A GENTLE REMINDER

 

a gentle reminder to all my trans sisters!!!! especially in the business!!

I have lived in Europe for some years now and have some beautiful, educated and well-thought-out lessons to give you! if you live in a progressive country, profit from your position! Trans are very rare here and beautiful trans even more!!!! and my ethnicity it’s almost rare to find!!! LEARN and Know your advantages! don’t give yourself for free! MAKE money! Make cash! Ask gifts in any form!!! 

The society you live in does not welcome you openly!!! the men who want to be with you, for pleasure, for companionship, for friendship, they CANNOT bring you to SUNDAY lunch with THEIR families! they CANNOT bring you to drinks with FRIENDS! they CANNOT bring you to the Christmas Party of WORK COLLEAGUES!!! The society pushes us to the fringes NEVERTHELESS THE MEN STILL want to take PART and PARTAKE in the pleasures and bedroom talents of many TRANSSEXUAL women!!!

HAHA! don’t get SCAMMED! Don’t be taken for fools SISTERS!!! KNOW your advantages and BE AWARE of the DISadvantages THE normal male society puts us inn!!! we are beautiful, we are exotic we are erotic and we do it better in Bed than their MOTHERS, SISTERS, Girlfriends, Female sex-buddies etcetera !! HAHA

PROFIT and take a SPACE of retribution!!!! ASK!!! for GIFTS!!! Ask for rewards!!!DONT give the milk for free!!!!! 

HAHA

I Have always been known for my controversial perspectives BUT THIS one is ONE I am extremely proud to have!!!

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un gentile promemoria per tutte le mie sorelle trans!!!! soprattutto nel MIA settore!!

Vivo in Europa da alcuni anni ormai e ho delle lezioni meravigliose, istruite e ben ponderate da darvi! Se vivete in un paese progressista, traete profitto dalla vostra posizione! Le trans sono molto rare qui e le belle trans ancora di più!!!! e la mia etnia è quasi rara da trovare!!! IMPARA e conosci i tuoi vantaggi! non darti gratis! GUADAGNA soldi! Guadagna denaro! Chiedi regali in qualsiasi forma!!! 

La società in cui vivi non ti accoglie apertamente!!! gli uomini che vogliono stare con te, per piacere, per compagnia, per amicizia, NON POSSONO portarti al pranzo della DOMENICA con le LORO famiglie! NON POSSONO portarti a bere qualcosa con le AMICHE! NON POSSONO portarti alla festa di Natale delle COLLEGHE DI LAVORO!!! La società ci spinge ai margini, NONOSTANTE TUTTAVIA GLI UOMINI VOGLIONO ANCORA prendere PARTE e PRENDERE PARTE ai piaceri e ai talenti da camera da letto di molte donne TRANSSESSUALI!!!

HAHA! non fatevi TRUFFARE! Non fatevi prendere per stupide SORELLE!!! CONOSCI i tuoi vantaggi e SII CONSAPEVOLE degli SVANTAGGI in cui la normale società maschile ci mette dentro!!! siamo belle, siamo esotiche siamo erotiche e lo facciamo meglio a letto delle loro MADRI, SORELLE, Fidanzate, amiche di sesso eccetera!! HAHA

GUADAGNA e prenditi uno SPAZIO di punizione!!!! CHIEDI!!! per REGALI!!! Chiedi ricompense!!! NON dare il latte gratis!!!!! 

HAHA

Sono sempre stata conosciuta per le mie prospettive controverse MA QUESTA è UNA di cui sono estremamente orgogliosa!!!

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be PHENOMENAL

 

The one thing I’ve learned about myself and celebrating the many gifts within myself is that my being trans (and a young gay person before) is that no matter how heavy the stereotypes and how limiting the circumstances, when your passion and desire overcomes fear of repression and mockery, you eventually triumph. Being trans does not mean you are limited to doing feminine and girly things, you can absolutely be athletic, active, and be in spaces where people think it’s absolutely ridiculous for us to be there. Especially living in the West, where the ESTABLISHMENT seems to repress our existence in spaces where they need conservativism and safety and security to maintain their Catholic or traditional beliefs or seemingly “clean” practices. Be present, be visible, but do not impose, those who do not choose to learn, to be taught, they are not our concern. The best battles are the ones you choose carefully, either you win or you learn a lesson…

To do phenomenal things, you do not need to be ESSENTIALLY Phenomenal, you just need to sum up the courage and be brave enough to challenge yourself to continue to exist and do the things you love even in spaces where you are not wanted. That should be the real essence of PRIDE. The most beautiful aftermath of your actions are young individuals are inspired and motivated to follow your lead and your example, and that continues to inspire me to push the boundaries for myself and never to limit myself. #Pridemonth #Pride2024 #transpride #transisbeautiful

(translated from Google)

L'unica cosa che ho imparato su me stesso e che ho celebrato i tanti doni dentro di me è che il mio essere trans (e prima ancora un giovane gay) è che non importa quanto siano pesanti gli stereotipi e quanto siano limitanti le circostanze, quando la tua passione e il tuo desiderio superano la paura di repressione e derisione, alla fine trionferai. Essere trans non significa limitarsi a fare cose femminili e femminili, puoi assolutamente essere atletico, attivo ed essere in spazi in cui le persone pensano che sia assolutamente ridicolo per noi essere lì. Soprattutto vivendo in Occidente, dove l’ISTABILIMENTO sembra reprimere la nostra esistenza in spazi in cui hanno bisogno di conservatorismo e sicurezza per mantenere le loro credenze cattoliche o tradizionali o pratiche apparentemente “pulite”. Siate presenti, siate visibili, ma non imponetevi, coloro che non scelgono di imparare, di essere istruiti, non ci riguardano. Le migliori battaglie sono quelle che scegli con attenzione, o vinci o impari una lezione...

Per fare cose fenomenali, non devi essere ESSENZIALMENTE fenomenale, devi solo raccogliere il coraggio ed essere abbastanza coraggioso da sfidare te stesso per continuare a esistere e fare le cose che ami anche negli spazi in cui non sei desiderato. Questa dovrebbe essere la vera essenza del PRIDE. La conseguenza più bella delle tue azioni è che i giovani sono ispirati e motivati ​​a seguire la tua guida e il tuo esempio, e questo continua a ispirarmi a spingermi oltre i limiti e a non limitarmi mai. #Pridemonth #Pride2024 #transpride #transisbeautiful

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Anais é Hugo …. e le loro avventure

 

Sometimes when the obvious is unassumingly thrusted into our lap, it provides us with a refreshing and altogether direct vantage point of what plot a movie wants to postulate....thereby reducing confusion and helping us avoid the mental rigamarole many movies are known for...


Such was my assumption when the opening scenes of the flick, "Henry and June" panned out on my screen. The husky interaction between the publisher and Anaïs in the opening scene and the graphic exposure of the tantric photos out of Anaïs' little box helped to support this construct. I don't want to sound too technical and get carried away with analysis of an already heavy plot OR maybe I am also getting carried away because I am being pertinent to the lines in the film by Henry Miller stating, "D.H. Lawrence makes too much out of sex, he makes damn gospel out of it!" Therefore I am gabbing too much even to the point of slight glorification of an in-your-face erotic film.


But it is indeed essentially sincere to what the story wants to impart and does not really deviate from it. I mean sex is an easy route to take for a movie-maker to make BUCKS but to make a movie of this genre with some sort of relevance to history, courageously illustrate sexual deviations that were still taboo at that point in time, add a certain flair and artsy-ness to the graphic nature of copulation, glamorize the underground settings of the Pre-World War 2 whorehouses and boudoirs and to create sophisticated characters and liaisons - epic!!!! I have not even begun to heap praise on how the director wove the existence of supernatural occult quite naturally into the fabric at one scene in the film ...



Anaïs Nin is a lovely writer who is married to Hugo, a banker, the type who can provide stability and security to a marriage. They are living in a lovely home in the suburbs of Paris. She lives the ideal life - massive garden, time for her writing, dance lessons at an exclusive ballet club in Paris, a beautiful male Spanish cousin who has the hots for her (LOL) and a husband who provides for luxuries and who is the most sexual a banker can actually get as far as I am concerned. Haha! She should be satisfied with everything except that she lives in a certain kind of monotony - like a Stepford wife with all the boxes in her grocery list ticked for her - which is why there exists a certain longing. Out of perfection there will always be gaps to fill in. She longs for the unpredictability, desirability of a more amorous life - the release of her inner feline femininity.



Enter Henry Miller, a friend of Osborne, one of Hugo's closest friends. Everyone is introduced at a luncheon in Hugo's house one day and from that point on Anaïs is hooked onto Miller's devil-may-care attitude and brashness. She began to take an active interest in him innocently enough giving him her bicycle to use as transport and then the interest tentacled further onto his writing with a typewriter as another present a couple of days later. Anaïs knew she was in a position of advantage - she had money where Henry was penniless, but the advantage ended there. She knew Henry could provide the escape she longed for - she accidentally followed him to a brothel in Paris and she did not seem to mind one bit that the money she thought she lent Miller for basic expenses, he used to see a working girl.

Enter June, Henry's wife. Like another conduit in her escape line, she becomes as intoxicating a substance to Anaïs as Henry was. Fierce, quite loose with her words and as much a free thinker as  Henry is, this independence coupled with her overflowing sensual appeal was aphrodisiac to Anaïs. She knew she wanted to be like June. Her life was a series of unscrupulous men, failed acting auditions and agonizing clashes with Henry's idealisms yet her pain appealed to Anaïs. The very notion that June was the epitome of feminine physical perfection by Henry, became a source of envy for Anaïs. She wanted to be June. She found her window of opportunity when she helped finance June's trip to America for an audition for an important film. With June out of the way, she managed to parlay herself into becoming Miller's object of lustful desire. Anaïs and Henry become lovers. She gets introduced to his friends - artists and peasants alike. The references to history is beautiful too. The inclusion of the photographer Brassai,  one of Henry's friends, is a pleasant surprise and gives the film a distinct historical imprint. The voices of Hitler and his men out of the French radio also give historical references to the film. 

Although there's all this interaction between the three which helps to charge the film with an electricity that is physical and even mental, my object of desire in the film is Anaïs' husband, Hugo - the variable in the equation she may have unfairly dismissed as impertinent to her escape from reality. Although they have their torrid scenes in the movie as husband and wife, Anaïs' character always seems to highlight her sensual overtures with Henry and June. I don't know the movie's plot originally really wants us to see the Henry-Anaïs-June triangle as the foreground and the rest of the characters as background including Hugo but somehow my sensual buttons are pressed by Hugo's character. 

But I think the film-maker was intelligent enough not to typecast Hugo as another boring financial person who was a puppet to his wife's dalliances. Au contraire he was swathed with a lot of sexual charisma in these eyes (Hehehehe!) His huge member was erringly referred to by Anaïs as undesirable, too big for her that "they needed to use Vaseline as a result", but that this reference just fueled up my imagination and added to Hugo's subtle desirability. Plus he always seemed to appear in the most unusual of places, he painted his body blue during the Mardi Gras parade in the streets of Paris and donned a mask to rescue Anaïs from a night where Henry's impotence left a "gaping" aperture in her hahaha. He made her felt desired again that night. The Haitian beats, the sexy Latin music provides for a good distinctive mood as she experiences lusting after her husband. I loved it when she pertained to rekindling her amorous connection with her own husband as a manner of  cheating on Henry, ironically the man who she shared an adulterous affair with. This I do not see in typical erotic movies. 



Anaïs' reconnecting with Hugo is timely. With June's return from an unsuccessful business venture in the United States, Anaïs eventually just realized that she was made to fill a gap in Henry's life. The wise use of the Joan of Arc film reference to express his desire for Anaïs, was realized just in time by Anaïs herself. She witnesses the marked chaos of June and Henry's married life.  Henry becomes unsettled, quarrelsome and disturbed with the stress of the two women around him - obviously making his life more complex than it already is. His and June's own spontaneity and flamboyance become a source of fighting. Eventually Anaïs realizes she has to let go of this piece of the puzzle in her life as much as she wants to keep it to maintain a certain balance in her life. She knows there are sacrifices to be made for security and stability. She knew that when Hugo appeared once again near the end of the film, driving his car, and figuring out she might need a lift or something, she wanted to be with him because he worshipped her. She could live with his lack of aberration, because in the end anyway she knew she could always try to unleash the caged sexual carnivore in him. On the drive home however she wept for a life she wanted but needed to turn her back on. She probably knew at some point life with Hugo would not be so bad after all. He was still an animal in bed but one who was stable, secure and held her high at a pedestal the same way as Henry Miller did....



Uma Thurman is June - wild, flamboyant, beauteous and independent, a character who seems lost but is very aware of her sensual feline power over the men she interacts with...



Fred Ward is Henry Miller - brash, carefree, a sexual dynamo of a struggling writer/ artist who epitomizes women as objects but does not really care a LOT about their thinking minds. 




Maria de Medeiros is Anaïs Nin - innocent yet devious, in more ways than one a lost and emotionally strugglinh spirit who wants to rid herself of the society label that has been bestowed on her but ended up with the realization that all is not lost if you are secure and safe with the man you love ... 


Richard Grant is Hugo Guiler - taciturn but deceptively sensual.  The banker husband of Anaïs Nin. My favorite in the movie. There's just something about his perfunctory ways and politeness cocktailed with the inner raging sexuality which is seductive to me in many ways. Or maybe it's the way he says "pussywillow" all throughout the movie, his term of endearment for his object of worship, his wife - ahhh TRES SEXY!!! .... (I swear this is probably the most handsome I have seen Grant in a movie...Ahhh I could just make love to him night and day here!!!) 

Liquid dreams … {un bellissimo racconto da qualche anni)

 

L'acqua è sia un simbolo di rabbia, che di tranquillità..

Litri di H2O che cadono contro le rocce, nelle tumultuose rapide del fiume. Sono il segno che si tratta di una forza indomabile della natura. 

È un fenomeno che merita attenzione. 

Un tuffo in questa cascata è letale, 

o vivi con ferite e squarci su tutto il corpo o muori con una velocità accecante. 

Questo è il lato vulcanico dell'acqua.

L'altra faccia della medaglia mi interessa di più. 

Può anche essere un simbolo di un’armonia indescrivibile. Mi piace sedermi e guardare per ore il flusso graduale di ruscelli belli e limpidi. Non so perché. 

Probabilmente c'è qualche scintilla profonda lasciata da un ricordo d'infanzia di una pubblicità televisiva per un ventilatore elettrico in cui la pubblicità mostrava piccoli e bellissimi pesci che nuotavano tra una vegetazione non identificata in una acqua liscia, poco profonda, ma in movimento. Tuttora è una delle visioni più belle nella mia mente, una visione che non riesco a eliminare nemmeno con medicine che riducono in poltiglia la memoria del cervello…

Probabilmente è destinato a rimanere così, questo ricordo nella mia mente...

Ad ogni modo stiamo divagando dal punto principale, quindi rimettiamoci a fuoco. 

Il movimento fluido di un ruscello poco profondo mi cattura davvero in un incantanteve immaginazione. È forse la giusta contrapposizione della pace e della spontaneità naturale della beatitudine liquida CONTRO il tumulto e l'irrequietezza indelebile della mia mente che attrae entrambe le forze? 

O forse il mio interesse per la flora e la fauna che si trovano al suo interno?? 

Penso che sia una combinazione di entrambi,

E poi il pensiero fantastico che potrei diventare minuscolo come le specie invisibili nel ruscello. 

Nuotare, giocare, nutrirsi con loro? E poi, vivere una vita di agio, placido conforto ed eterna esplorazione? 

Ahh ora la mia dipendenza dai racconti di Enid Blyton mi sta facendo di nuovo spiegare in modo incoerente!

Se solo la vita fosse facile come un ruscello in una foresta cavernosa, scambierei tutto quello che ho per una simile opportunità! 

Ma so di essere irrazionale. L'acqua ha due lati, proprio come la vita ha due aspetti. So che non posso prendere la vita solo per il suo lato buono. 

Devo vivere anche il suo lato amaro..

So che ci sono pericolosi torrenti da affrontare se voglio realizzare tutta la bellezza della vita. 

Ma,

per un momento ho catturato un ricordo cristallino della mia infanzia scrivendo di quel famosa e indimenticabile, ma ormai dimenticata,

pubblicità del ventilatore elettrico. 

E sono entusiasta di avere ritrovato il ricordo!

Water is both a symbol of rage and tranquility..

The tumbling gallons of H2O against the rocks in tumultuous river rapids is a sign that it is an indomitable force of nature. It is a phenomenon that warrants attention. One plunge into this lethal cascade and you either live with wounds and gashes all over your body or die with blinding speed. That is the volcanic side of water. 

The other side of the coin interests me more. It can also be a symbol of smooth, indescribable accord. I love to sit and look for hours at the gradual flow of beautiful, clear streams. I don't know why. Probably there is some deepseated spark left from a childhood memory of a television ad for an electric fan where the latter parts of the advert featured tiny beautiful fishes swimming among unidentified vegetation in a smooth, shallow yet moving pool. It is still one of the most gorgeous visions in my mind, one which I cannot seem to take out even with the number of products from the apothecary which diminish the brain's memory seat to a pulp. It probably is meant to remain in that lesion of my cerebrum...

Anyway we are digressing from the main point so let us refocus. The fluid motion of a shallow stream really captures me in an imaginatively eviscerating spell. Staring eternally into such a spectacle is anodyne for weary me. Perhaps it is the juxtaposition of the peace and natural spontaneity of the liquid bliss AGAINST the turmoil, and indelible unrest of my retarded mind which magnetize both entities? Or maybe my interest in the flora and fauna found in its abode? I think it is a combination of both PLUS the fantastical thought that I could become as minute as the seen and unseen bioligical species in the brook. To swim, play, feed with them? And live a life of ease, placid comfort and eternal exploration? Ahh now my addiction to Enid Blyton tales is making me rant incoherently again! 

If only life is as easy as a brook in a cavernous forest, I would trade all I have for such an opportunity! But I know I am being irrational. Water has two sides to it just as life has two aspects to it. I know I cannot take life for its good side only. I must also live its bitter side. There will never be a perfect "freshwater stream ad" of a life. I know there are dangerous torrents to tackle if I want to realize the beauty of living. But for one moment I have recaptured a most crystalline memory of my childhood by writing about that notoriously unforgettable yet forgettable "electric fan commercial." And I am ecstatic I found the memory!null

Tyrrhenian Beauty

 Sorrento was one of my most underrated daytrips same like Taormina… breathtaking the hills and villas with a beautiful vista of the Tyrrhenian blue sea. It’s quite near the Amalfi Coast and just a stone’s throw from Positano…. ♥️♥️♥️💚💚💚

Prowess ….

 I’m always a firm believer of forgiveness without forgetting, As Karl Lagerfeld said, “I’ll pull the chair from right behind you even ten years from now.” LOL

I’ve lived in Italy for some years now and I have encountered men of different levels of education and comprehension. I think the most austere types are those who have a “fake” love for the transwomen like me.

Why “fake?” It seems when I touch an angry bone or a sensitive part of themselves, they regress to the core of their being. I don’t know if it is the conservative Catholic or homophobic or ignorant, uncultured and uneducated part of their being but it seems there is hatred or some secret abhorrence of their own selves. 

when they are angered they would call me, basically just another guy who has long hair and tits? in a tone of ridicule and hatred haha! what is that? like a quick reversal of character, a Jekyll and Hyde psychotic episode of some sort? I mean the desire to be with trans turns into lunacy and hate? The consistency disappears and many instances at the back of your mind you’re really wondering if the men from the this country MEAN what they say when they like being with us in any capacity because in their eyes and mind we are women. haha

I’m a person who has a lot of capacity and patience to understand. I’m a graduate of Psychology (correction: not a Psychologist) and in my life I’ve seen a whole range of wonderful and detestable characters and behaviors. I would like to think that these “angered” men have a secret hatred of themselves or of that part in them that likes “men with the women’s attributes.” Deep inside they probably are still little Catholic boys stuck in the teachings of Mum and Dad and their priests and teachers that good is good and bad is bad and anything outside of Adam and Eve is strange and incomprehensible. The depth of their love or desire for transgender is shallow and not skin-deep. 

I do not really judge because a lot of my lovers are essentially men who have lives to live in the open, and not really ready to openly admit they play with women like me or have a deep attraction. Perfectly understandable and acceptable, these limitations that are imposed on them by society’s expectations and the facades they need to maintain their status quo 

in “normal” society.

But the kind of men who have a secret abhorrence for themselves, these are the men to watch out for. These are the people who are not comfortable with their desire for transwomen. How strange this world is, and laughable some characters inside here are.  

That is why to be with us, the transsexual experience is an experience that is beyond normal, special, strange, other-worldly, surreal, magical, disgusting or incomprehensible or indefinable…. and we are below or above the line of normalcy or we are at the fringes of the conventional and proper. There is a need to take advantage of this and our set of experiences that led us to becoming these kind of beings, detestable or desired, loved or hated, and this is why for us to profit from the bodies that we have is not necessarily evil. Such is the dimension of transsexual escorting that many people will not understand but us, need to take advantage of. It is a weapon of power, retribution, that can be wielded with great force. The realization of this prowess will empower you and not make you feel discriminated or disadvantaged. 

when Woman was Created …

 

 “and God Created woman”…. I have a lengthy obsession over this film. Four years ago, I lived in Milan and started work there. In almost any encounter, I would play this film so that when a man enters the room, the intriguing French music would infiltrate the room and set the mood. In my opinion and from my point of view and set of experiences, Obsession is better than love!? why? because if love lasts only a couple of years into the marriage then why not obsession!!! and I love the carefree spirit of Bridget Bardot in this film, she never cared about the criticisms and small-town folk attitude towards her!!!! she was the perfect embodiment of the phrase, “Why can’t I have fun all the time!!!” and of course the final scenes of giving herself to some primeval, carnal instinct of using the power of lust and beauty, dancing to moves that could tempt any man!!!! I LOVE IT!!!! 

“e Dio creò la donna”…. Ho una lunga ossessione per questo film.  Quattro anni fa ho vissuto a Milano e ho iniziato a lavorare lì.  In quasi tutti gli incontri, interpreterei questo film in modo che quando un uomo entra nella stanza, l'intrigante musica francese si infiltri nella stanza e crei l'atmosfera.  Secondo me e dal mio punto di vista e insieme di esperienze, Ossessione è meglio dell'amore!? perché?  perché se l'amore dura solo un paio d'anni nel matrimonio allora perché non l'ossessione!!! e adoro lo spirito spensierato di Bridget Bardot in questo film, a lei non sono mai importate le critiche e l'atteggiamento della gente di provincia nei suoi confronti!!!! era l'incarnazione perfetta della frase "Perché non posso divertirmi tutto il tempo !!!" e, naturalmente, le scene finali in cui si abbandona a un istinto primordiale e carnale di usare il potere della lussuria e della bellezza, ballando a mosse che potrebbero tentare qualsiasi uomo!!!! LO ADORO!!!!

Thoughts on Grand Scale

 Nel passato gli occidentali spinsero gli strani ed esotici desideri degli antichi nativi dell’est verso i margini e nel buio, imponendo il cattolicesimo.

cercarono di sbarazzarsi delle antiche abitudini dell’est come quelle degli uomini che vestono da donna, o uomini che hanno stili di vita al femminile. per questa ragione nelle nuove generazioni e per ragioni di curiosità e sperimentazione, gli uomini occidentali trovano esotico ed erotico gli uomini che si trasformano in donne, e loro succhiano i nostri cazzi femminili ed è per questo che ho i soldi. piu loro ci spingono nel buio, nel proibito e lo sconosciuto, sempre piu noi avremo un valore commerciale più alto.

 

 

e Stato Veloce ma Notevole: TAORMINA

 TAORMINA ❤️❤️❤️❤️🇮🇹🇮🇹🇮🇹

un bellissimo, piccolo gioiello... Se avessi saputo che la spiaggia era abbastanza decente, avrei portato l'attrezzatura da bagno ahah 🤪🤪🤪🤪🤪