Driver-less Cars?

Once again our friends on the West Coast (California) are leading the way and allowing new technology- a driver-less car!
Initially, this idea locked me up with the number of cheap shots I could come up with! Would the driver-less car ahead of me use turn signals, at least drive the speed limit and not freeze up in a four car traffic jam??? Hey! Bring it on in my town!!!!!!!!

The Jetsons

Then I thought this technology would be very beneficial to me in the not so distant future. I'm really close to to 63 now and if the force is with me I hopefully will make it a little longer. My Dad lived a strong life, finally mentally losing it in his mid 80's. It was heartbreaking hiding the keys from a man who loved his cars.
In my future, I will now have a driver! Maybe I will have a little bumper sticker that says "Don't Blame Granny-Computer Behind the Wheel!"
Hopefully, the whole deal will be tamper proof. Will my daughter hide the keys to the computer?
I can visualize heading to the store or stopping for a cup of coffee with other peeps my age. (Will the men ever get over their sexual insecurities by then?)
Will the ride be similar to a super roller coaster at a big theme park? I'm thinking 35 miles an hour?
The experience could go both ways. If I can panic at those super sonic speeds , override the car's computer to get that speed down to a more manageable 25 and make left hand turns out of far right lanes- will I?
More importantly, will I be able to be fashionably incorrect and dress like "Jane Jetson" at the grocery store?
A computerized closet?

Hot Lanta!

For those of you who have expressed interest, Stana over at Femulate recently posted a look at the Atlanta Womanless Cotillion go here to check it out!

The "T" Word

As you have probably guessed, I may be just a bit of a cynic.
Every once in a while I see a complete lack of humor in the transgender community.
Believe me, I'm with all of you. I too have experienced the struggles and discrimination we face.  It's hurtful and  tragic...but...

A new comedy set for Sydney Opera House is under fire from transpeople who view the word “tranny” as just as offensive as “faggot” or the n-word.

I guess I'm looking at a double standard here. No I hate being called a "tranny" or even a "drag queen". In this instance this reference though is just too good to pass up!

Just get your best friend to be the dog ,  retrieve that red curly wig from your closet and  you could win a Halloween costume contest!

Trans-Current

Halloween continues to sneak up on us and here is a place for you to look for unique costume ideas.
It's called Etsy I'm passing along a plus sized costume section here.

On cable or satellite television:

Coming up this weekend in my part of the world, The National Geographic Channel is promoting a Transgender Episode on it's Taboo Series this weekend. It's called Changing Genders and to be truthful with you seems to be a bit on the sensational side. The couple above are a trans man and trans woman which is innocent enough.  BUT!
Another featured person on the show is Chris Tina, a trans body builder pictured above. Good for her to pursue her dream-bad for us to have her representing the rest of us in anyway. Another part of the preview I saw (which I hope I'm over reacting to) was a rather drag queen looking person or persons. Who we know aren't interested in changing genders at all.

At any rate, we will see Sunday, September 30th at 10:00 pm Eastern Time. (US)

Trans Surfing

Over the course of Cyrsti's Condo's I have tried to pass along milestones which have shaped my transgender world.
From our dusty archives I pulled this post from a couple years ago:


"I had a great time last night with two women (genetic).  I was invited to a "girl's night out" for lite dinner and drink. Both of them are in their mid 20's and quite attractive. My best case was to be mistaken for a mom or older sister. I didn't know the worst case was to become invisible!
 We had unknowingly made plans at an upscale pub/eatery at an outdoor mall in the area. The only problem was the mall was staging a free "Gin Blossom" concert at the same time and the place was PACKED. I know I don't present as female to all the folks all the time so I judge my success or failure on percentages. My unofficial tally was that I got busted by about 5 people out of 100. I'll take that!
 As soon as we left the bar and went to our table, I stopped worrying because I became invisible! My mother in law years ago had told me about something like this.
 My sister in law used to be really attractive and Mom said she rarely even got a glance when she was with her. I had never experienced such a thing. After all, last night was my first time out with two young attractive women. They had several guys stop by the table to chat and they never even looked my direction! In fact one guy never looked at either one of us. He only talked to the one friend at the table. Hell it didn't matter if I was transgender, pink or green! Actually, I'm not upset and the evening was a great success. I was fortunate to learn another little lesson on how the "other half" lives."

I wonder if either of them ever knew how much the evening meant to me!

Horror Scope

Venus DeMars

Here we go again! A trip to "astrology land" with our latest Cyrsti's Condo Horror Scope! It's another juicy one!


Libra (September 23-October 22): You can’t control your honey and this week they might get out of sorts. However, instead of wanting to hide under the furniture in shame, you may take pride in the fact that your baby can be so bold and so direct, despite the brutishness. Sure, you never like getting your feathers ruffled, but if you can preen together afterwards, all will be sweetly forgiven.

Get yours here!

From the Inside Out.

Aura and the state of gender has always fascinated me from the first time a person slipped up and called me mam when I was totally not (externally).
All that time, I thought I was doing an incredible job acting as an alpha male.
I'm a believer in the theory we all have a blend of both genders within us. Of course the blend shifts internally on occasion and intuitive people will pick up on it.
Recently, a good friend of mine and I went on one of my favorite tours with her- an historical restoration tour. Yes, I am a geek and I loved it!!!
In order to start the tour, you had to have one of those paper wrist bands similar to the ones you get at clubs or bars to prove you were carded (age).
There was a man passing out the wrist bands. I have written here in Cyrsti's Condo to some extent of my dealings with the male gender, so I was a little tentative as I held out my wrist.
He just gave me a little smile and said "Oh you want me to put it on for you...sure" I wasn't trying to be all girly or anything (I thought it was the way it worked)  but I think it came off that way to him and in return my inner girl responded. It was nice he did it for me.
So often we in transgender community dwell so hard on the external part of our beings, we totally overlook our inner selves.
Take that mirror of yours and look inside for a change!

Boys Will Be Girls

Several years ago a British show featured a "boy" band turned "girl" band.

Most of the transformations were unremarkable except for two.  Here they are!

Have a Blessed Day!

Recently I had the opportunity to listen and talk to one of those infamous phone information systems designed to decrease employment and dehumanize the world. You know-outsourcing humanity to a machine. What's better? A rude human or an unfeeling machine?
The machine I encountered was at least an an upscale one with options one through 1000. Fifteen options and five minutes into the call I tentively made my selection. Perhaps I would reach nirvana and reach that stern person who was probably still listing options such as "if you wish to reach the Sunday night cleaning crew push #905." I'm certain the feeling would be similar to winning that imaginary lottery I think about all the time.
Needlessly, I shouldn't have risked all that emotion because once again I heard the not so dulcet tones of yet another recorded voice. This voice directed me to give my life's history in 30 seconds. Perhaps I discovered the true home of "Big Brother". Surely all my name, rank and serial number information would be forwarded to a top secret spy service designed to track me down in a future roundup.
It was too late to turn back. If indeed I wanted to avail myself of "Oz", I had to survive this storm trooper whose job it was to screen the mortals who may want to seek his services. I had to respect how concise the voice was. She brought back fond memories of Army basic training drill sergeants as she said: "Don't call me, I will call you in maybe two business days. If you do call, remember I only work 8 to 3 with a lunch break between 11 and noon."
Giving credit where credit is due though, she did finish with a flourish: "Have a Blessed Day!"
Really? She should know I already did. I survived the phone torture!