something to say. at last.

hi people. im not very good at maintaining this blog thingy but at last i can write about something. it may not be interesting to most but its important to me.

yesterday. wednesday16th march 2016. i met up with my good friend suzy martin and another friend rachel treleaven i was yet to meet in person. before all of that though came the usual military planning that this side of my life has become accustomed to. the usual pre-booking of apartment hotel. the atrium for those who are really interested. plus pre-booking car park too. in the morning i start the ritualistic pruning and preening of oneself. then collected my stuff from my fab little storage unit near birmingham. then travelled to manchester where i arrived for around 2.30pm. once checked into the apartment. i then decided that i needed a foundation that was better suited to my skin. i have been vain for the last year or so and occassionally visit tanning salons so i was conscious my current foundation may be too light. anyhow i digress. i ventured into manchesters city centre en drab and went to visit my preferred makeup venue. cargo. at debenhams but alas they are no longer there. gutted. so i then went to illamasqua in selfridges. those who know me know i'm quite shy and retiring as a guy. yes i am a guy beneath this beautiful exterior lol. it took me a bit of courage to approach the illamasqua girls as a guy wanting to buy foundation for myself. but not as much courage as i had previously done when buying girly things en drab. maybe my confidence is gradually improving. who knows. the girls on the desk were fine about it anyway. i asked for a foundation that would match my skin tone and they took to it straight away. sat me down and tested two foundations and needless to say they were spot on. i was conscious of regular people looking at me and gawping in horror but i kept remembering what my friend suzy says quite often. so what. who cares. its manchester and nobody gives a shit. wise words. head up. tits out is another of her fab quotes. so again i digress. one foundation. one primer and one pressed powder later i have purchased my first illamasqua goodies. my bank account though is still reeling in horror of the cost lol. having purchased my makeup the illamasqua girl says they do makeovers at a cost of £70 but is redeemable if products are purchased. i asked if many guys have it done. she said all the time. she thinks it is great and how amazing they look when made up. this gave me an idea to have a makeover but i didnt pursue it. i asked what time they were open until and was told 8pm. you probably know whats coming next.

i thanked her and headed back to my apartment.

racking my brain now was the thought of having a makeover before going out. how cool would it be to have makeup done and then head out on the tiles.

anyway i got back to my apartment. i started to work out what i was going to wear. considering i was only staying in the apartment for one night id brought enough clothes to last a month. i finally settled on my blue skinny jeans new grey sleeveless top which had an unual cut and white vest beneath. i eventually opted to wear my snakeskin effect black strappy heels.

outfit decided i finished my preening. again its all part of my ritual.

come around 5pm i decided i would go for a makeover. id go partly dressed as a girl. have makeover. finish getting dressed. head back to apartment to drop off my drab stuff and then head on to the village. in my head it was a perfect plan.

i got my shit together. jumped into a taxi who took me to selfridges. traffic was not good on the way but it was still quicker than walking. i headed to selfridges and on to illamasqua. explained to the girl that i would like a makeover and that is when my small trouble for the evening began. i needed to pre-book. arrghhh. why oh why had i been so dense to not even think of that. i think it may have been something to do with how i interpreted what the other illamasqua girl has said earlier in the day. and i interpreted it incorrectly. thicko.

as it was after 7pm. the girl could not do it as selfridges shut at 8pm. their makeovers take 1.5 hours. wow. feeling rather silly i headed back to my apartment by taxi and then had to hurriedly apply my own makeup. as you may imagine i was rushing it. it was 7.30pm when i got back to the hotel. i was meeting rachel and suzy at 8pm in velvet. i had to text to say i would be a touch late. how had i cocked this up and left myself with little time is only something i could achieve lol.

anyhow. makeup eventually applied. clothes on. nails done. perfume on. handbag full of stuff. i then headed out and eventually got to velvet for 8.45pm. only 45 mins late lol. but from then on the night was leisurely and enjoyable.

having had a vodka and oj at velvet with suzy and rachel. we headed to via fossa. i quite like it in there. maybe not everybodys cup of char but the drag queen who djs is so incredibly witty and eagle eyed. mickey taking out of most people including me. i was hoisting my tight jeans back up and she spotted it and made a joke of pulling my knickers out of my arse. in via rachel had said she would meet with another tgirl from chix. arlene. arlene was a nice lady. very friendly and talkative. soon after another girl that rachel knew was there. holly. holly was nice too. had some lovely conversations. well as much as you can when the music is quite loud.

now im not normally one for being hooked but in via was a fabulously stunning girl who appeared to be on her own. her makeup was impeccable. her body was sensational. her confidence was supremely high. and she could dance. my god. she could dance and dance in heels too. i couldnt work out though if she was trans. guess i will never know. regardless. this girl knew she had it. but fair play to her. i found her whole persona quite inspiring truth be told.

after several drinks at via all five of us. me. suzy. rachel. arlene. holly. headed to the mollyhouse. never been there before but it was quite nice and somewhat serene. in my eyes anyway. time was fast approaching midnight. and suzy decided it was time for her to go back to her hotel. we left the mollyhouse. flagged a taxi for suzy. said our goodbyes and off suzy went. so then there were four.

we went to napoleons. it was quite empty in there but it started to fill up. rachel was quite tired and decided to call it a night after her drink. we said our goodbyes and off she went.

this left me. arlene. holly. we had a dance in naps. it felt like quite a few guys gawping at me. but what the hell. they can look. but they cant touch. if they touch there will be drama. lol. i must say i quite like the walls of mirrors in naps. i couldnt stop looking at myself. some might say #toovain. i say i couldnt give a toss. id paid my way to be there. and nobody was going to take away my moment. my moment is feeling completely at one with myself. doesnt happen often but when it does boy does it feel good. to make the moment even better. the drop dead gorgeous girl from via was in there and doing her thang. again quite inspiring to see. she will probably never know that but then again she may not give two hoots either.

at around 1am. my feet were killing after being in those 6inch heels for best part of 5 hours and standing for most of it. arlene decided to go home just before me. i then said my good bye to holly too. changed my heels for flats and walked back to the atrium.

and once back at the atrium. well a girl has to do what a girl has to do behind closed doors. and im not saying what either. leave that to your imagination. but its nothing exciting.

if youve read this far. well done. if you want write to me to say you have and i will test your knowledge. who knows. you may win a freebie of mine.

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