56% Male...

When I saw this site for Gender Analyzer, naturally I had to see how the gender of the writer of this blog reads to an artificial intelligence algorithm compared to other blogs.

We guess http://barbaratalbot.blogspot.com/ is written by a man (56%), however it's quite gender neutral.

Not that surprising, really. I am after all genetically and living as a male happily.

Playing Barbies...

After the initial shock of learning that hubby is a transvestite, my wife started helping out with primping sessions. When she would purse her lips and lean in close as she applied some eye shadow, or sensually traced on some lip liner I could see her as a little girl playing with one of those Barbie heads.

These dress-up sessions, often after a whirlwind of thrifting, were referred to as "Playing Barbies."

We haven't really had the time or the privacy lately. We used to worry not at all about the baby, but now that she's terribly two and talking it seemed a little discretion is called for.

Today my wife brought out a package of glue on toe-nail tips and asked "Wanna play?"

I readily agreed. Not much of a sacrifice on my part holding my feet out for pampering as I blurfed the web.

Thrilled with the results I of course wanted pictures.

This was the best result.

It's good to be Barbie.

Update on spectators.

A few of the "spectators" viewing my blog get here from Google Images. I grin a little when I see a"hit" where they get here from searching "spectator pumps" and run (as I imagine) screaming when they realize those legs belong to a tranny!For quite some time I am the only actual picture of a "real" person on page one of Google Images for that search. Yes, technically they are spectator pumps, but in my view, not a very good example of such. I prefer ones that have a blended male/female stile with wingtip type detail. I think any black/white combination pump can be called a spectator.

I decided if I am going to be famous for my spectators it should be for cuter ones!

Why homes need one bathroom per girl/gurl.

My wife bought a knick-knack (sans paddy whack) at a charity rummage sale. It says, "Where love dwells, no house is too small." Bull-pucky I say.

Our other house is 4-5 bedrooms, 2.5 baths, 2200 square feet with a garage as well. Owe more than its worth (like 20% of America), should probably give it back to the bank. Especially since we aren't living there. Well, Barbara's wardrobe for the most part still lives there but that's a really expensive closet.

This house we rent for $525 a month, comes with mature pecan trees and likely less than 1,000 feet (including a poorly done enclosed porch addition), one bath, two bedrooms. I tried to get more bathroom time by getting a mirror for the oldest daughters room for make-up and hair, that helped a little.

Last night, I decided to do something about my legs. This is a several day process to wax them myself. I began and in 10 minutes, she was banging on the door. I vacated, and tried again in an hour, same result. Finally gave up realizing with no overtime the house is relatively kid free in the daytime, so I finished as much as I was going to today and shaved the rest.

Sad really how this seems to be a progressive condition, feminizing I mean. In the past (long past) slipping into a stolen swimsuit in the bathroom and a couple turns in the mirror sufficed. Now, I eye with disdain my hairy chest, next on the list.

I had shaved my head clean for the last 4 years or so, and am experimenting with growing what little is left. I added a beard as well, knowing my wife favors the look. She was a bit indifferent, (justifiably) pointing out that its sure to go if Barbara comes to visit.

I have been wearing jeans today so I have been able to avoid molesting my legs. My wife laughs a bit about how hard it is for me to avoid touching my legs when they are smooth. It's just that they don't feel like mine to me, but better.

She's got legs.......

Kinda manly, hirsute legs.

I've been wanting to wax for a while, time/endorphins/assistance/courage have been in short supply.

I have read a lot, and experimented more about hair removal in its many forms. I have tried for Alyssa Milano's legs with Veet. I have shaved with from one to four blades. I have waxed with horribly sticky purple goo, to pleasant citrus-y green honey-sweet Nads. (Something tells me Nad's doesn't mean the same thing in Australia!) I have even removed a few stray hairs with tweezers and once, needle nose pliers! What I have come to believe is that hair grows in cycles with various follicles falling out at various times in no real pattern. Some days smooth smooth legs are assaulted the very next day with a growth of previously dormant follicles, and other times re-growth is slower.

It does seem that if you keep after it the follicles go into remission bit. Such was the case a month ago. There was one smoothly waxed patch on a thigh where I had given up and shaved the rest. I observed that the waxed portion was more sparsely repopulated with new growth. I was going to re-wax, then foolishly put it off because of a Doctor's visit. In the mean time the hairs have gotten too long to comfortably wax.

Resolved: To post more often.

Whether I have something to say about crossdressing or not, I have decided to approach the blog daily if possible again.

I find myself with time on my hands with the elimination of overtime at work, I was putting in an extra 60 hours every other week, so in theory I could spend 120 hours a month typing. I don't think that I have quite THAT much to say, though.

I was reading a blog the other day (Cate's) where the reason for the blog is on hold so she decided to avoid blogging while she gets her feet under her emotionally. I was reading from my horribly inadequate interface on my Motorola Razor 3, so naturally I could not leave a comment. What I was going to suggest (selfishly) was that she SHOULD continue to write, ostensibly for its cathartic effect. In fact I just want her to write (and post scintillating pics)for my own entertainment.

I shall suggest she include fashion insights, photography or in desperation, recipe posts as long as it involves bare feet and a short apron in the kitchen. But I digress.

Google-y eyes on me.

This was my first Blog, and when it started I updated it just about everyday. I wasn't sure what it was going to encompass, and since I had no other place for everyday thoughts I put them here too. I used to get a fair number of those odd Google matches that other bloggers have reported. I used to giggle at the thought of someone shopping for Gillian and O'Malley bras and finding a tranny wearing one.

I moved on somewhat in Blogging with the my wife in a sexy/kinky blog that had a lot more racy language then seems appropriate to Barbara's staid vernacular. For some reason we still get tons of hits there from the phrase "cum lips" which doesn't actually appear in that blog, but the words do separately in the same sentence. (the inordinately clever of the readers here might well find the other blog from that hint alone.)

Here, I seem to get hits from pictures. Specifically one of me wearing what I described as spectator pumps. They aren't quite as spectacularly "spectator-y" as my latest pair, but they have come to reside on page one of Google images for that phrase. Interesting bit of fame, that.

Lately, the profile picture here seems to get a lot of Google images hits. I cant seem to back-track it to determine under what search parameters it shows up, but evidently it does.

I wonder, when someone sees it in Google images do they think, hmm is that a dude? and click to investigate? or do they think, "hmmm, what a saucy looking wench, might she have nudes extant on her page?"

Not too long ago one of those hits on my head shot was from an upscale town adjacent to the one I more or less grew up in. They stayed a very long time. I pondered a bit the possibility that someone thought, hmm slightly familiar face..." A bit worrisome, but then again not. I really think I am fairly comfortable with myself. I do worry though that my wife and kids would suffer a lot in the very small parochial town we no reside in.

I asked her about it and she stated again her unqualified support for Barbara's persona. Strange though because (among other of her reasons) she has removed all posts from our joint blog that she authored because of fear of discovery here. True to her stated resolve though, she has left intact her "wife of a crossdresser" blog. I don;t link it directly here to help keep her privacy, and she hasn't updated it in ages. (Owing mostly to my lack of crossdressing activity as of late.) I am rambling here, but wanted to post something to keep Barbara alive a bit..