Her Majesty!
Royal
Photographer to the Queen
S o many of the emails and letters we get from wives/partners and their transgendered partners are filled with pain, fear and anger. I'm not downplaying this at all, for I am well aware of how hard dealing with the issues in a TG relationship can be. However, I have observed that in a good many of these relationships, the partners have lost their senses of humor. Generally, things just have become so bad, with all kind of issues, TG and others, that they can't find a reason to laugh anymore. How very sad.
One of the joys of life is to be able to laugh. A good joke, an amusing cartoon, or simply being with someone who enjoys life can make one laugh uninhibitedly. Can you remember how wonderful you feel after a good laugh?
My partner, Vanessa, has a dreadfully corny sense of humor. Some of it I understand, and some of it I wish I didn't understand! In any event, I like to say that Vanessa has brought laughter back into my life. Prior to marriage to her, I lived in a make-up world of ignoring painful issues, and I rarely saw the fun in life. So sad....but this loss of joy and fun is something I often see in women and couples today.
Vanessa is an incorrigible flirt and vamp. She is virtually never shy or virtuous; she never, ever is boring. Even if I ignore her jokes, which are many, and which are inevitably corny, just being with her makes me laugh. She brings joy to my life.
Recently, after a VERY LONG HIATUS FROM CROSSDRESSING (due to a move, new job, long hours and subsequent invasion of children and in-laws for a full month,) Vanessa returned in rare form. I rather think she literally burst from that self-imposed closet. Not that she wasn't preparing when she couldn't dress; indeed, for the last month or so, we have bought a variety of goodies, which she has drooled over in anticipation. So, when she came roaring out, she wanted to try EVERYTHING, all at once. First things first, we went out and bought a digital camera. Seems she had recently stumbled onto the Pink Chat Room and had seen a variety of sexy photos of CDs and she felt that she was probably far sexier and better looking than any of them, but she had no way to prove it. Thus, after a 2 hour stint at Best Buy, we are now proud owners of a Sony digital. Not one to ever be patient, she came rushing home, dashed into the bathroom and emerged in full form 2 hours later.
It has fallen on my inexperienced hands to be the official court photographer, and I was immediately pressed into action. Of course, taking photos was NOT the action I had in mind - I mean, the girl had been absent for nearly 4 months and I had missed her - I had visions of a romantic evening with my gal; instead, I got 500 ways to pose and be sexy. Once taken, we had to view the photos, then select the best ones, moan over the bombs, and then, (she couldn't even wait 'til morning,) we had to post them on the chat room. Oh, yeah, and send them to assorted long, lost friends back in Oklahoma. So much for the romance.
The next day, Saturday, we decided that it would be our first venture out in the wilds of Northern Minnesota. Having discovered that there was a nice gay/lesbian bar just across the bay, we spent the afternoon preparing for our outing. Well, first, though, we had to take more sexy photos. That accomplished, we ventured off. Ever protective, I was a bit leery about this venture, but we found the pub to be clean, alive and very, very friendly. Vanessa was immediately encompassed into the bosoms of 4 very nice Lesbians (she later bragged in private that her bosom far exceeded the size of theirs, but then again, I never said Vanessa wasn't a bitch.) She played pool for several hours, interspersed with a few glasses of wine and good conversation, and eventually, it was late and I wanted to go home. We headed home, once again, with me in anticipation and hopes for a romantic interlude. Well, needless to say, she had to have more photos taken, more chat on the chat room, more posting of sexy photos, and when, in fact, a romantic interlude did come about, it was brief, because the poor girl was so tired.
Sunday, we tried it again - she spent most of the afternoon dolling up and she did look damned good, if I say so myself. In fact, she followed some suggestions I had made about her make-up and they really looked terrific. More photos taken, more changes of outfits (she has more outfits than I've had, all together, in the last 10 years!) Finally, it seemed as though she'd had enough of the picture taking, and once again, my hopes for romance were up and running. Unfortunately, her mind was not on romance, but rather, the creation of a page for our website, which would be called Vanessa's Photo Album. Once she had all her photos up and noted, she then had to write to all her girlfriends and tell them about it. Oh, and all of the folks on our pages who have links, too.
Well, I think you have a picture of all that I have to suffer through. I don't want you to think I'm angry or hurt; far from it. Rather, I take a great deal of joy in seeing her enjoy herself. We had a great deal of fun taking those photos, and we have laughed over some of them. Throughout our photo sessions, she has flirted dreadfully, which of course makes me even more eager....but I've learned to be patient. The intimacy of sharing in a fun activity such as this is well worth the wait for romantic intimacy. The laughter and fun actually makes us closer, as a couple, and the feeling of belonging and sharing is a potent aphrodisiac.
Well, I could go on, but guess what?? Yes, the battery on that digital camera is going to have some heavy use tonight. It will need recharging, I'm sure. But guess what? I did finally get my romantic interludes, so I won't need recharging!! Now, to fix her hair... somehow, it sort of got mussed up!