Those Are (Sort Of) The Rules, Smile For The Camera And Delete or Not to Delete?

 Rules; In a earlier post I talked about the need to get my place organized. I would like to say the organizing project is starting to take shape... slowly. I have become very strict with rules surrounding my time management and other habits I truly needed to address. No simple task since I suffer from OLSS, Oh Look Something Shiny... My penchant for being distracted is only out done by my super human ability to procrastinate. Rather then allowing myself to become overwhelmed but size of the task, I have allocated 2 hours per day for the project. This seems to be working and even though it does not feel like I am getting a lot done in two hours, those hours add up to a lot of productivity. 

 I have come up with a short but effective list of rules that will help me change some very detrimental habits. It is all very simple stuff. Going to bed at a decent hour, drinking more water ( I am chronically dehydrated), exercising and establishing other routines to reinforce much needed positive changes. I purposely made the rules as simple and practical as I could so they could be followed with success. One would think that having to create rules like this would be unnecessary. Getting proper rest, eating right, getting some exercise in cleaning up after yourself... all this should go with out saying. The reality is that not only does it need to be said, it needs to be written down. What we know intellectually more times then not, never gets practical application in our daily lives. 

 Smile; This will not be news to my Facebook friends, but I discovered that there are at least two Pintrest (freaking love Pintrest) boards where I am the sole subject. I do know that my photos have been posted to other peoples boards with transgender or say makeup themes for quite a while now. Even a dating sight for people over 40 had created a Pintrest profile and tried to use my photos (they were just randomly taking photos off Pintrest and using them). It took some effort to have those photos removed but eventually it happend. Overall just discovering people took the time to make boards about you is very cool. 

 I also noted that my Flickr profile has grown 1.5 million page views. That is a staggering number to me and most of that attention started after I started coming out and getting better with my look and finding my own style as a woman. It does sound shallow (and don't get me started on my Instagram page), but as I got "better looking" I got noticed more. That is how the internet works; The more people notice something , the more that something shows up in searches and feeds and thus more people see it. Next thing you know you have gone "viral" like a lab culture at a STD clinic. 

 I want this attention, and I tell you why; It is validation, showing the world who I am. It is vindication, proving to myself that I am not forever trapped in that male husk. It is the thrill of leading a double life. Like a spy or superhero. I still exist in the male world to run my business and pay the bills. So people who know me as male have walked right past me with out a second look. Even my own brother walked right past me once.

 In the past friends joked about the number of photos I was posting when I first came out. I was eager to document every outing, every outfit, every moment. As a transwoman I can tell you almost every one of us craves the camera. Like a person who can' stop looking at a mirror, we need to see the woman that lives inside us. Photographs prove she exists, and with more validity then a grainy photo of Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster. 

 Think of it like a new parent who photographs the shit out of every moment of the newborn's life (yes you M.S.S.). Exciting, new, proud... This is what it is like for a girl like me. My coming out was the symbolic of being reborn. It sounds dramatic, but it is not. A lot of my "straight" friends will never know how it feels to have a whole identity hidden away inside of you. That identity fighting to get out, fighting to express it's self. So when those moments comes and the girl inside is let out, you grab that camera, and like the parents of the newborn, you photograph the shit out of her.

 As a side note, part of me wants to delete most of my past posts. I am going to end up rehashing some of the material I covered two years ago. This is because my perspective on a number of issues I wrote about has changed based on the experiences I have had as a transwoman over these past years. One part says keeping the older posts will give this blog a historical perspective and add understanding to where I am coming from. The other side says, I am not the same woman I was then. Keeping those postings will serve nothing and much like organizing my place, I need a fresh start. So if anyone has any thoughts on the matter, please let me know.

Thanks for reading!

Candi

Bunnies.

 Growing up I would dream that I would wake up as a real girl. I had this dream thousands of times with hundreds of variations of the how and why I became the girl I should have been. I still have this dream to this day, although with some rarity now that I express my true self with complete freedom.

 Being a child of the sixties and seventies, one of the largest icons I wanted emulate was a Playboy Bunny. Lord I wanted to be a Bunny so bad. The costumes, with the girls breasts swelling out of the top and the deep curves of the tapered waistlines, The high heel pumps and sexy ears and tails, I wanted to be one of them with all my heart. Even in my transformation dreams, one of the recurring themes was that I became a Bunny walking around in my costume. Now as a adult (questionable by some standards) I do understand how those women were treated and objectified by the heavily masochistic culture of the day. Yet even now, armed with this knowledge, part of me still wants to be that sexy girl in the naughty costume. flaunting my sexuality for those around me.

 There was also another influence on me back then. Months ago on my Facebook page I also wrote about as a child, discovering cartoon drawings by artists such as Bill Ward and Jack Cole among others of that period. Below are examples of the drawings. Mr Ward's are on the right and Mr Cole's on the left. These exaggerated depictions of the female form also fueled my desire to be the girl knew I was on the inside.

 The power images like the drawings above and the photos of women in bunny costumes and others had (and still in a way do) over me was like a drug. A escape from the fact that I was not a girl and at that time, had no no hope of ever becoming. The depression and hopelessness was staggering. I came close to no surviving the struggle a few times. I am no longer that isolated child, thinking that they are the only one in the world with these "feelings". With nowhere to turn, afraid to tell anyone at all, I survived but only by a thread.

 As a child with less understanding of "what" I was in terms of being transgendered, it was daunting. But I did survive because I have spent a lifetime compartmentalizing almost every aspect of who I am as a person. Putting every thing that made me up into boxes and thus mitigating internal conflict. There was a box for the girl, A box for the Boy. A box for school. A box for friends, A box for family and as I got older a box for work, Anyone who knows me, only knows me through the one or two boxes they can see into. Putting up these internal walls served a purpose and kept me alive through some very tough times. But the cost of maintaining those walls is steep. Almost no one will ever know me fully. I will never really allow myself complete freedom to fully be who I am in many ways. Breaking down those walls has proven to be a impossible task.

 So if I can not take down the walls and eliminate boxes, I can work around them through this blog.
I have said this in some of my older posts; Blogging is a way of exercising ones daemons. A way of stepping out of yourself and looking back to see what the world sees of you. No matter what you are going through, a journal or blog will help with perspective.

I wish I could really explain what it is like to be something, someone completely different on the inside then you are on the outside. The best way to describe what it is like being transgendered for me is to think of it like being in a room one other person. It is just the two of you. The other person is just out of sight. You know them and you want to walk over to them but as you try and close the gap the other person keeps moving away. Always just out of reach but always calling out to you. It is a game of cat and mouse between who you are and who you are in your heart.

Thank you all for being here with me.

Candi.

Running and My Addiction to M.A.C. (Two Separate Topics).

 So this morning I went for a run at 5:30. I started out fine but I suddenly remembered something. I remembered that I have not ran at all in almost a year. A series of crippling gout attacks last year made even going up and down stairs a major effort. Worse yet, wearing heels was impossible! The pain was really the lasting effects the attacks had my ankle joints. So there I was this morning in the dark and cold (cold for Arizona anyway) plodding along. Tracking every stride on my chosen running app. And it was good. Probably more walking then I care to admit, but a nice start back. The route was a two mile loop I used to run through the neighborhood at a pace that could be recorded using a sundial (had the sun been up).

 I am a M.A.C. girl, a total "MAC-anista". Yes I just made that up, but feel free to use it. The main reason I use M.A.C. products is coverage. Because I am transitioning from a yucky boy into a very cool girl my makeup needs are very different from the average woman. I use the Prolong Wear line of liquid foundations and concealers along with M.A.C.'s Studio Fix line of pressed powders in matching shades. In the winter I use a slightly darker shade then I do during the warmer months.  I also use their Blot Powder for shading when contouring and I have just discovered a finishing powder that is part of the Studio Careblend line, I am a big fan. I use o lot of M.A.C. blushes and bronzers also. The biggest thing is to ask a professional to help you pick out products that work best for you. Not just matching colors, but addressing any skin issues (oily, dry, etc...). Doing it yourself could result in waisted  time and money. And M.A.C. is very trans friendly and is equally good about providing samples (some products can't be sampled because of packaging) They have a fantastic return policy too. The store I go to is amazing and I have become good friends with several of the staff. I need to give a gig shout out to my girlfriend Megan at the store who has been a great help and a dig supporter of my transition from the first time I walked through the door.

The Store locations also hold technique classes and provide lessons and makeovers.It is always worth the investment on quality products and brushes. My motto is "A $40 foundation is worth 10 $8 foundations. As for the brushes,  good technique is reallyas important if more so then the makeup being used. and poor quality brushes will not help matters.

My basic makeup rules come down to these...

1) Moisturize, moisturize,moisturize, helps prevent your makeup from caking up. Don't forget to use a good primer before applying your foundation

2) Powder is never a foundation, use liquid.

3) Concealer one shade lighter under your eyes.

4) Use a setting spray at different points when apply your makeup. I generally do this between liquid and power and even between powder and blush/bronze/contour and when I am finished with my face.
I even keep a small one in my bag ro freshen up my makeup if it starts to cake.

5) The eyes... You can never have too many eye shadows on hand. Learn how to do your brows as well. For the the eyes I also like to use Too Faced eye shadow collections and they have a wonderful brow product called Bulletproof Brows. The eyes make the look. take your time and practice because that winged eyeliner is not going to fly on it's own.

 Well that is it for this post kids, Hope you liked it. XXOO.

Candi.

Too Much Stuff...

 Hording... I am two boxes a stack of news papers and one cat away from being on a reality show. Okay its not really that bad but it is close and it is mostly due to my inability to thin out my wardrobe and shoe collection... Actually F-that I am keeping the shoes. I remember the good old days as closeted trans when out of denial and panic I would purge almost my entire wardrobe. Actually that only happened twice and I was in my early twenties and once was because I had enlisted in the military and had to. So now I am facing the daunting task of going through my clothes and taking back my place and gaining some space and sanity.

 This project would take me the better part of a week under ideal laboratory conditions. Given my noted ability to be distracted and super human power power of procrastination, it will take a month. Well at least I am honest.

 The biggest thing I have noticed is that at some point the clothing in my closet(s) stopped being 'girls' clothing and became simply my clothes.  I am a girl after all. Mindset is a funny thing. I still have a penis and genetically I am male but I am not a man. I still function in a male role at work to pay the bills and keep up my supply of M.A.C. makeup but that is as far as it goes. The clothing at first was a symbolic of the woman I spent a lifetime hiding from the world. I purchased clothing without rhyme or reason and with little sense of my own style. Looking back I squandered a lot of money and time on stuff that was simply not me.

 Jumping ahead to the present day, I have found my style. Sure it is still evolving and changing with current trends, but at it's core I have figure out what works for me. Now it is time to let go of the past. Skirts that say "the world is my gynecologist',  tops the scream 'what were you thinking' and dresses that make me look like a lumpy sausage. I may even get rid of some shoes... Nope that is crazy talk, keeping the shoes.

 So why is this so hard? I have clothes that I have not even looked at in years. I do not even remember when or where I got most of them. Logically I know they have to go. Yet my emotional attachment is binding my hands. As I noted at the start of this post, the clothing is a representation of what I have gone through to get where I am now. Having said that I must (as difficult as it will be) let go of these things. My past is just that, the past. I will never forget where I came from because it is the place that guides me to my future. It has been the the struggles and triumphs not the cute sweater set I picked up 12 years ago that makes we the woman I am today. Okay the sweater set helped a little, I looked really good in it. ;-)

 
 The power clothing has is amazing, Not just this emotional attachment I have been talking about, but much more. Clothes send a message about who you are. That is why finding your style is so wonderful. And now it is time for me to let go of the material past and make room for what works.

 Until next time,

Candi.

Welcome Back.

 Hello, it is probably best that I reintroduce myself. My name is Candice Dresser. I am a 51 year olfd male to female transgendered woman. I have been out of the closet since late 2009 - early 2010 when I started outing  myself to select friends. I also started this blog back then but actually deleted my first posts and started over in 2011. This was in a effort to help other girls and tell my story better then what I has published before. Almost immediately the number of people who knew about Candice increased exponentially. Now between my boy and girl Facebook profiles there are almost 300 mutual friends and another 40 or 50 who only know me as Candice locally. Blogging was a wonderful outlet and was very therapeutic. But like most endeavors, keeping up the pace of posting on a regular basis became taxing (61 posts between 2011 and 2013) and I allowed this blog to sit idle for too long.

 So my last post was back in 2013. Almost exactly two years. I guess it has been a while. I tried a number of time to come back to writing, to this blog. I just could not find my voice again. I was forcing myself. Thinking if I "changed direction" or focused in a single point like fashion or makeup for transgenders, that my creative energy would return. Of course it did not. So here I am today, more comfortable in my transgendered skin, heck I look a lot better too. Beyond that I my situation has not changed. I still balance between the genders. Working as a man and living most of my life outside of my work as a woman. As for my psychical transition, that too has stalled. While living with this balancing act is far from ideal, I have become very adapt at it. For me being happy is a construct that is at best elusive. That being said, I am not depressed or even sad. I am good and have a good life. I have a wonderful group of friends who support me and have accepted me ass a woman or at the very least accepted this part of me. I will never take that for granted.

 Back to the topic at hand; This blog. I started this post at 2:20 am after binge watching the complete first season (all 10 episodes) of Bosh on Amazon Prime. When I should have turned out the lights and gone to bed I opened this blog back up and here I am, with you. And it feels good.

 This is much the way my blog started originally. Kind of a rambling expression of what I was going through as I exposed my female side to the world outside my closet door. I am also motivated by my new Chromebook laptop. I can be a bit of a geek, and I love this machine. It is clean, simple and direct to the point. A very Scandinavian like approach to a OS. My old laptop had just turned 11 years old and has begone to accept Satan as it's Lord. it has become possessed and stared to some very odd things. According to Moore's Law my old machine was about 6 generations behind so I am not surprised that it has Alzheimer's.

 I consider the first 61 posts to represent the honeymoon phase of my coming out. I was all wild eyed and full of myself. Now I am a little less wild eyed but still pretty full of myself, it is just temped with more humility and understanding about who I am and the reality of the world I have created.

 Allowing this blog to be what it was in the beginning; That rambling free form expression of who I am and what I am going through. Trying to focus on a singe topic will strangle my motivation and this blog will fail.

 My need to make changes to my life has hit a tipping point. Oh this is where the free form/rambling part of the blog starts. Getting older I have come to grips with some health issues that my fading youth no longer allows me to ignore. So I have started small but draconian changes in my lifestyle. I track my food and workouts with apps on my phone and tablets. Slowly changing my diet and behaviors. Baby steps to a ultimate goal of real health and fitness. High blood pressure, kidney stones, gout (yes leave it to me to get a disease from the 14th century) all have had a near crippling effect on my ability and willing to be healthy. I am just putting this out here as a measure of accountability. as I post more I will include little updates about and progress or setbacks I have along this path. I have set a few small goals in regard to athletic events I want to complete in coming year and that will help me stay on point. But if I must be honest, I just want to look really hot in my yoga pants... Yoga pants, for when you are too lazy for real pants. ;-)

There are a number of other changes i need to make for other reasons that i will cover in the future. for now my health is what matters. Without it nothing else can matter.

 I will also cover the normal stuff. My obsession with makeup and being a clothes whore (shoes too). But are they really problems? My complete disgust with the Amazon show Transparent (I f-ing hate it). How I see LGBT issues. Just a warning you may be surprised at some of my positions on the subject. I will however be explaining those opinions and I am always ready to listen others opinions. I am also willing to change my position on any subject given a compelling and logical argument. Yup I am one of those critical thinking trannies.

I will cover the offers I have received to do tranny porn. How I see the trans community. Men who are obsessed with girls like me .My experiences out and about living as a trans woman and a whole lot of other stuff. Well I hope you all enjoyed this reintroduction to my blog and I hope you all stay with me as I tell my story.

Thank you.

Candice

Seen But Not Spotted, My Other Sister And More Adventures From Tranny Land.

Hello my friends. I hope everyone is safe, happy and well. A week after my last post I was at dinner with a few girlfriends (when am I not out with a few girlfriends). Our table happened to be near the hallway leading to the restrooms. I was facing out in the direction one would approach said hallway, when I looked up to see my BROTHER heading towards the bathrooms! I as you know except for my sister(s) (spoiler alert) no one my family knows me as Candice. My brother looked right at me and did not see me! No hint of recognition in his face or eyes at all. None the less I freaked out! I said OH SHIT so loud in my head I thought everyone could hear it. I turned to my friends and said I got to go NOW, that was my f-ing brother that just went in the bathroom... I got up and walked out . I stood in the parking lot for a few minutes. I knew I had to go back in. I had food ordered and he did not really see me. I texted one of my friends and asked her to switch places so my back would be to the hallway. It still took 45 minutes for my butt to un-clench but I was fine... for the most part. Oddly enough My brother must have been at the bar when I walked in because that is the direction he came from. And the first thing I did was walk to the bar to say hello to one of the girls working there that I know very well. My brother must have only been 10 feet away from me! My friends do say I really do not look like my male self  when I am my true self (That would be Candice for those who are new fans of the blog).

As a side note, yesterday on my way home from church (as Candice) I needed to stop at the store to pick of a few food items. Not one minute after I got in my car and was leaving I got a call from my parents. My father had some family news and mentioned that they were stopping to pick up some stuff at the same store I just walked out of! Holly crap! They never go to that store. I guess the big guy was watching out for this girl! (having come from church and all, I can see where he would have my back).

I have two sisters. My older sister has known about me as Candice for quite some time and we were discussing our unique family dynamic as it relates to my being transgendered . She thought it was time that i came out to my younger sister. I gave it some thought and agreed. So about a week later I  got a call from my younger sibling and I spilled the beans... I do not even remember what I said or how I even broached the subject. All that mattered is that she was nothing but loving and supportive! I posted this news on Facebook and twitter (yes I am a "Tweeting Tranny") and recieved dozens of "likes" and words of encouragement. She did want to borrow one or two of my wigs and loved my style (can you blame her, I think not) I did get the typical questions... Do you like boys or girls? Do you want the "operation:? If you have the "operation" will you only like boys? How long have you been dressing up? etc, etc... I do mot mind these questions at all. Simply because people who have always known what gender they are and their sexual orientation have a hard time grasping what my world is like and understandably so. I love my sisters with all my heart!

One of the best parts of my journey is that coming out to people has truly become a non event. I think it is because of a number of factors: 1) I have become more open and comfortable about who I am. 2) Society has become more open and accepting of the LGBT community. Who does not have a friend, family member, coworker, etc... that is not openly part of the LGBT world? I almost can,t swing a dead (ewww) cat with out hitting a friend who does not have a gay child or sibling or even trans in their lives. And 3) I have a wonderful and amazing network of friends around me that help give me the strength and love I need not only to be myself but be true to myself. In fact I have 174 mutual friends between my male and female Facebook profiles. Add to that number, locally there are another dozen or so who have "friended" me only as Candice! The world is becoming more tolerant and accepting everyday. Slowly but not with out a struggle, it is becoming a better place and I an a better and healthier woman because of it.

About Facebook... I keep two profiles one male one female (like I really had to clarify that). My male profile is the ugly stepchild (my apologies to the ugly stepchildren out there). I really do not do anything with it and only check it once a week. I would love to just dump it but I know that is not practical right now. This is mostly because of far flung family members and old connections that are not (yet) part of my life as a woman.  I actually resent my feelings of obligation as to keeping the profile around. That guy is such a small part of my life now but I need to keep him around for very practical reasons. I guess you could file this under "necessary evil".

I Have been attending church every Sunday now for a while. I must say it has been a pleasure to be accepted by the church. Both pastors go out of their way to greet me and ask how I doing. I am pretty sure I am the first openly trans member of the church and it is so nice to feel so welcome. The experience of going to church has become a valuable tool for me to find peace and it helps with putting everything in perspective. Finding the balance between two worlds is a struggle at times (okay... all the time). I am getting through it and I am making great strides every day. Everyone says I am visibly happier as a woman, and I agree. When I look at my phots I no longer see a man in drag I see a woman. I see who I really am. I honest don't like looking at myself  in guy mode or even photos of me in boy drag. That is what it has become. being a man is the costume... Its when I am out as a male that I am crossdressing. The photo below is me outside the church on Easter Sunday.

I love how normal my life as a woman is becoming. Transitioning is not just about changing clothing or taking hormones or even having reassignment surgery. Its about going to work, going to church, running errands, its about having people accept you for who you are. Good friends, family, nights out... its all part of the process. Like I mentioned in the above paragraph, it is a struggle. Some days my male self fights back like the Darth Vader in the Empire Strikes Back, of course only to be crushed under my 5 inch platform pumps. (Darth Vader is a pussy). Other days depression and anxiety over my lack of progress or some level of self doubt. But it all passes because this is the path I should be on. I am truly happy deep down where it counts.

Well I think it is time for a few butt shots and a guest butt. Thank you all for supporting me and this blog. Be safe and have a wonderful week! I know I will. Three nights out with girlfriends this week. I really am a social whore.
.

XXOO

Candi.

Writer's Block, Hitting The Gender Wall And Some Other Stuff.

Hello my friends, it really has been a long time. After my last posting I came down with a case of writer's block and it was as if all the momentum and enthusiasm I had for the blog just vanished. I had a few false starts. Sitting in front of the laptop with every intention of continuing my story for the enjoyment of all my fans! And you know who you are... All eleven of my subscribers. But it was more like when you join the gym the day after New Years; You start out all pumped and focused on the promise of a new you. But by Valentines Day your back to stuffing your cake hole and watching reality TV. So I may have had a little case of burn out. Not just over the blog either. I stopped going out as much. A sort of self imposed sequestration (Yea, got to use that word and not have it part of some budget propaganda!) What was the problem you ask (I know 11 of you who are asking)? I simply was pushing myself too hard down the "Transgender Superhighway" (yup, made that up) I was simply trying to progress faster than I realistically was ready to. There is no secret that I would love to have a vagina. Hell with all the soul searching I have done these past years I know I have wanted one since I discovered girls did not have penises! By the way I want to give a shout out to Lori F. The sweet little girl who played " I will show you mine if you show me yours" back when we were 7 or 8. Lori you rock! I did not know what I was looking at then but I knew I wanted one. Besides, we all know most men still don't know what they are looking at when it comes to a woman's naughty bits ( I am so over using va-jay-jay. Can we find a new term for the magic box already...)

Basically I slammed into the Great Wall of Gender (not only did I make this one up too but it ties in with the title of the post... nice) doing 100 miles per hour. The two cornerstones propping this wall is the fact that I still can not come out to my family (totally my issue not theirs)  and I need to create a more suitable career path for myself as a woman. The end result is that I was making my self sick and depressed. I was having nightmares about my family, I was becoming more and more depressed from the lack of "progress" and I was cursing my penis. I still managed to get out some but I was not feeling the energy I had. I even stopped going to my therapist. The pressure I placed on myself was killing me, I had to do something. So I put on my big girl pants and went back to the doctor. Smart move.

One of the things I was doing wrong is that I did not stop to consider just how far I have come and to appreciate the monumental progress I have actually accomplished. I needed to step back and take a breath.

I am blessed with amazing friends who support me, I have a good business, I have a good (yet clueless) family and I am really happy with who I am inside. The absolute worst thing that could happen is that my situation stays the way it is for a while longer until I muster the balls (that one day may be gone) to come out to my family and figure out how to make a living. Not too bad at all if you ask this girl. So now I am back on track living the life of the "social whore" that I am. In the last two week alone I have been out 9 times! and I have three more nights boked this week. It feels wonderful to be alive again! 

During all this I have started going back to Church (as Candice) trying to rediscover my faith (This is the "And Other Stuff" part of the title). I recently described myself as a "Jesus Tease" going to various churches and services but not committing myself to any one of them. So a While back I started going to a Methodist church with a girlfriend and have been going ever since. As a preteen and  through my teenage years I attended a United Methodist Church. A friend invited me to join the youth group and I started going on my own. My parents are and were at the time functional agnostics/recovering Catholics. but very supportive of my choices (I don't think that they would have liked my first boyfriend though, actually I did not like him myself). They would drop me off at church or the youth group meetings then pick me back up after. Soon after high school I drifted away form the church. But now I am back and trying to figure things out and attending services has helped so much. Plus a post church brunch is always nice!

I do have one more "first " coming up this month. I am attending a dear friends Passover dinner.I have attended the same dinner for a number of years now but as my male self (ugh) and this year I am attending as who I really am. I was invited as Candice last year but could not do it. I was not ready. Now my biggest concern is what to wear! Not from a style or fashion sense but from a religious tradition perspective. I am very excited. 

So we may as well jump right from the topics of faith and religious tradition to the butt shots... What better way is there to "end" a blog post... I even tossed in a double butt shot and a solo guest butt shot. Anything for the best eleven subscribers anyone could could ask for! 

Heels high, hems short and cleavage out ladies! Till next time take a good look at the guy next to you; He may be a tranny!

XXOO

Candi.