Productive Month

April has got to be the most productive month in recent memory.  The month is barely half way over, and this is already my 5th post.  Not that too many people are reading them anyway.  When I wrote about my “outdoor adventure” with my friend Randy earlier this week, I didn’t mention two curious observations.  But here they are:

  • Both Randy and I noticed that when other women walked past me, they often stared at my shoes. Initially I thought may be it was because that’s just what women do, checking out other women’s shoes. Then I remember that this rarely happens to me.  In fact, it has never happened to me before Monday. Then I suggested to Randy that perhaps it was because they read me when they see the shape of my legs. Nonsense, he said, they can’t possibly read you, especially from this distance and this light. Wishful thinking perhaps, but not improbable. Then we pondered the idea that it was because my the soles of my shoes are leather, and when I walked, they made a very distinct sound that only expensive shoes make, so perhaps the women are curious about what shoes I was wearing. We left the discussion at that.
  • The second observation was one that Randy made: I never let anyone open doors for me. He kept trying, but I kept stepping in front of him to open the door myself. I realize that he was absolutely right on with that observation. Men—complete strangers—are always trying to open doors for me, and I never let them. In some ways, I am thrilled knowing that men want to treat me like a delicate woman that deserves to be pampered. On the other hand, I am not a delicate woman that needs to be pampered. I can take care of myself, and I’ll naturally do just that.

I’m eager to hear about other people’s experience with opening doors for women.  Let me know your thoughts! Lastly, here’s another picture from Monday. My legs don’t look too masculine, do they?

Kate Young Wearing Kate Young

A reader of my blog pointed out to me a few days ago that the famous fashion designer Kate Young has designed a line of dresses for Target. That fact was quite amusing since we have the same name…The “look book” on Target’s website have some really nice “Kate Young for Target” dresses that can be suitable for a lot of women. Target stores have just started to open in Canada last month, after the company bought all the assets of Zeller’s from the Hudson’s Bay Company. But until yesterday I haven’t had any opportunity to check out their stores, despite that fact that one is directly en route from my home to my office.

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A considerably more famous Kate Young

Anyway, I stopped by the store yesterday while going home, and I picked out a new dress. I was supposed to have done all the purchasing planned until well into the summer, so I had no intention of buying anything for another few months. But when I walked into the store, the idea of wearing a dress that has my name on it (alright, the other Kate Young’s name) is just too irresistible. So even though at $50 CAD, it was a bit pricey, I decided to buy it and wear it immediately. I went out in the evening with my friend Randy, and he took this nice picture for me in my new dress with my trusted Canon DSLR:

I had previously agreed that he was going to help me take some pictures, but we never worked it out until yesterday. He was at first not very comfortable with my DSLR camera, but he proved to be a quick learner, especially after I changed some settings to make it easier for him. At one point, I changed the camera to “high-speed continuous shooting” mode, and even told him that it’ll freak him out…and it still did.  (I didn’t tell him what I did to the camera.)  This is my favourite picture from yesterday, taken at Toronto Eaton Centre:

All and all, we had a great time.  We walked for almost 3 hours, and took pictures all over downtown Toronto, before grabbing a take-out dinner at the Loblaw’s at the Maple Leaf Gardens.  Some of those pictures are already on my Facebook page, but I’ll be posting the high-resolution ones on my website shortly. and I have posted them on my own web gallery.

Anyway, until (at least) this summer, I have to remember: No more buying new clothes!

Tan Line

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Outside a government building on Wellesley & Bay. My tan line is hard to miss.

I have quite a tan line these days.  Mostly it has to do with the fact that in the last few months, regardless of whether I was going out as a guy or a girl, I had been wearing t-shirts with sleeves that are roughly the same length.  To make the matter worse, I was on a 6-day charity bike ride from Toronto to Montreal, which meant that I was under the scorching sun even more than usual.  So, after all that, I have this farmer tan that just won’t go away.  See for example, the picture that my friend Samantha took for me outside the university campus.  Now if I can just find a way to get rid of it, because it’s really bothering me…

I don’t think it would be much of a stretch to say that my wanting to get rid of it has a little bit to do with vanity.  When Samantha and I decided to get together for lunch, we wanted to also go somewhere to take pictures of each other, and since we haven’t done it at the University of Toronto campus before, we both thought it would be a good idea.   In my case, I had even wanted to change into something dressier in the afternoon (may be the two formal dresses that I picked up last year just before my trip to Montreal), and take some really artistic pictures.  But that would never work well if I had to deal with the tan line.  At the end, I just wore a purple printed top that I bought at least 5 years ago.  Funny how something that I have worn so many times before never made it in any pictures.

Getting Out So Often!

One of the favourite pictures from that afternoon.

I have recently switched to working part time, which has given me more time to go out than ever.  Last month, I went with Samantha downtown, and we managed to take some beautiful pictures at Allen Garden.  After going out for lunch with Samantha, I had two very long days out with another friend, where he took some incredible pictures for me.  One of the pictures from our first outing you saw in my last post; the rest from that day are at my personal Gallery.  By the way, I have been referring to this friend as “he”, which has led some people into believing that I somehow have a “boyfriend” stashed somewhere.  Just to clarify, this friend is actually a closet crossdresser; I refer to this friend as a “she” when she’s dressed as a woman, and as a “he” when he’s dressed as a man.  In these cases, he took time off work (I think his work schedule is as flexible as mine) in the afternoon and didn’t change into his preferred attire.  We often talk about her coming out in public as a woman, but she’s still trying muster courage to do just that.  May be that’s why she wants to hang out with me.

In any case, a few days after my Richmond Green outing, I took another day off work.  This time I wanted to walk around parts of downtown…I casually mentioned this to my friend, and he volunteered to come along to help me take pictures.  I thought it was a good idea too (my worries had been that it may be too hot, like last time).  He was meant to tag along, but he more or less dragged me around.  Seeing that this is now somewhat of a photo shoot, I decided to forego my usual casual look in favour of something…sexier.  I clearly didn’t think things through when I put on my sheerest blouse and my black bra for “that naughty secretary look”.  He picked me up from my condo in his black Town Car, and it looked almost like he was my limo driver.  I’m not even sure why he even owns a car like that: he is about 25 years younger the average owners.  Anyway, we took pictures in the Distillery District, then headed east to Cherry Beach area, then towards Ashbridges Bay.  One of the things I did that I have never done before, was to take off my blouse in broad day light, out in the open.  Well, not in Distillery District—that would have attracted too much attention, with all the tourists around, but in more secluded areas at the other two spots.  Eventually, I even took my bra off.  Mind you, I am not taking hormones, and I don’t have any implants, so my friend and I (or any passersby, although there weren’t any) would clearly see that the two large lumps attached to my chest are silicone breastforms.  But after some work with Photoshop, it’s not so easy to tell!  All the pictures from that afternoon are here.  I am topless in some of the pictures, so be warned.  You can see for yourself if Photoshop did its job.