?" Now I am slowly yet surely expressing more bold choices. Why? Well maybe because they are things Veronica didn't get to do since Veronica did not have her younger years in which to express them. I truly enjoy the comments of praise and encouragement I get on my posts. I mean, what gal doesn't like to be compimented on her looks. It validates the effort she takes to present herself.
To some, I may seem I'm a glutton for attention, but it's not just that. LOL. They give me strength and confidence in embracing Veronica as an extension of who I am and not just a hobby or figment of my imagination. Your compliments further my own personal growth and development so I can cherish the joy of being Veronica while I still have the time, or the desire. Veronica's time will come to an end...eventually. I hope it comes later rather than sooner, but only fate will tell.
The photo below represents a FIRST for me. I wanted to channel Vivian Ward (a.k.a. Pretty Woman), sans the tie. I think I came pretty close. I posted it to my OnlyFans page first since I promised my fans first look at all my new stuff...for at least two weeks. But...since I only have like 3 active fans, it seemed ok to let y'all see it here. I have never, nor will I ever, post nude pornography, but as I said, my stronger self-esteem gives me the desire to at least post a strong tease. This is one such example.
I will admit, I've never felt so vulnerable, even if I was in an empty house with a bluetooth shutter release for my camera. But at the same time, seeing the end result is so empowering and makes me so eager to know what you all will think about it. You may be coming here from a link at Facebook, so I hope you'll return to the post to express your thoughts.
Have a blessed day.
xoxox
-Vero
Thursday, March 10, 2022
Like it or not, this is MY journey
I posted this rant to social media a while back and thought it would make a good entry to my blog.
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I wonder how many will read this entire post...
Dictionary.com defines a crossdresser as "a non-transgender person who dresses in clothing typically worn by members of a different sex."
Merriam-Webster defines crossdressing as "The wearing of clothes designed for the opposite sex."
Cambridge Dictionary defines a crossdresser as "a person who sometimes wears clothes usually associated with the opposite sex, as a form of self-expression; usually a heterosexual ( not gay) man who sometimes wears women's clothes, make-up, jewelry, etc."
I am a heterosexual male who is married to an amazing woman who knows and accepts my feminine side. I have been crossdressing since I was probably 5 years old or even earlier and I am less than a year from being a half-century old as of the date of this writing. It has taken me much anguish, research and self-discovery to understand, accept and most importantly, embrace who and what I am.
I have come to also learn that no two crossdressers are alike in their ideals of being a crossdresser. I did it early on as a fetish for nylons and pantyhose and later heels; that later, thanks to the Internet, evolved into my own form of self-expression and took on a persona I named Toni Richards. In 2013, Toni had grown as much as she could and came out of her cocoon as Veronica Mendes.
I crossdress now because it makes me feel good. It helps me relax and relieve life's stresses. I go full transformation with full makeup maybe a handful of times per year to enjoy a night out with friends or to snap some nice photos for my online presence. I dress much more often without bothering with the full makeup and that is also OK with me. In reality, I rather dislike the hour-long process of applying makeup to hide the man in favor of the woman who is Veronica. I actually much more enjoy the final product of seeing myself as a pretty woman in the mirror and in photos. If I could snap my fingers and just appear all made up I'd be in heaven. That's why I always tell my friends that my ideal super power would be shape-shifting...LOL.
That same dislike and lack of patience in doing full makeup also sees me often just do a light foundation, lips and maybe some eye makeup, because the wonders of technology have given us the ability to digitally clean up our photos.
Yes, I am admitting to digitally enhancing some of my photos to varying extents. I know what some of you are thinking right about now, so save it. Your criticisms won't change will only bea waste of time. Don't profess to deny that all celebrities have their pictures digitally enhanced for print publications. I am a man with manly features and blemishes and those are extremely difficult to hide with less than professional makeup skills, so to make me feel even better, the technological world of software development has given us a plethora of choices. If there was not a huge demand for such actions, why then are there countless applications for computers and mobile apps for such tasks? The millenials call them filters.
I don't always have the time or inclination to do full makeup when I wish to flaunt a new outfit and take pics, so what is wrong with me taking a picture of myself all made up from a past photo shoot and overlaying it on top of my own picture? That is not deceiving. I am not professing to be what I am not, it's my own face on my own photo. If I do have a deceiving photo, I am always upfront about it by hash-tagging it (another millennial term) with my #VirtualVeronica tag. I do these photos, like many others also do, to satisfy my own "what if..." feelings. It's my own digital fantasy. What's wrong with that? Again, it makes me feel good and gives me inspiration and goals to aspire towards.
In my digital travels through cyberspace, I have been witness, and also victim, to many "trans" women who dismiss my efforts and demand that I just be "the real me" in my pics. Well, let's see about that for a minute, shall we? Be the "real me," you say? Well, "the real me" is a 49-year old, slightly overweight Latino, heterosexual male with a wife, two children, one with special needs, a full time job, a second job helping the wife with her home-based business and all the related stresses of everyday life. Please believe and, try to understand, that I crossdress, and even help out my image, digitally when needed, so that I can be far far away from "the real me." I wish to be someone else other than "the real me." That is why I crossdress the way I do.
Every crossdresser, transvestite, transgender, gender-fluid, and countless other social labels has their own unique journey and nobody has the right to dismiss, breakdown, insult, criticize or demand they do it differently just because their journey does not align with their own ideals. That's just shallow, sanctimonious and hypocritical. You may not agree with somebody's form of expression, but we are all unique individuals and have a right to our own self-expression.
My final point on this rant is for a few others out there, you know who you are. I am a crossdresser. Being a crossdresser does not make me a pervert and I am not a crossdresser because I want to be performative. A pervert is not a pervert because he is a crossdresser. It is incredibly hypocritical of some to make blanket statement like "all CDs are just sex-crazed perverts" or similar remarks. Please have some tact and be mindful of your words.
Thank you all for letting me vent. I'll stop now. My bitchiness has subsided thanks to writing all this down. Have a blessed day. Much love...Vero.
Monday, May 17, 2021
A Perpetual Puzzle
Have you ever built a jigsaw puzzle? What was the biggest one you did? You look at those hundreds, or thousands, of tiny little odd-shaped pieces. Then you put them together in just the right order and take a step back to reveal "the big picture".
I'm approaching an age milestone of 50 in a couple of months and I feel compelled to look back at the pieces of the puzzle of my life and determine if I like my "big picture".
Am I happy with the current end result? Could I have done it better? What's missing?
If my wisdom and experiences have taught me anything, it's that time travel doesn't exist and getting caught up in would-have, could-have and should-have scenarios will yield me absolute nothing but regret.
The pieces that make our lives are all different. Every decision we make created another piece of the puzzle. Some are smoothe, some are not so smoothe and others are downright jagged. Yet they all fit together somehow. We are the product of our puzzle pieces, both the good and the bad. They are what make us the unique individuals we are.
I thought about sharing some of my puzzle pieces with the digital world as a form of my memoirs. I hope you like it and will come back to read about my next pieces as I write about them.
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The seed from which Veronica sprouted from was planted by none other than my mother when i was as young as two years old. She made it known that she really wanted a daughter, but she got me instead.
That didn't stop her from growing out my hair, as was common in the 70's, and even dressing me in clothing meant for girls as a toddler because she thought I looked so cute. Later, she put me in thick opaque tights under my pants so "I would not be cold" well into my first years in school. I didn't think anything of it. After all, I was only five years old and she was my loving mom who would not do anything to hurt me, her son.
After kindergarten, the tights and long hair were gone, but the seed had been planted. Of course I could not have known it then. All I knew is that I was inexplicably drawn to my mom's strappy flat sandals and Mary Jane flats. I just could not stop thinking about how they would look and feel on my feet. I knew they were meant for girls but I didn't care. I just knew I had to try them on when she was not watching.
I cannot fully describe the rush of feelings going thru my 7-year old mind when I put on the sandals that were several sizes too big. The feeling of the little leather straps that tightened on the skin of my feet as I pushed off to take a step then the relaxing of the straps as I planted was like nothing I could imagine.
Then I'd hear my mom finishing up whatever she was doing so I'd quickly, but carefully place her shoes back in the closet and sneak back to my room.
These are my earliest memories of my journey as a crossdresser.
To be continued...
Saturday, November 14, 2020
This global pandemic...
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Thursday, November 5, 2020
I Am a Crossdresser...Hear Me Roar!!!
I am a crossdresser. How many of you think you know what that means?
Dictionary.com defines a crossdresser as "a non-transgender person who dresses in clothing typically worn by members of a different sex."
Merriam-Webster defines crossdressing as "The wearing of clothes designed for the opposite sex."
Cambridge Dictionary defines a crossdresser as "a person who sometimes wears clothes usually associated with the opposite sex, as a form of self-expression; usually a heterosexual (= not gay) man who sometimes wears women's clothes, make-up, jewelry, etc."
I am a heterosexual male who is married to an amazing woman who knows and accepts my feminine side. I have been crossdressing since I was probably 5 years old or even earlier and I am less than a year from being a half-century old as of the date of this writing. It has taken me much anguish, research and self-discovery to understand, accept and most importantly, embrace who and what I am.
I have come to also learn that no two crossdressers are alike in their ideals of being a crossdresser. I did it early on as a fetish for nylons and pantyhose and later heels; that later, thanks to the Internet, evolved into my own form of self-expression and took on a persona I named Toni Richards. In 2013, Toni had grown as much as she could and came out of her cocoon as Veronica Mendes.
I crossdress now because it makes me feel good. It helps me relax and relieve life's stresses. I go full transformation with full makeup maybe a handful of times per year to enjoy a night out with friends or to snap some nice photos for my online presence. I dress much more often without bothering with the full makeup and that is also OK with me. In reality, I rather dislike the hour-long process of applying makeup to hide the man in favor of the woman who is Veronica. I actually much more enjoy the final product of seeing myself as a pretty woman in the mirror and in photos. If I could snap my fingers and just appear all made up I'd be in heaven. That's why I always tell my friends that my ideal super power would be shape-shifting...LOL.
That same dislike and lack of patience in doing full makeup also sees me often just do a light foundation, lips and maybe some eye makeup, because the wonders of technology have given us the ability to digitally clean up our photos.
Yes, I am admitting to digitally enhancing some of my photos to varying extents. I know what some of you are thinking right about now so save it and don't waste your time judging me. Don't profess to deny that all celebrities have their pictures digitally enhanced for print publications. I am a man with manly features and blemishes and those are extremely difficult to hide with less than professional makeup skills, so to make me feel even better, the technological world of software development has given us a plethora of choices. If there was not a huge demand for such actions, why then are there countless applications for computers and mobile apps for such tasks? The millenials call them filters.
I don't always have the time or inclination to do full makeup when I wish to flaunt a new outfit and take pics, so what is wrong with me taking a picture of my face with good makeup from a past photo shoot and overlaying it on top of my own picture? That is not deceiving...it's me either way. I am not professing to be what I am not, it's my own face on my own photo. If I do have a deceiving photo, I am always upfront about it by hash-tagging it (another millennial term) with my #VirtualVeronica tag. I do these photos, like many others also do, to satisfy my own "what if..." feelings. It's my own digital fantasy. Again, what's wrong with that? It makes me feel good and gives me inspiration and goals to aspire towards.
In my digital travels through cyberspace, I have been witness, and also victim, to many "trans" women who dismiss my efforts and demand that I just be "the real me" in my pics. Well, let's see about that for a minute, shall we? Be the "real me," you say? Well, "the real me" is a 49-year old, slightly overweight Latino, heterosexual male with a wife, two children, one with special needs, a full time job, a second job helping the wife with her home-based business and all the related stresses of everyday life. Please believe and, try to understand, that I crossdress, and even help out my image, digitally when needed, so that I can be far far away from "the real me." I wish to be someone else other than "the real me." That is why I crossdress the way I do. It is my unique journey and my form of artistic expression and no one has the right to judge me or demand I do things in their vision or ideal.
Every crossdresser, transvestite, transgender, gender-fluid, and countless other social labels has their own unique journey and nobody has the right to dismiss, breakdown, insult, criticize or demand they do it differently just because their journey does not align with their own ideals. That's just shallow, sanctimonious and hypocritical. You may not agree with somebody's form of expression, but we are all unique individuals and have a right to our own self-expression.
My final point on this rant is for a few others out there, you know who you are. I am a crossdresser. Being a crossdresser does not make me a pervert and I am not a crossdresser because I want to be performative. A pervert is not a pervert because he is a crossdresser. It is incredibly hypocritical of some to make blanket statement like "all CDs are just sex-crazed perverts" or similar remarks. Please have some tact and be mindful of your words.
Thank you all for letting me vent. I'll stop now. My bitchiness has subsided thanks to writing all this down. Have a blessed day. Much love...Vero.
Wednesday, November 4, 2020
The Ride-Up
The Ride-Up.
There is something so exhilarating about a modest hemline. One of my favorite feelings about dressing up in a sexy dress or skirt is what I call the "Ride-Up". It's when you have a modest-length dress or skirt that rides way up when you sit and shows off a ton of leg. It feels so sexy and lets me show off one of my top assets nicely. Your thoughts are appreciated in the comments. Have a wonderful Friday my friends.
Wednesday, May 1, 2019
The Funk: To Dress...Or Not To Dress
What brings you out of your funks? I think I found one of those ways today. While walking through a shopping center waiting for my oil change, I came across a Payless shoe store that is closing. I walked into the
Wednesday, January 23, 2019
Stop it already...
Monday, June 18, 2018
The Rite of Ascension
I realize that my sense of style and presentation has evolved over the years. What started as a secret, and deeply hidden, nylon and shoe fetish has manifested itself as what you see in the person of Veronica Mendes. How did it happen? Like many of my fellow t-sisters, I have had my share of idols to which I have looked up to for inspiration, education, knowledge, courage and inner strength.
To name just a few (and I hope they do not take any offense to my naming them as my mentors):
- Tiffany Michelle Lloyd with her website Tiffany's Tower. (How I miss the Tower)
- The late and great Vicky Renee and her Prettiest of the Pretty (We miss you Vicky.)
- Dahlia Taylor
- Nina Allison
- Kelly Perry
And...My current besties who have all contributed in certain and unique ways to my evolution.
- Natasha Romanoff
- Gina Jett
- Jennifer Kelly
- Bella Amri
- Stephanie Anne Jefferies
- Sierra Romeo
- And a special shout out to one who has inspired me (an many others) inside as much as on the outside and whom inspired me to write this blog entry...Miss Amanda Edwards
What makes each person who influences us unique? What is it that drives us to look up to them...to learn from them...to imitate them? Is it their fashion style, their incredible smile, their outlook on life as a t-girl, or a signature pose? Many of us girls would like to claim we have a signature pose (or maybe more than one.) It is a pose that, whenever you see it somewhere, you immediately think of that person. Miss Stephanie Anne Jefferies has a huge movement in full swing with her famed "Heel Tip Grip" pose and she has graciously named me a royal ambassador of the realm. How honoring that is. I have a couple of signature, go-to poses such as my "up on the counter" and my "heel on the wall" poses, but I'll write about that later.
When I took this photo (below on the left,) it didn't take me but a second to see how I had to give the honor of this pose to the beautiful, classy, and sensational Amanda Edwards, in what I perceive to be one of her signature poses, because it makes me think of her photos whenever I see it. I have always loved cross-leg photos and have especially loved the slanted cross-leg pics, which Miss Amanda has perfected. When I saw my photo I revisited her page for more inspiration, both from her photos and more so from her words. She is an amazing writer and writes about her experiences from the heart. Anyone reading this would be missing out if they didn't give her a visit. Thank you Amanda for your inspiration and I truly hope to cross paths with you sometime.
Thank you to all who have helped shape who I am and will continue to shape my future. Luv you all.
Tuesday, June 5, 2018
The Good Hurt
This said, one can probably imagine how much anticipation builds up when a girls night out is planned and approaches. Follow that with the nervous excitement that steals your beauty sleep the night before as you think about your makeup, your outfit, your shoes and your accessories that all must be perfect for the night out. After all, we girls are not just dressing for ourselves, we're dressing to get noticed and perhaps even get measured by our t-girl peers.
Every CD has different likes and dislikes regarding how they dress up and present their femme selves. I have a love of stiletto heels and thus I must wear stilettos as much as possible. To me, stilettos represent a quintessential feminine presentation. They create beautiful lines on the calves and thighs. They force a lovely feminine posture and make you sway your hips naturally. I thank the many YouTube videos on how to walk in heels for my improvement over the years.
The day arrives, finally, and it's time to get dolled up and party. We check our makeup to ensure it's perfect. We take lots of photos to see ourselves as others see us because a mirror might deceive our senses. (Thanks Cher, from Clueless.) We love the euphoric rush as we walk down the sidewalk to the venue and revel at the clicking of our heels on the pavement. We nearly lose it when a breeze rushes up our skirts and caresses our legs. We spend our time enjoying the company of friends and making new friends as we walk the venue to see and get seen by others. The fear we once had of being clocked has long since faded as we realize that we are among friends with similar likes and we no longer worry about being clocked. We feel wonderful being in an accepting environment.
Personally, I've been growing out of my personal fear and low self-esteem thanks to my great friends Natasha, Jennifer and Bella being like my big sisters in my public experiences in the last couple of years. Heck, I don't even bother with those incredibly uncomfortable waist-cinchers anymore. Being in the company of such great friends has helped me to embrace myself both psychologically as well as physically.
Sadly, the night must end and it's time to return to the 99% of my regular life as a husband, father and worker. However, the euphoria of the night lingers long after and is further extended by two things. First, the mountain of photos and selfies we take to sort through and post on social media and second "the good hurt." That is, the two to three days of awkward walking and the pain associated with cramped legs as a result of a 240-lb man wearing sexy 5-inch spike-heeled stilettos for 5+ hours that just had to be part of the ensemble for the night. After all, it has been said that beauty hurts and that shoes represent the largest part of many female wardrobes. Who agrees?