Monday, September 29, 2014
An essential garment for crossdressers. transgender women and drag queens is called the gaff. It’s purpose is to hide and conceal the biological male parts for a more feminine look. Suddenly Fem has constructed the first hiding Panty gaff that is comfortable, yet conceals the biological male parts. It provides all day comfort, a full back panty briefer design, and comes packages with 4 detachable garters and a pair of matching stockings!
For many years, this type of garment has been made in many shapes and sizes, but it is normally constructed as a tight thong panty. A “girl” can get a fabulous, flat appearance, however, as you can imagine, sometimes it can be a bit uncomfortable. Even the act of crossing ones legs while seated can be somewhat challenging.
Suddenly Fem has designed and manufactured thong gaffs for over 20 years. The design staff is always listening to their clientele and innovating new styles based upon requests. Fall 2014 is a momentous year in style design for Hiding Gaffs. No more chafing, rubbing, uncomfortable Gaffs.
“We are excited about the debut of this innovative new gaff style.” says VP of Operations, Tyler DeSouza. "We tested our designs with customers and on our models at our photo shoots to insure they provide all day flattening support as well as all day comfort”
Times are changing for transgender rights and inclusion. There are many more transitioning (male to female) girls coming out and they are living en-femme 24 hours a day. These types of innovative, specialty garments are necessary to help transitioning transgender more comfortably achieve their goals.
The Comfort Hiding Gaff is available at the Suddenly Fem website Crossdresser.com under style 41601 for black and 41602 for White.
Posted by CiCi Kitten at 6:38 PM
Saturday, September 20, 2014
There's nothing Sexier than a correctly designed Zipper Dress.
It gives you the versatility to change your look with either lowered necklines or higher slit placement.
Suddenly Fem has released two specially designed styles made ot fit the contours of the crossdressing male / Transgender woman's body!
The Bodycon Little Black Dress - Style 193 is the flagship style. It not only looks sexy, but the curved black side panels create an hourglass figure. It features a full front metal zipper.
Purple Paradise Side Slit Front Zipper Dress - Style 1839. Sophisticated deep purple with a lowered hemline that creates a hot front slit - as high as you want to bring it up!
Visit Suddenly Fem for the most innovative, cutting edge fashions for the Transwoman and Crossdresser. Everything is made to fit you.
Posted by CiCi Kitten at 4:30 PM
Wednesday, September 10, 2014
I am not fearless. Never was. Never will be.
I felt the need to say that because I get that comment every once in a while. I tell a particular story in my blog or I post a particular pic on social media. And people write in to say, “CiCi! You’re so fearless. I wish I could be more like you.”
And I have to write back and tell them that if they’re nervous or afraid or downright shaking in their boots, they’re a lot more like me than they think. Because I’m a total coward. A big old scaredy cat.
And so are many of my friends. I know some of the most confident and active girls in the world. I’ve watched them get ready to go out, and some of them get as nervous as a newbie. I think it’s a good thing. Overconfidence can lead to foolhardy behavior. While a healthy dose of fear keeps you on your toes.
|This is me being fearless and reckless -- and traveling safely with a group and a designated driver!|
Photo by Al Tom (who was also the designated driver. Thanks, Al!
So how did I get here? How did I go from shrinking violet, wallflower to out-and-about (seemingly) confident tgirl? Well that’s an interesting story. Actually, it’s a boring story, but I promise to try to make it interesting. ;)
For me and my “out” persona, being bold and confident comes down to three major factors. None of which is fearlessness...
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 1:50 AM
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
When I was a little boy, I had a lot of girlfriends. Not the romantic kind. I was too young for that. I’m talking about kindergarten. Elementary school. In the classroom and on the playground, I tended to hang out with the girls.
I was a talkative kid. Still am. Every year, my report card indicated that I needed “to spend a little less time talking to my neighbors.” Some people thought I was a flirt. And I probably was. A boy constantly talking with the girls. But now, looking back, I’m not so sure that I was flirting. I think I was engaging in girl talk. No one likes to stereotype genders, but back then the boys typically roughhoused and the girls typically chatted. While I engaged in more than my share of roughhousing, I apparently preferred chatting. And I definitely preferred the company of girls.
That all changed around the time I discovered sports -- around 4th grade of so. My competitive streak came out and I started spending my recesses with the boys playing kickball, dodgeball, and kill-the-guy-with-the-ball (a sport that I’m sure is destined to become an official Olympic competition some day). I also got the sense, somehow, that I should spend more time with the boys. Yet, I can’t recall anyone specifically telling me that. It was just a feeling. A feeling that eventually ate away at my young mind, and I succumbed to social convention.
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 2:39 AM
Sunday, June 29, 2014
I’m a pretty nice person. I work hard. I raised a family. Paid my way (or should I say, “borrowed my way”) through higher education. I vote. I recycle. And I often give to charity when I’ve got a little extra in my pocket. I’ve rescued strays. I have no criminal convictions more serious than a traffic ticket. And I often let people with one or two items go ahead of me in the grocery store line.
When I was a kid, I always went to the local fireworks on the 4th of July, always marched with my Cub Scout Troop in the Memorial Day parade, and I’ve stood in the hushed silence of the Viet Nam War Memorial and rubbed off a copy of the name of a very dear family friend.
I’m far from perfect. I’ve battled my share of demons. Broken a few hearts. Made some bad decisions. And generally acted in ways that were wholly selfish and thoughtless. But all in all, I’ve lived the majority of my life as a very conventional, traditional American citizen. And here’s the real key. I still do.
I’m not a rebel by nature. I’m generally pretty shy and quiet. I don’t go out of my way to challenge authority or upset the status quo. That’s just not my personality. It’s not something I enjoy.
But one thing I do enjoy is dressing like a woman. I don’t know why. I’ve actually stopped questioning why. I just know that I enjoy doing it. And I really enjoy hanging out with other people who enjoy doing it. And while I can’t vouch for everyone that self-identifies under the trans umbrella, most of the trans people I’ve met seem like pretty decent folks. Sure there are few assholes here and there... maybe even a few felons... but that’s true of any group in America.
For most of America’s 238 years, trans people and cross dressers like myself haven’t had much of an impact. We’ve hidden in closets, lurked in alternative clubs, and hooked up in dark alleys. But those days are over. We’re getting stronger and braver and more self-confident -- as a community and as individuals. And the numbers of openly proud and unashamed trans people are only going to grow in the coming years.
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 5:40 PM
Saturday, June 7, 2014
It was inevitable. After all of the great strides the trans community has made over the past few years, you knew there had to be backlash. You knew we were going piss someone off. And actually, the louder we get, the louder the haters will get.
I try to ignore them. And usually I can. But it hurts. So much of it is so ignorant and uninformed. And some of it is just pure hate. But the part that gets me is that so much of it is so stridently and aggressively non-curious. I’ve found transpeople to be some of the most fascinating people I know. I can’t understand why the rest of the world doesn’t want to get to know us. They’d rather dismiss us or deny our rights or deny our very right to exist.
|You can talk all the shit about me you want.|
But if you come after my friends, I’m sorry. I just can’t let that go.
A lot of this is our fault. We’ve been hiding in shame for so long. But that shame is fading. We’re getting stronger... as individuals and as a community. So this is not the time to let a few mean-spirited misinformed loudmouths set us back.
Besides, you can talk all the shit about me you want, but if you start to come after my friends, I’m sorry. I just can’t let that go.
I’m no sociologist, or gender therapist, or medical practitioner, or scientist. But then neither are the bloggers and columnists spreading the hate. They’re just writers like me. So I figure my opinion is as valid as theirs.
Here’s what they’re saying:
“You’re not women. Stop saying you are.”
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 5:18 PM
Sunday, April 27, 2014
With a title like that you’re probably wondering what the heck this blog has to do with crossdressing and the transgender life. But as I’m gradually coming to learn, nearly everything we encounter these days impacts tgirls and our struggle for acceptance.
Let’s start, sadly, with the Los Angeles Clippers. I’m not a big NBA basketball fan, but I know of Donald Sterling and of his troubled 33-year ownership of LA’s “other” basketball team. This weekend, he was allegedly caught on tape making some extremely derogatory remarks about African-Americans. Understandably, his remarks have caused a firestorm in the press and around the sports world.
But the saddest reaction is that of so many who have said -- they’re not surprised. Because what we all know -- in our heart of hearts -- is that while civil rights legislation and equal rights marches have helped to change the law of the land here in the U.S., we cannot control someone’s mind or deep-seated beliefs. We cannot legislate hate.
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 8:44 PM
Monday, April 14, 2014
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Here’s something for my friends back east and up north -- enduring all those cold nights, long blizzards, and that fearsome whirlwind known as the polar vortex. Quite honestly, this won’t help at all. I moved away from New England and all that cold long ago. But maybe this will give you something to think about as you look out at all those snowflakes coming down.
Like most people I was raised to believe that there were two genders. Male and female. Simple. Two boxes to check off on every school form and every job application I ever filled out. Boys were blue. Girls were pink. And therefore I was blue.
Snakes and snails and puppy dog tails.
But a funny thing happened on the way to adulthood. Or even adolescence. I started to feel like maybe I wasn’t quite the same as the other boys. I felt different. Odd. And quite often, I felt a little bit girlie.
Like many others, I repressed those feelings. Hid them. Denied them. Buried them in the backyard with all of our beloved pets who’d been hit by cars.
Later in life, when I started exploring my feminine side, I started to see variations in the world. Maybe gender wasn’t binary. Maybe it wasn’t so black and white. Or pink and blue. I remember seeing continuums online. Self-tests that one could take in the privacy of one’s home.
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 7:47 PM
Thursday, February 6, 2014
In response to some of the questions and comments I’ve received over the years, I thought I’d take a moment to clear up some things. About my hair, my diet, my smile, and that “bullet hole” in my chest. I’m sorry that so much of trans life is reduced to the physical and the superficial. But that seems to be the way of the world these days. And I’d be dishonest to say that my look doesn’t mean a lot to me or that I haven’t taken a lot of time and trouble to refine it.
The interesting thing is that so many supposed weaknesses that I felt self-conscious about as a child or as a male have now become strengths. Funny how that works out.
|Photo by Altomic Visuals. November 2013|
- No. This is not my real hair. It’s an 80‘s-style blonde punk “gimmick wig” that I have to beat into submission to achieve the look I like. I wear the wig tilted to the side because I prefer the part in my hair to be on the side rather than the middle of my head. (And no, that is not comfortable.) Props to Stephanie Danderson - a makeover artist and icon in the Vegas trans/drag scene. Stephanie taught me how to add dark coloring to the roots to make the wig look more realistic and less monotone. (Without the roots, my look had a rather washed-out appearance.) NOTE: this treatment is not good for wigs. The wigs I buy are not high quality, and I go through several of them in a year.
Posted by CiCi Kytten at 3:45 AM