Wait! Where did November Go?

Sorry I've been so scarce!

I realize the readership of this blog is very low. Like single digits low. I blog here more for the catharsis it provides - getting things off my chest and out in the open. However, for those precious few of you who actually read this blog, I sincerely apologize for not posting for the past few weeks.

The high from venturing out with my mom and aunt has faded, and I'm looking for more. I'd really like to get out to the local gay-friendly club this Saturday to see my favorite drag performer strut her stuff. Of course, I'd love to strut mine as well! Money may be tight, though, so it may not really be possible.

In either event, I'd really like to get Marika out of the house and into the big world for at least a night.

Honestly, I've been looking for an excuse to wear the gorgeous dress my friend (I call her Gale here, not her real name) gave me back in September. I'll have to take a few photos of the dress (preferably with me in it) to give you an idea of why I gush over it so.

Of course, I'm still working on my makeup skills, with mixed results. I fiddled with my cheap-ass eye shadow last week and rather liked the results, but had to quickly wipe it all off because my beloved Larissa (also not her real name) was due home any moment, so I didn't take any photos. I've been trolling Facebook Marketplace for decent eye shadow palettes, with some success. There is a lady selling 5 palettes for less than $20 total (and a couple of them are pretty high-end), which I tried to buy last week, but the lady was out of town. If she still has them when I'm off work on Thursday, I'm going to buy them and probably use them up practicing. What's money for if you don't enjoy what you spend it on?

News, everybody!

My hat's off to you if you got the Futurama reference. If you didn't, don't sweat it. Anyway, I have an appointment with a new doctor on Thursday (29 November), and I've decided that I'm going to wear whatever the hell I like to the appointment. What's more, we have carpet cleaners coming over later the same day, and I'm not going to change just for the carpet guy. If he doesn't like what I'm wearing, he can just stick to cleaning the carpet. If he does like what I'm wearing, well, he can just stick to cleaning the carpet. I'm not paying him to ogle me and shower me with compliments. I am, however, highly susceptible to flattery, and such compliments might just result in a generous gratuity...

Back to the doctor thing! I've read many accounts of my crossdressing sisters going to see their physicians with polish on their toes or wearing pretty panties, often surprised that the medical professionals are unfazed by such things. I don't recall reading any accounts of similar meetings while wearing overtly feminine clothes. My intention, on Thursday, is to wear a dress or skirt and glossy pantyhose (of course with cute girly panties), along with obviously feminine footwear and jewelry. I'll also include some lip gloss, maybe some blush and eyeliner / shadow if I'm feeling really provocative. This is basically the mode in which I'm comfortable presenting myself to the world at large. I've ventured out into "public" many times dressed this way. I've drawn a few looks and a giggle or two, but it's comfortable for me, so the opinions of others slide off my back like water off a duck.

Why would the staff at the clinic even care? I'm not there for a makeover and they're not there to critique my outfit (God the stuff I wear in "male" mode would probably draw stronger critique), so all's good, right?

I'll try to remember to post an update after the doctor visit and after the carpet cleaner leaves. I may even ask the doctor or nurse to snap a few shots of me in my femme finery, just for you, my dear readers.