I'd love to discuss the logistics of having sex in high drag. How does one negotiate pantyhose and Guido?

They don't care usually what comes off, as long as the wig stays on (which I believe will someday be the title of my bio). As long as that happy party hat is on your head- you are still a special girl, but once it comes off you are just a fey boy with smeared make-up (if any is left), and the boys don't really go for that (to reality based, I guess). TIP: always bring them back to your abode, so when it is over, they leave, and you can wash the residual off, and go to bed comfortably without all the accoutrements.

Girl no disrespect hear--and I know you're a pro but my experience has been that once the genitals are involved the wig is insignificant. I had a chaser once who said in a heated session " Let it fall off - it doesn't matter". But hey they're all different. Thanks for the tip. I've noticed though that if I don't act while the fire's hot (which I usually don't because my business is buried so deep in pantyhose, not to mention my dogs barking from being on my feet all night) that it doesn't happen. Not meaning to sterotype but chasers are not usually good for dates, only the moment.

I think that sex in drag becomes a different thing for so many of us, and I know this from girl talk with my friends. For me, it is the wig, and once that is off, for me, I am no longer 'a girl.' Whether that is my own energy, or that of the chaser of the moment who happens to be there or what. To respond to your point- I think it depends on various factors: the chaser's own comfort level with his sexuality, the blood alcohol level, the time of night (sunrise is never our friend), their previous experiences with girls and/or boys, and their fetishistic nature and desires. Some of them don't care whether the wig is on or off, though most prefer on in my experience. I also think that there exist unexplained aspects of the whole tranny sex phenomenon that we, even though we are participants, will never truly understand."º

I'm hoping to get some discussion going on the subject of "Chasers". Although they, like everyone, are individuals with differences I still think there are some beliefs and prejudices that reflect in some widespread behaviors.

Gorgeous topic Rose
For me sex in ladiness has to have some preparation. I agree with Randella, that it is always better to have a man you feel comfy with to join you at your place. Of course always use good judgement, we have all had the tricks that want to set up camp once inside the castle. A good balance of illusion as well as comfort for entertaining a special "friend". I recommend always having a lounging wig, you know something more casual, less involved than say a B. Miller
confection, that way you keep the done hair and can enjoy the illusion at the same time. He will think you've gone into the bathroom and brushed out your hair for his roaming fingers. Also, a sexy lounging robe or dressing gown allows you to take off the hardware and still look soft and alluring. Hairy legs are less offensive on a girl under the cloak of satin. I do think if you are less than blessed in the boobies, keep on the brassiere, it turns them on peeking out of your nightie. Just wanted to add my two cents.

Well let's see, when I plowed Randella she did keep the wig on most of the time. Well, until she shot her load on my tits. Then I grabbed it off her head to wipe myself off. Was I turned off by her natural hairline or was I just ready to snooze after doing my bizness?

Then there was the time I was tittyfucking Sweetie and she ripped off her bra halfway through the action. Did the fall of her pushup make me go limp or was it the burning sensation I got from the sandpaper effect of her bare chest?

It's so hard to make these distinctions. There's so much grey area... but we'll talk about Hattie another time

Miss U, I am so sorry that I have no recollection
of our sensuous rendevous. If you would stop slipping your dates rophynol they might enjoy the experience as well. I would love to know what it would feel like to have your little wet mushroom in between my amble bazooms, I have never had sex with a man in the circus union, You were my first.
When I awoke out of my drugged stupor I was wondering why I was craving cotton candy and corn dogs. OOH now I'm hungry, I guess I should call Paula.

I have yet to enjoy the company of a man while in high drag. But one night, after leaving QueenMother quite late, I was walking thru the Meat Packing District with my girlfriend Jiffy Pop and a man stopped his car and wanted to talk to me. We continued to stroll down the cobblestone street. I tried to ignore him, but he was in heat and followed us around the corner begging for my attention. I found myself uninterested - even though he was cute. Jiffy Pop was trying to move in on him saying we came as a package deal(Some know her as Holiday Special). She's a ho. But it was my affection he was longing for.
Unfortunately, I had to reject the young hottie. I did approach the car to talk to him, but the begging became too much to bare. After thinking about it, I shyed away because I didn't even know what voice to talk in or how to carry my "drag persona" into a sexual situation. Any suggestions ladies?

Bobby here AKA Holiday Special AKA Jiffy Pop..Well first of all a note to Ginger: It was me he was interested in..Knowing your first timer status regarding being picked up by a street trick..I felt it was better to let you have a go at such a circumstance and secondly there really is no harm in learning the ropes from first hand experience. And thanks Sweetie for the reference to my hair design work I would dread thinking that my work would be in danger of being destroyed by the overly eagar greasy hands of some john . I think your idea of slipping quietly into the bathroom to "brush out" your hair is just another great part of the evenings illusion. I myself on many occasions have simply dazzeled the gentleman with my enormous ladymeat and as Rose stated previously, once the meat is out, they seem to care less about furthering any illusion than getting it all up their butt. But really ladies, is this any topic for such delicate creatures as we? Oh and Ginger, if you are reading this, pay close attention to this wise words of wisdom found here. These girls are real pros and you can learn a real bundle of smarts..

Jiffy, I'm sure your banter is based on some recollection you have about our evening out at QueenMother. However, I will politely correct you and say that I was the only one wearing a bubble gum pink coat that night - and the young man in the car did say "Hey you in the pink coat!", and thats verbatim.
But don't worry Jiffy, there are plenty of men riding around at 6am looking for a gal just like you! Keep your chin(s) up babe.

You two stop it right now! Mom is here and I'm going to type her response as she tells it to me:

Sex on the street is so two years ago. May I humbly suggest you try:

a)Incest
b)Sex with crustaceans
c)pegboys

If you are a mother and daughter, I can speak from experience, when men are involved, my daughter aggravates their worst instincts. There is a degree of indecency and commoness that suggests a loose nature and when men see that they lose control.

Get your asses uptown to work the streets.

Love,
Mama Sabrina

Now it's my turn.

You're a bunch of low life, vile hussies.
Ginger you know very well what to do with your lady meat. How else could you have won the First Time in Pumps contest. You're a couple of cheating floozies influencing the judges as you did with your ladymeat.

Mama Sabrina suffers silently but I won't!

Well first of all I must register the thrill of seeing a posted messege from the great Sabrina, even if it is posted by the feminine fingers of Rose Royalle herself in Sabrina's stead. We have got to get the Red Cross or some suitable charity outfit to donate a laptop or the like to Mother Sabrina in order to get her here online and contributing on a regular basis. I know what a dyed in the wool ludite she is but she has so much wisdom that the children could really benefit from.
Secondly, as far as my own daughter Ginger is concerned it can now be said that the only reason that she won first time in pumps was that she had flashed the judges her ladymeat and made certain promises to certain judges that her aforementioned ladymeat could be had if a certain girl was to walk away with the first place prize. I had nothing to do with this exchange of cheap promises, I thought I had rasied my daughter better, but you know how these children can be. Always a rush to claw their way to the top. In the long run, I am sure the judges, all ladymeat lovers and KiKi queens themselves, saw fit to give her the top prize based on her "talent" and not the promise of some of her ladymeat.
And finally , Ginger is right, The man in the car did yell " Hey You in the pink coat and the bow legs, come over here and gimme some of that ladymeat." I was proud that she handled herself in an appropriate manner and staved him off for another day..

It is common knowledge that in some species, the elders of the group will bully and target the youngest (and most beautiful). I feel that is what is happening to me, Miss Ginger, in this sordid scenario. Having full understanding that jealousy wears many m asks, I will take the high road in replying to my detractors - INCLUDING MY OWN MOTHER. I, Ginger, am a tasteful and tactful young queen. My stunning and stylish performance at QueenMother won me the crown fair and square. My "ladymeat", although impressi ve, had nothing to do with my blowing the competition out of the water. Tens across the board ladies, the last time you hags have seen those kind of numbers was during a heated game of bingo I'm sure.
So keep in mind that your hypocrisy is evident. Ros e Royalle had the nerve to make a moral judgment on me for considering getting into a strangers car, and in her next breath admitted that she did that very thing six times last week. Sabrina is still running around claiming that her breasts are real and H oliday Special/Jiffy Pop, my neglectful mother, is living under the grand delusion that all men are hopelessly drawn to her special brand of "beauty". Sharpen the knives ladies! Ginger is here to stay and no amount of undeserved abuse, fueled by raging envy, will force me back into the closet - even from my own flock!
And back to the real matter at hand, sex in drag. I want to put the word out that I will consider filming my very first drag/sex encounter to release a short film entitled " The Delicate Deflowering of Miss Ginger". See you gargoyles, I mean gals , later..

p.s. I find the term "ladymeat" crass and inappropriate for describing my tender and dignified loins. Please refer to my personal areas as "Girly Tubesteak".

[This message was edited by GINGER on 05-02-01 at 03:27 AM.]

Ladies Please!
Let's have a little dignity here. What is it about mothers and daughters?
"With a mother and son the cord is never really cut." - Edina Monsoon
Anyway, I was there the night Ginger took home the crown (never to give it back). She was stunning and completely deserved to win. Of course being the daughter of the great hairdresser Bobby Miller what judge in their right mind would give Ginger anything other than 10's across the board! It would be glamour suicide.

Daddy, now that you've entered the cyber den of the lionesses we're going to have to spill the beans. We know from our sources that you were the man in the car, checking on your daughters.
Mother Sabrina believes that supervision knows no limits and encourages you to continue the good work. (I have her on the phone from the home--they allow her incoming calls)

Your x-mistress,the Miller woman, needs to take her daughter to a Clinic for that dreaded disease that she suffers from - C.I.S.! (Chronic Ingenue Syndrome) where she can get the help she needs.
The way she stole the attentions of that eligible nice young Italian man-what was his name? - oh, the model Anthony, from right under my nose by exposing her breasts in public again! She really needs to be put away.

Unluckily these very bright young girls happen to be of base interest to men of a certain calibre and draw the eye of desire rather than exciting the cerebral hemispheres. Beauty has it's virtues but there's something to be said for maintaining a certain level of decorum to these discussions, ladymeat pleasures not withstanding.

well ,well well, Being a young princess myself I have had to test those waters as well.It takes some time before you conquer the take thie wig off an top the guy routine.One guy who I thought was just yummy harley guy I took home an I looked superb that night it was the sperm party that was held there , I had on skin tight denim capris an a soft yellow off the shoulder blouse with my mini mounds sitting on top. Need less to say we got back to my place after the liitle dive in his red pickup... he then came in an asked to shave next thing I Know, he is on my bed on all fours, an well being the shy innocent trannie girl I didnt know what to do. I mean the losing my virginity in the west village not too far from the peirs, was one thing but this once cute guy with his harley looks was on my bed screeming make me your bitch with one of my wigs was just insanity. So sex in high drg is one thing but sexin high drag with another drag is another thing.Needless to say, I got a nice blouse an a very comfortable bra from the evenings work.!

Well..I can see this is headed down an ugly little path. Miss Royalle..I would ask that you keep your sharp claws out of my daugter Gingers delicate and beautiful lily-white skin..A mother's rath is best avoided. As for your ageing decrepid mother living in that home where you sent her..well she is a sweet dear and it is a shame that you have seen fit to put her in that old folks home so far ahead of her time. As for my daughter Ginger..Well she can really do no harm. She is a good girl with high moral fiber and I will defend her to my death. That "model" Ant-ney knew her previously during her boarding school days in Staten Island. They were merely re-newing an old aquaintence. And I know for a fact that she never flashed her ladie-mounds to anyone the night of the contest with the exception of the one judge Miss Sweetie. (As we all know Miss Sweetie has a penchent for young nubile flesh, though I am sure her judgeing abilities had nothing to do with that encounter).
And as for Mr. Dynel. He was a fair observer the night in question seeing the stage from his musical perch. I'm sure he saw everything with the exception of the very few moments he was busy under the turntable "straightening" out he young latino's zipper problem. Other than that I am sure he never missed a moment of the contest. Honestly! How some people remember things.0

First of all, that was Super Model Anthony in the booth that night and secondly there are two "L's" in DYNELL!

Daddy, Sorry to have confused the spelling of your name with the wig fiber of a different spelling. It's a hairdressing thing hon.

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