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Gender: Male
Status: Single
Age: 32
Sign: Taurus

City: San Francisco
State: California
Country: US
Signup Date: 4/26/2005

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Friday, December 11, 2009 

Current mood:  hungry
my BOY SIDE
[x] i wear hoodies
[x] i  wear jeans
[ ] dogs are better then cats
[ ] it's hilarious when people get hurt physicaly
[ ] i've played with/against boys on a team
[ ] shopping is torture
[ ] sad movies suck
[ ] i own an XBOX
[ ] i own a Wii
[x] i played with Hot Wheels as a little kid
[ ] at some point in life i wanted to be a firefighter
[ ] i own a DS, PS2 or Sega
[ ] i used to be obsessed with Power Rangers
[x] i watch/watched early morning cartoons
[ ] i watch sports on TV
[ ] i go to my dad for advice
[ ] i have played sport at a state level
[ ] i used to/do collect football collector cards
[x] i have worn baggy sweatpants
[ ] it's kind of weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people
[x] green, black, red, blue, or silver is one of my favorite colors
[ ] i love to go crazy and not care what other people think
[ ] sports are fun
[ ] i talk with food in your mouth
[x] i sleep at night with your socks on
[x] i have fished at least once
TOTAL=8

my GIRL SIDE
[x] i love to shop
[x] i wear eyeliner
[x] i wear the color pink
[ ] i go to your mom for advice
[ ] i consider cheerleading a sport .
[ ] i hate wearing the color black
[x] i like going to town
[ ] i like getting manicures and/or pedicures
[x] i like wearing jewelery
[x] i cried watching The Notebook (or any sad movie)
[x] skirts are a big part of my wardrobe
[x] shopping is one of my favorite hobbies
[ ] i don't like the movie Star Wars
[ ] i am/was in gymnastics
[x] it takes me more than a half an hour to shower
[x] i smile a lot more than you should
[x] i have more than 10 pairs of shoes
[x] sometimes i care about what i look like
[x] i like wearing dresses
[ ] i like wearing body spray
[x] i wear high heel shoes
[ ] i used to play with dolls as a kid
[x] i have put makeup on others
[x] i like being the star of almost everything
[x] i love shoe shopping
[x] pink is one of i favorite colors
TOTAL= 18

hmm... i wonder what that says about me?


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Tuesday, August 04, 2009 

Current mood:  mellow
is there a correlation between how much our trans-self is let out and the maturity level of our said alter ego (or primary one, if you're so inclined)?  if we don't let them out to play, grow, and develop, do they just stay that hedonistic teenager with high libidos and uncontrollable sexual desires?  if we don't let their warddrobes evolve, do they just stay wearing sexually-provoking color-coordinated lingerie-as-outwear?  are they doomed to only getting hit on by dirty old lecherous men and underaged pimply wanna-be boys? 

for example, i tried to come up with an attractive secretary "look." black, pinstripes, glasses.  i tried coming up with something a little demure but with an undertone of sexy... you know, a la maggie gyllenhaal.   and well, it came out a little more pin-up / fetishy than i expected.  granted i've been trying to conjure this picture set for over a decade, but still.  oh well, i guess they weren't as tarty as, say, my bath set.  though, those did illicit far more views/comments. 

isn't the views count feature an interesting new addition?  i've been resisting the tempation to pander for greater viewership to up my numbers.  after all, quantification of the masses general acceptance is always quite an ego boost.  but who cares about public affirmations?  i say fuck 'em.  one gets kinda tired from being called pretty or "hot" all the time.  seriously, is it that hard to come up with a different way to compliment me.  i has a brain people!

hee hee.  now i sound like my cheerleader friends from high school.  they were, after all, in the same advanced courses of physics, calculus, and literature as i was.  but the boys could only say "damn u r hawt."  shiny hair and boobs, that's all they notice.  well, i notice those things too.  what can i say?  i like pretty things.  hmm, i wonder what it would be like to be a blondie jumping up and down in a short plaid skirt in front of a lively crowd.





yeah, not quite the same.  but why aren't i getting more views dammit?!  not to sound too conceited or anything (after all, there are way hotter femmes on this site), but i'd like to think that i'm somewhat nice to look at.  oh wait, i think i just went against the whole eff public affirmation thing.  oh well, its probably because i'm all selective as to who i accept as "friends"... and therefore, who gets to see the other picture sets.  so, if you only see one, then, umm... well, tough luck.  i've removed most of the fap-worthy material anyhows.  so don't fret too much. i'm sure you can go get your rocks off elsewhere.  otherwise, just enjoy what i give ya.  because i do still enjoy creating visually interesting photo sets (well, visually interesting to me anyways).


so, what i'm trying to get at is this... my wardrobe is evolving and growing beyond the closet i stepped out of.  you know, furthering my growth and junk.  my exhibitionist hedonism is still going strong, but my tastes are starting to get a bit more sophisticated.  and therefore, i'm trying to present a more sophisticated me.  at least, i'd like to think so (please let me have my delusions).   or maybe i'm just getting lazy when i want to go out in public and a comfy/natural look is just easier/quicker to pull together.

anywho.... i encourage y'all to stretch out your alter egos and let their personas grow and evolve to interesting people.  i assure you, it'll make you funner at parties. 

in case you were wondering (though, i know no one really reads these things)... the highest numbers are from my blog post regarding all the transvestic fantasies i've carried out and the pic of me in lingerie posing on a bed in a barcelona hotel room.  wow, sex does sell, what a shock.

go on, look through all my pics (you know you wanna).  tee hee.
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Sunday, June 21, 2009 

Current mood:  contemplative
up down, up down.  no no no, stop thinking of me doing that, i'm trying to write a serious blog.  i'm talking about chemical imbalances and the emotional roller coast ride it can send you on.  and i'm not even on 'mones or anything. but, a few of you have asked and well... yup, i went off the deep end for a bit.  and lemme tell yah, there is a bottom down there with slimy rocks and empty rotting pirate ships, so wait a full hour and make sure you have the energy to tread water before exploring the wonders/nightmares of the deep blue. 

amongst the laundry list of issues i've been confronting lately (transgenderism, father, family, friends, abandonement, anger, blah blah blah) is being part of the game.  but, as a close friend pointed out, it isn't a game.  but it is, sort of.  you know... there are all these rules, protocols, approaches, strategies, and players.  and, yeah, i are one.  you are one too, whether you realize it or not.  well, maybe not the eunich sitting in the corner rocking back and forth mumbling something about putting the lotion in the basket.  but you get the point.  or at least, i think you do, because i think i did. 

so, we move along the board... move here, observe the reaction, plan five moves in advance, take the next step, reassess, step, assess, another move, pass go to collect your some juicy booty or pick up the off-chance that lands you a timeout for three rounds.  then off again to enjoy (or lament) the precarious dance with all the other players.

but, i kinda wanna play for keeps.  you know, an ess oh situation.  ho hum.  i'm sure she/he is out there somewhere.  i wonder if i can be lucky enough to find the compliment of me, a bigendered freak of sexiness with a twist of crazy, an overly developed sense of brainacism, and a sheer disregard for social conventions... in the mirror of me sort of variety.  xx-bodied but xy-headed, meanders between the two.  where does one go to find such rare gems?  and when you do happen up such treasure, what is the protocol for acting around a complex being? 

it hasn't been easy.  girl side receives attention in one way and the boy side receives attention in a completely different way.  granted i've consciously fragmented my two halves to express specific aspects of my id, but i am me.  aren't i?  i guess i still have plenty to discuss with my therapist.

anywho, i know a few of y'all have expressed concern... don't worry, i'm sure things'll turn out just dandy.  took a little bit of a break, reassessing all sorts of things, trying to get a perspective on how things have progressed, and generally appreciating what's here. so, umm, yeah...  i'm recovering.  i'm sure i'll be back to my flirtatious slutalicious self soon.  maybe, we'll see.  in any case, be prepared to experience sides of me beyond the player in high heels and micro skirts.... i do have "normal" clothes in my closet you know





yeah, i own jeans.  and yup, i rock those too ;) 
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Wednesday, May 06, 2009 

Current mood:  content
the rules have changed.  and i'm playing a different game now.  read the profile.  this bitch is high class (in trashy lingerie, because i can buy my own now).  suck that.

spring cleaning has begun.  if you get dropped.  please understand, that i respect you.  but i no longer need you on my friend list.  (unless of course you meet all the requirements as previously stated, then you'll probably make the cut).

like i said.  not sure what this space will become.  feel free to keep watching my picture.  it may do an interesting trick.




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Wednesday, May 06, 2009 

Current mood:  restless
do no harm.  and for those of us rich enough, fortunate and loved enough...  aspire for greatness.   i stand on the shoulders of giants, who knew one of them would be my little brother.  and another being my older sister (brother).  that's right, a second generation tranny.  well, i also have an older sister, who was ever kind enough to tell me to get out of the closet and get my own damn clothes.  it only took me eighteen years to understand that all of these things happened for a reason.  and i owe it those who lifted me when i was down, kicked my ass when i was being an ass, and infusing me with far greater wisdom than what i know what to do with sometimes.

the old trannies that give the young ones a place to dress so they're not out being skeezy tramps.  the drag queens that force people to see a different side of reality.  those who have transitioned and showed us that its okay on the other side.  ...and that its okay to be who they are.  thank you.

we all carry around plenty of labels.   my mom has given me some great ones: educated, self-sufficient, caring, forgiving, ...and apparently sexy.  thanks for that blouse mom (and sorry for stealing it, err borrowing it.  you can have it back when it doesn't look good on me anymore). 

i've also acquired a lot of labels, some inherited, some assigned, and some thrust upon me.  i took on the label "transvestic fetishist", a loooong time ago.  and in my mind, it was to help someone out.  and it turns out the person i did it for helped me far greater than i helped him.  he's doing well now, house, married, career.  good stuff.  i hope he continues.  i was proud of him when he dressed, and i'm still pretty proud of him now.  but, i'll never tell him that because, well brothers, what are you gonna do.

as a "tranny" i was able to become someone else.  it was fun.  and i've enjoyed it greatly.  and though i meant to do no harm, at times i may have disrespected those that are in the thick of it.  and again, i'm sorry.  and thank you, for letting me get away with it anyways.  and accepting me into your sisterhood, brotherhood, livelihood.

my name is vick g... yeah, i ain't telling you my last name (want my ssn number too?).

but seriously, what's a good trick without having a good reveal:






dammit, you want to see that blouse don't you?  (my mom's gonna kill me)



fine, here it is.  its not even photoshopped.




what?  did you think i was going to stop dressing how i want to?  (thank you to punky brewster, life lesson learned.  check.)  my name is the cyndi vee.  thank you for letting me ramble.  now go do good... err, rather... go do no harm. 


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Monday, May 04, 2009 

Current mood:  blissful
....this announcement....  my life is not as bad as i thought it was. 

i hope yours isn't either. 



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Sunday, May 03, 2009 

Current mood:  inspired
to the transvestic fetishists of myspace/interwebz: i need someone else to take on the cause, be its posterboy, so to speak.  i am all for this label living in perpetuity, but i don't know if i can give it that oomph it needs to be propelled beyond the 2012 snow globe rattle.  because seriously, post-apocalyptic tranvestite vampires, keep the dream alive.


the cause has tired me out.  and as much as the title has, in retrospect, served me quite well. i think i'm ready to go for that pie in the sky dream of bi-gendered fluidity.  let's see how that works out for me.  i love trying to come up with the next catch phrase to describe me.  i better get credit for one of these witty things (plagiarism is really hard work and a little acknowledgement would be nice).  more on the bi-gendered thing later though.  we may even openly discuss the sexual revolution of positive omnisexuality as it pertains to gender roles.  it'll be fun. (at least for me).


on to the business at hand, i'd feel a lot better if another cute hot thing, upcoming, early twenties, still excuding all that wanton sexual energy, with a brain to match, and a bit of sassiness got behind this title.  it wouldn't hurt if she had a cute little behind either.  naturally, i'm thinking mtf here.  after all, those pesky xy chromosomes do bring out pervie in a sublime manner suited for said position. 


however, the position is equal opportunity.  so to you ftm transvestic fetishists out there, you are not only welcome, but ENCOURAGED to apply as well.  i don't caps often, so take that as your very personal invite.


okay, a few other desired skills in applicants:  sense of humor.  must write good.  can take it and dish it.  (what you take and what you dish is entirely up to you).  creativity.  slutty.  sexy.  a face pic.  a body pic.  a full profile.  and a self-starter.


for clarification, this position is not all fun and games.  and i am not offering any mentoring (i'll point you to a good stores if need be), so you'll need to have gumption.  whatever that is.



and this wouldn't be complete without the tease:




i know, not as nice polka dotted pink boyshort panties, but... if you get the position, i may eventually invite you to see my flaming balls live and in color.   tell me you're not intrigued.... not even a little? 






fine.  just remember, this is the bitch you get to take over for:


imagine it ...

"< insert your alter ego name here >, transvestic fetishist extraordinaire".  

sent shivers down your backless dress didn't it?

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Thursday, April 16, 2009 

Current mood:  understimulated
Category: Life




i'm shopping for new high heels, bras, and wigs.  its not like i just spent a ridiculous amount on a leather waist cincher and make up recently.  noooo. 

i think my priorities may be a bit outta whack.  though, i seriously doubt any of you all are going to stop me from buying new mary jane platforms and taking pictures in a very suggestive slutty school girl meets slutty farm girl white trash outfit.  are you? 

but seriously, i think i may need a sugar momma or sugar daddy or someone willing to lay down some coin for my sexy ass to have more sexy things.  is that so much to ask?  maybe i should start charging for cam shows.  and why aren't those at the same rates as phone sex operators?  or are they?  i don't even know.  $2.99 per minute?  two ninety nine a minute?!  hot damn.  i'm in the wrong career.  this habit is definitely ~not~ paying for itself.



it is fun, though ;)  thanks for playing along.  please come again sometime.

oh. if all the slutty pictures disappear, don't say i didn't warn ya.  not really sure where i wanna go from here.  it may be time for a re-invent.  maybe.  may be.  who knows. 







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Monday, February 16, 2009 

Current mood:  cooky/wacky
Category: Blogging

i hope all the couples out there got to f*ck like rabbits.... rabbit-doggy style... in the middle of a park... while munching on carrot sticks and cabbage.  how's that for a vegan porn?  i've been living in vegan central for far too long.  anyways, i hope you all enjoyed that kitchy greeting card holiday.    i know, its not the vee day (where all the girls line up in front of me, all the boys line up behind me... and...  well, let's just say, it's a very holey day).  but, the other vee day can be fun... if you happen to be sporting an ess oh on your arm, or on your lap, or strapped into that saint andrew's cross in your bedroom. 

anywho.  why i actually came to blog alley was to give a vices update.  i started this entry yesterday, but my self-diagnosed a.d.d. struck in, some green got smoked, a bunch of websites got viewed, some games were played, yummy takeout was consumed, then i fell asleep.  anywho.

latest vice, youtube.  its sad that the exhibitionist side of me hasn't transitioned into the video medium yet.  but my voyeurist side is already well into the addiction phase.  trannies and lesbians.  and ukelele players.  and why are ftms hotter than most men out there?  ooh, you know what else?  ftm/mtf couples, can't get enough of them.

uh-huh.  i've just filled up all the boob toob time i've saved up by getting rid of my rabbit-eared box of moving pictures, with sitting in front of my thick hard twenty-four inch widescreen flat panel keeping up with the wacky antics of trannystar galacticans and those adorable beaver bunchers (did i do that properly?).  and by adorable, i mean, boy i could just eat them out. umm, eat them up (and that other thing).   ohh, and what's up with drama of tegan?  and yes, that british-canadian college blonde is eerily addicting to watch; jailbait indeed.  oh, who needs reality t.v. when the internet is still the best way to stalk random strangers still at their quote/unquote prime?

but back to the topic at hand.  i'm still addicted to mycrack.  so don't worry, i'm not gonna go on a paranoid irrational rant about the stresses of entertaining random strangers then cancel my account.  i'd need to eat way more chocolate if i were going to do that.  but, you have to admit, this outlet is getting a little dated.  i think those moving picture dealies will catch on big time.  i hear they even have talkies posted up on the internet now.  so, back to mycrack.

no, not that one.  hmm, though i may need to get that one to a gym.  but, yeah, the other mycrack (the thing you're looking at, err, this site)... 

i'll be condensing the oh-eight stuff soon.  (if you're response was, "oh-eight stuff?!".  yes, that's right.  you're missing out on the "good sh*t".  back to what i was saying...) i know you get tired of looking at my scantilly clad old bum, so i'll be throwing out a lot of pics that received no comments and, hence, probably not as sizzling as i thought they were.  you gotta move on, ya?  anyways, i'm running out of ways to make fishnets sexy in a picture.  how can that be, right? 

i may have to do a themed album or something. ooh, a photo project, wee.  (i know you're still waiting for that video one, but we all know how lazy and unmotivated i can be, and am.  cmon, read the blog dammit).    my idea is to do a mixed photo essay of lurid tranny fantasies that may or may not be loosely based on real events.  but, meh, who'd be interested in reading about a run away tranny schoolgirl hitchhiking from rest stop to rest stop and seeing the photo evidence of her being left alongside a highway at sunrise in nothing but her fishnet bodstocking, lacy bra, soaked thongs, and five inch high heels?  or the story of how the chatroom wet tshirt contest turned into an intense masturbation session with a pink lollip in front of a horny gg in another state and twenty-nine other random lucky viewers?  or a narrative of the casual encounter date in a redlight district hotel room?  yeah, didn't think you'd be interested. 

like i was saying.  happy (belated) vee day... hope you got something special ;)






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Sunday, January 04, 2009 

Current mood:  lazy
woot woot!  oh, and happy new year too.

 
in case you were wondering.  no wig, little makeup, a lot of desaturation.  peace out. 
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