I wear a girdle. I am the only person in my immediate family who wears girdles. However, my dear departed Mother wore girdles and growing up, I often borrowed her girdles. Since I take after her, that’s probably one reason why I wear girdles. (The other reason is to femininely shape my body.)
I have been throwing around the term “nancyboy” to describe a feminine/feminized male. But after receiving a comment from a reader concerning that term, I thought about it and realized it is incorrect. The correct term is “nancygirl.”
My reasoning is that “nancy-whatever” is supposed to be the opposite of “tomboy.” Since tomboy is combination of a male name (Tom) and the word “boy,” the opposite should be a combination of a female name (Nancy) and the word “girl” (not boy). (You would have to be nit-picker like me to worry about piddly stuff like this, but I am a nit-picker and so it goes.)
We feed the birds, squirrels, chipmunks and whatever wildlife shows up to eat the bird seed and peanuts I put out every morning. (Besides the usual suspects, we also had a deer and her two does, three raccoons, a groundhog and a bear.)
The leaves are starting to turn here and some have already fallen, but the wildlife continues to show-up to dine with one exception: the hummingbirds. Seems that they got out of Dodge early this week. I am saddened by their departure and the prospects of a long winter ahead.
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| Wearing Venus |
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| Femulating in Paris, circa 1960 |
