Allison M.

A crossdresser's thoughts on life, fashion, fabulousness, and (oh yeah) dressing up


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All About R.

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If you are a movie buff, or at least one who enjoys a story about behind-the-scenes drama, you probably know the film All About Eve.  Based on a 1946 short story by Mary Orr, the 1950 motion picture is regarded as one of the best films of all time, nominated for 14 Academy Awards and winning 6, the most prominent of the wins being Best Picture.

I’ve seen All About Eve only once.  Well, I should say I actually heard it, when the story was re-enacted for radio a decade ago.  I never saw the Bette Davis/Anne Baxter original, nor any other adaptation produced since then, including, obviously, the British stage adaptation put on earlier this year and whose poster you see to the right (more on why I included this particular poster in a moment).

For those who don’t know how All About Eve goes down, the gist is this (and, yes, ***SPOILERS ARE AHEAD***, thanks to the description on Wikipedia):  Margo Channing, grand dame of Broadway, is introduced to a besotted fan, Eve Harrington.  Impressed by her fawning fandom, Margo takes Eve into her home and hires her as an assistant.  But distrust in Eve begins to swell in Margo, especially after Eve becomes her stage understudy.  By then, the manipulative and ambitious Eve is well under the skin of both Margo and those around her.

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Drip… drip… drip…

This past Wednesday was a pretty eventful one for me.  It started out very first thing in the morning as I was getting ready for a job interview (the subject of my next post, I promise).  And it started as most of my mornings usually do:  Get up, tool around the computer for a while, head into the kitchen for breakfast.

But there was a twist in my routine:  I noticed that a leather footstool in my living room was wet.  I knew for a certainty that I hadn’t spilled anything the night before, so after wiping off the water with a towel, I looked straight up and saw a line of condensation beading up in the ceiling.  Yep, I had a leaky ceiling, which made its presence much more evident when I reached up to wipe off the beading… and a steady downward drip resulted.

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Some real Independence Day music

Time for an unofficial version of “Allison’s Jukebox,” unofficial in that someone else deserves credit for bringing to the world’s attention these songs on this day (I’ll credit him later).  Here in the United States, this day when I write this is Independence Day.  This is the day when, 243 years ago, the “thirteen original colonies” gave a big “screw you” to a certain royal monarch, declared their independence, and tried to live happily ever after.

Emphasis on “tried” in that last paragraph, of course, for the past 243 years have not been all peaches and cream for our fair country.  For one, there was a brutal civil war whose side effects we still can’t overcome over a century and a half later.  As well, if you haven’t been paying attention to the news the past two and a half years, we’re being led into darkness by a certain man wearing an ill-fitting suit, bad-looking toupee, and a petulant ego that makes him think he’s a royal monarch.

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Why we must keep going

By now, I hope you have read my previous two posts (found here and here) dedicated to the anniversary of a momentous event.  The Stonewall riots, which started 50 years ago this morning (June 28, 1969), were a significant milestone on the way toward respect and equality for those in the broad LGBT+ community.  For sure, today is a day to recognize where our community has come from, celebrate the rights we have earned, and remember the long and hard fight that connects then to now… and continues into the future.

I need to bring up that aspect because as you are fully aware of, our LGBT+ community are still facing threats, even with our well-earned victories.  For every person who waives a rainbow flag, there is another wanting to tear it from their hands.  For every pride parade ready to step off, there is a group wanting to block us or wish us out of existence.  For every same-sex couple making their relationship legal, there is a legislator (and an entire political party) seeking to deny them that right.  And for every trans person wanting to display their true colors, and desiring to show the world that they are real human beings, there are those who only see them as deviant and disgusting.

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One year after my “new worst day ever”

Whenever I’m logged into WordPress, there’s always an icon on the top right corner of my browser marked “Write.”  Naturally, it’s where I can start writing a new post, but it also lists some of the drafts I’ve started that will, eventually, become new entries to this site.  It’s pretty convenient, too; just click that number next to the icon, and up pops a rundown of drafts by title.

One of those drafts had been staring back at me quite a bit lately, and the longer I kept seeing it unfinished, the more I didn’t want to finish it.  Which made me think of a question I kept asking myself and what you’re probably asking me at this point:  Why did I start that entry in the first place?

Well, perhaps it’s for wanting a feeling of catharsis, or as close to catharsis as I can get, that I started to write that post… well, I guess I should now call it this post, as this deals with what is still a difficult personal anniversary for me…

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Random personal stuff (6/9/2019 edition)

6-7-2019 738-31pmYep, that’s me taking that selfie.  This past Friday night, I dolled myself up, put on this brand new pride-themed shirt I found at Ragstock, and went to Mother Fools for their monthly poetry performance.  I hadn’t been there since doing some semi-freeform spoken-word stuff last December, and hadn’t been a part of their first-Friday-of-the-month poetry events in well over a year.  I hadn’t been there for various reasons, including my job search last summer, just feeling dog-tired from the work assignment I have right now (more on that in a moment), and lack of creative poetry juices.

This time around, though, I didn’t want to make excuses to myself or wait any longer.  So, after I finished my work day late Friday, I made a bee line straight home to get changed into Allison.  It would have been a little sooner than late Friday had I not had to stick around for a couple of things I had been meaning to do all day at work (again, more on work later).

Still, it was amazing how I turned out after applying my makeup.  I’d say it took under an hour for me to slather on the foundation, blush, eye shadow, and lipstick, not to mention straighten out my wig.  (Note to self: The hair goes over the glasses’ arms.)  Oh, it also took an extra hour to do some extra shaving of my face and find the maxi-skirt and shirt I wanted to wear (my closet is always unorganized *sigh*).

But how did I do at the mic, you ask?  Well, while I was a bit rusty, especially with my less-than-perfect poetry intros, I did all right.  And even with the light crowd indoors at Mother Fools on what was an incredibly beautiful Friday evening (perhaps most of the regular crowd was taking advantage of that weather), it was a nice, accepting, and appreciative atmosphere.

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Dreams of me doing… what?

I’m goin’ back in time
And it’s a sweet dream
— Lyrics from “Best Of My Love” by The Eagles

I was perusing through my mail one day earlier this spring, and lumped with the bills and junk mail was a brochure promoting non-credit continuing studies courses at the University of Wisconsin—Madison.  Admittedly, I have never really considered taking a course to learn something like, say, art or language or (*sigh*) business leadership.  I’ve always thought (foolishly, I admit) that such classes were for those who have the time, money to do so, not to mention the desire to make a great big pivot in their lives.

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#TBT: An enjoyable first impression of Madison

There’s an anniversary in our family this week that I imagine we’ve forgotten about because we’ve been so busy.  I didn’t, however, although for a moment I forgot exactly which day it occurred.  For sure, though, it was in the month of May.  And definitely for sure, it occurred 20 years ago today (May 16, 1999).  This was the day that the older of my two sisters graduated from college.

Sis has been in the health care world for her entire professional life, and during the 1990s she went for further schooling, starting out at UW—Green Bay for a couple of semesters before transferring to UW—Madison.  And 20 years ago, our entire family spent the weekend herein Madison, where we all saw Sis walk up to that stage, grab that diploma, and turn her tassel from right to left.

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Very perceptive

I wanted to share in this quick post realization that dawned upon me late today at work.  As I mentioned in this post from early last week, management at the organization to which I’m currently assigned has set forth on a departmental realignment.  This is affecting me in a big way, in that I’m in the process of shedding a couple of important duties, including one that… well, let’s just say it affects our organization in a significant way.

As a natural part of this reorganization, I’m in the process of training the person who will take responsibility for the duties I’m shedding.  We’re right now in the early stages of training, and naturally, this person has been asking lots of questions, including those I’m stumped on and don’t know the answer.

To be clear, asking questions, be they few or many or large or small, is a very good sign for any new employee.  It means that they’re trying to absorb the ins and outs of the role, as well as the whys and what fors.

But with those questions, they’re also finding out something else:  What kind of situation are they getting themselves into?  This was made to clear to me when, late in the day today, I sat down with the person I’m training after I had caught myself up on a couple of e-mails.  She had a talk with our manager concerning a report I’ve been trying to catch myself up on and that she started helping out on.  And it’s a big report, too, both in size and in importance.  How important, you ask?  Let’s just say it’s a rundown of some of the stuff I’ve missed doing because I’ve been caring for my other tasks.

When I rejoined my new colleague, she made a very astute observation to me:  I’ve been in over my head.  Oh, and I landed in a rather bad situation when I joined this organization 9 months ago.

And you know what?  She was absolutely right in her observation.  In my time there, I’ve been trying to put out one fire after another.  And in the past couple of months, circumstances beyond my control let that fire grow into a five-alarm inferno.

But the good news is that she seems to understand the situation.  And while she admits she may not be able to solve every problem that’s resulted from all this missed work, she will try her darndest to care for it.

But this afternoon, at least, she revealed a very important trait that every good employee should have:  The trait of being very, very perceptive.


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Why Allison’s skipping Crazylegs

At the time I write this, it’s not just Saturday morning, but the last Saturday of April.  On this day, traditionally, the Crazylegs Classic takes place.  As loyal readers of this blog may recall, I’ve run the 8-kilometer-long Crazylegs each of the last three years (2016, 2017, and 2018).  Each time, it was a great experience, though naturally the first of those three was the most amazing.

This year, however, I’m skipping Crazylegs.  No it’s not necessarily because the event’s 8K course will go nowhere near Capitol Square (its traditional, and inspiring, staging area), thanks in part to the same ridiculous City of Madison permit changes that will prevent an LGBT pride parade on State Street this year.  And it’s not because the finish line setup and post-race party wasn’t as fun as many of my fellow participants had hoped it’d be. (The east side of Camp Randall?  *ugh*  A DJ instead of a live band?  *yawn*)  And it’s not because that around the time this year’s race begins at 10AM, Madison will start to get whopped by a nasty spring snowstorm (miserable weather has never stopped Crazylegs before).

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