Thursday, 12 September 2013

relentless invasion of the girly girls


omg debbie is like becoming a real GIRLY GIRL!!!! the way she's changing is like TOTALLY AMAZIN!!!!

and not like an oldfashioned girly thing


no girl like a modern girl of today ya know like geddit???


uhuh ain't debs jus so cute? like who needs barbie when debbie is around?


well at least barbie has some style i spose not like those boring snoring intellectuals oh and btw girls debbie is ditching that stoopid old geeky capital letters n stuff  - thats sooh last century!!!


anywayz nightynight my darlings!! miss debbie loves yooo!! xxx

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Bye-bye Heidegger, hello Barbie

Guest writer Janikest has written a thoughtful article at Jack Molay's Crossdreamers blog, entitled Crossdreaming: A Push Towards a Self-Authoring Journey. It's intelligent and affirming. It employs a rather elaborate schema derived from developmental psychology for arguing that crossdreamers can ultimately benefit from being obliged to face life's existential challenges which those who perceive themselves as 'normal' might evade. I endorse the conclusion, and especially Jack's own comments beneath it.

As a crossdreamer I am particularly conscious of my choice as to what to do with my sexuality and my gender identity. Yet at the same time I am particularly conscious that crossdreaming itself is not a choice: crossdreaming has chosen me as one of its own, whether I like it or not.

Please forgive me, though, if I feel exhausted and a bit bored by this kind of thinking. (There's plenty of it in the annals of Deborah Descends and Mirror Sister if you are interested.)

At this stage in my journey into my inner femininity omg I just want to be another girly girl lol




Monday, 9 September 2013

Debbie doll

It cleanses the soul to be transformed into a doll every so often.




So human, so divine. 

Look at these beautiful porcelain dolls by Marina Bychkova. Which one is you?

Saturday, 7 September 2013

Pretty girl Debbie

I'm getting less intellectual, aren't I?