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The Other Actress in “The Crying Game”

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I hadn’t seen “The Crying Game” since it was released in 1992, but last week for election night here in the States I hung out with my friend Kelly who’s a huge fan of old movies. We had a couple drinks and saw the movie again before watching the returns come in later that evening. While I wasn’t that surprised by the outcome of the election, I can say it was one of those evenings I’ll remember the rest of my life, partly because the movie was simply the perfect choice to begin the evening with. There were moments I was just transported by it. I’m sure the wine didn’t hurt.

Years ago I saw the movie in a theater when it first came out, and I must have read something beforehand and figured out what the movie’s big secret was. Oh, and if you’ve never seen it, then don’t read this short blog post as it has some spoilers – though at this point I can’t imagine that anyone doesn’t know the big reveal.

Jaye Davidson of course is terrific as Dil, though I’ll admit the movie seems pretty dated regarding being trans. In some of the dialogue she’s treated more like a gay man who presents as a woman, whereas if the movie were made today she would simply be trans. And the dialogue in the bar between Dil and the bartender (Jim Broadbent) to me just seems a little too clever and coy. I kept thinking: You know, I’ve been in plenty of gay bars, and no one ever talks like that. But, hey, it’s a movie.

But the actress who really intrigued me the most was the vicious IRA member Jude (played by Miranda Richardson). She starts off as a blonde but halfway through the movie disguises herself and becomes this dark-haired femme fatale in a retro suit with blunt bangs. In an interview, Miranda Richardson admitted in an interview that the whole look is actually pretty funny since her “disguise” really just makes her stand out like she’s some villain from a 1940s film noir.

When I first saw the movie I remember being really intrigued by and attracted to her, especially with that sexy skirt suit and those black leather gloves she wears for half the movie. I wish I had better pictures below that show off the whole outfit because it’s a knockout! There’s one scene where she’s finishing dressing where she adjusts her wig, smooths down her jacket, puts on her gloves, and puts a small machine gun in a bag before heading out – she just looks so hot! If I had to be killed by a femme fatale, I wouldn’t mind it too much if it were Miranda Richardson!

In any case, the movie holds up well, and again, if by chance you haven’t seen it it’s definitely worth a viewing. I was surprised too at how much of it I remembered since my memory is usually crap when it comes to movies. But when the opening title shot came on with the classic Percy Sledge song, “When a Man Loves a Woman,” I immediately remembered it since it’s such a sublime sequence with the camera slowly tracking past the amusement park. It made me happy just to see and hear it again some thirty years later. The video with that opening shot is down below. And the first picture below is, of course, Jaye Davidson and Stephen Rea and the others are all Miranda Richardson as the femme fatale Jude. Another walk down memory lane!

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Exposed, Sissy!

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The sissy exposure fantasy is incredibly popular among some crossdressers. It’s a specialized humiliation fantasy where the crossdresser gets turned on by having their crossdressed pictures, often with their legal name attached, posted online so that they run the risk of someone finding out their secret – thus exposed! The really brave exposure addicts will turn over their crossdressed pics to a Domme, along with some pics of themselves in boy mode showing their face, as well as their legal name and maybe a copy of their driver’s license or even their place of employment. Then they get the thrill of knowing that a family member or coworker or boss might stumble across their images and find them out. It’s not really my kink but when someone puts all their information out there, I do have to give them credit for following through. A few years ago, I had a European crossdresser write me on Twitter, practically begging me to expose her. Looking back, I probably could have made a few extra dollars if I’d taken on the task for a special fee.

For those who are bitten by the bug, it’s obviously a real charge. When you step back and consider it, though, it’s probably a lot less risky than it seems, at least in many cases. (If you’re a member of Congress or a schoolteacher you’d of course be playing with fire.) But the chances of someone surfing the web and randomly finding this material is incredibly small, unless they happen to be into crossdressing or the exposure fantasy themselves and are looking for this kind of thing.

My guess is the biggest risk would actually come from the crossdresser herself, who might “accidentally on purpose” leave clues or hints for the people in their lives or deliberately fail to clear their browser history or leave their computer on showing their exposure page on the home screen. As Freud famously said (and I’m paraphrasing): a fear is often a desire. I can attest to that fact in my own occasional addiction to humiliation phone lines and my desires to see others be humiliated, especially if I feel they deserve it or secretly want it. Like many obsessive sexual fantasies, the whole thing probably looks pretty silly from the outside, but the urge can be almost irresistible. I can imagine that if someone really was found out on an exposure site that the response would probably be something like, “Guess Joe is into some weird shit – whatever!” And in many cases I suspect a lot of people couldn’t care less or at most may be slightly embarrassed or annoyed that they’re now privy to this information. Again, though, the likelihood of being found out online is probably pretty small unless one actively were to take steps to be found out. In over twenty years of running Trannies In Trouble, I’m aware of only a single closeted model on my site who claimed they were recognized by a coworker. When the model wrote me, I didn’t want her to suffer any consequences, so I removed all of her pictures from the free pages of the website, leaving only the galleries in the Members’ Area. As far as I know nothing more came of it.

One of the models I work with, Marissa Nicole, is also into the fantasy and has posted some pics of herself on Twitter, though without her name attached. Of course, having worked with her I know her legal name, but then I’m a professional and would never divulge such information unless she were to beg me (hint, hint, Marissa, something to keep in mind). But seriously, in this case Marissa is probably at the mid-level range of exposure, with some room for plausible denial if someone were to approach her and ask, “Uh, did I see your pictures online?” which would be a major thrill, I’m sure.

I have another Twitter friend who DMs me and who is a major attention whore. She’s a perfect example of the kind of person who I actually would enjoy humiliating for real because, well, she kinda deserves it with her endless craving for attention. (And I did write her and share with her this paragraph for feedback before posting this.) She lives on the opposite coast but if she were in the same city I’d certainly have to meet her to put her through the wringer. What’s funny about this Twitter friend is that she’s also into the exposure fantasy but none of her photos fully show her face – they’re all cropped off from the nose upward. She’s one of the many Amazing Headless Crossdressers whom you see so often online. (At least she doesn’t post only leg and feet pictures!) I’ve actually seen her online on a zoom call and she looks nice but, well, each to their own in how comfortable they are being out and about. The funny thing though is that this same headless crossdresser also signed up at one point with an online Domme for the exposure fantasy – but yes, using her headless pictures! I was kind of surprised that the Domme let her get away with this – I certainly wouldn’t have put up with it. Of course, when she posted her exposure page on Twitter with the cropped photos, I really just wanted to comment and say, “Uh, how is this any different from what you normally do?” But I didn’t want to sound overly snarky on Twitter. So now I’m leaving the snark here for my blog! The whole thing was pretty amusing and it seems to me to hardly even rise to the level of exposure.

I’ve also mentioned in an earlier post sissy roberta in Colorado, with whom I’ve been having fun both on Niteflirt and also doing some self-bondage while I watch her on Google Meet. Sissy roberta is also into exposure though in her case it’s more a blackmail game where I have all her personal information and there are certain financial costs that she takes to ensure that no one sees that material. Of course, if I had one hundred such sissies that I could consensually blackmail (Sandra’s Sissy Exposure Service) I’d probably end my days doing a scaled-back version of Trannies In Trouble and ruling over my sissy empire – though it would be a big full-time job if it were one hundred sissies! Of course, girls who are truly into these fantasies in a serious way are rare, and when there’s money involved, such as in consensual blackmail, the number drops to a mere fraction of one percent. There’s a lot of talk but not a lot of follow through out there, to which any Pro Domme can attest (and I certainly don’t consider myself a Pro Domme). But for those sissies and CDs who are seriously into these fantasies and want to follow through it can be a lot of fun.

The lesson here is that one’s fantasies can rule one’s life – they’ve clearly ruled mine – and they can make one do some very silly things chasing that thrill. Certainly, when it comes to the phone sex line that I’ve mentioned, I’ve done things that I wouldn’t want anyone to see or hear. And I’ve heard from enough people over the years who’ve shared pictures and personal details that they would never want anyone else to know about. With my experience running an adult website, I take discretion very seriously, and I’m flattered to be trusted that way. But for those who want all their secrets to be revealed, that too can be arranged. More to cum!

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Crimes of Passion

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For years I considered the 1984 movie, “Crimes of Passion,” to be one of my favorites. It was directed by Ken Russell and starred Kathleen Turner as a professional woman living a secret double life as a hooker, and an extremely creepy Anthony Perkins as the “reverend” who’s obsessed with her. During the VCR boom of the 80s, I watched it several times with my friend whom I call “Kathy,” the women I’ve written about before who was my all-time best friend for many years (sadly estranged some twenty-five years later). We loved that movie. It was so kinky and naughty, and Anthony Perkins was such a great creep. I really associate it with that time with Kathy in the mid-80s. It was absolutely one of our favorites.

I hadn’t seen it in decades but a few weeks ago I saw it was on Amazon Prime and figured it would be a fun walk down memory lane to watch it again – boy, was I in for a surprise. As I started watching it, I had that experience where you’re revisiting something from the past, something that you think you’re familiar with, but then a sense of disbelief starts to take hold. I don’t normally like to write negative reviews, but oh my, that movie has not aged well.

Don’t get me wrong. I still have a fondness for the movie. Kathleen Turner was at the heights of hotness when she made it. She’s incredibly sexy in that blue dress with the little puffy cap sleeves that she wears for much of the movie. But from the opening scene, which is set in a twelve-step meeting, I found myself thinking, “Wow, this acting is really cheesy. I don’t remember this at all.” Granted, the best performances come from the two leads, who are quite good if over the top. But much of the movie I found kind of slow and even boring at times, which I never would have expected. And Anthony Perkins as the sex-crazed reverend just felt icky to me rather than edgy. I actually felt kind of bad watching him, like I was almost ashamed of myself for being a pervert. It was like, ugh, this guy’s pretty gross. Of course, he’s the bad guy so he’s supposed to be. But the emphasis on the seedy and sleazy side of sex – and all his gross sex toys – just started to feel depressing after a while.

My reaction really surprised me. It was like, how have I changed so much in the forty years since I first saw this? I think when I was young, I actually identified in a weird way with the Anthony Perkins character because I had all my own fantasies and fetishes around bondage and dressing that I hadn’t yet really experienced and accepted. But forty years later, now that I’ve had much more life experience, I just find his character repellent. It’s like, dude, you shouldn’t be so conflicted at your age! Kathleen Turner shares a sad anecdote about working with Anthony Perkins, who only had a few more years to live after they finished the movie (quoted in an interview in Vogue):

I understand it was a pretty chaotic set.

KT: Anthony Perkins was a nightmare. It was such a shame to watch—he would huff benzyl nitrate before every take.

Like poppers?

KT: No, those are amyl nitrate. These were one down, but the effect is very much the same. Anthony would break into sweats, turn bright red, and start mumbling very fast and incoherently. Anything we’d rehearsed before the scene would completely go out the window. And Ken (Russell) was hardly one to criticize him because he was always drunk.


There are things I still like about the movie. Although the roles are silly, Kathleen Turner is quite good, and again, incredibly hot. There’s even a brief bondage scene at the end, but like so much movie bondage it’s not really very exciting since there’s no gag. The photography too is very well done and colorful – literally so; there are lots of colored gels on the lights. And the whole atmosphere of the movie is heightened and stylish. The theme song, which is a reworked version of the tune from Antonín Dvorák’s “From the New World” Symphony, is initially an interesting and effective choice, but boy, do they play that tune a LOT! I don’t normally sit around listening to symphony recordings (though I used to when I was young), but in my mind that piece will forever be associated with this movie.

In the end though for me there’s a kind of sadness to the movie, which isn’t out of place with the plot and theme. Anthony Perkins died of AIDS a few years after finishing the movie, and Kathleen Turner has since struggled with severe rheumatoid arthritis as she’s aged. I’m probably reading too much into it, but my experience of the movie is almost a metaphor for how we lose so much in life as we get older. When I was young, I was in love with this movie, much less so now.

Here’s the trailer, which looking at now years later really underscores some of the cheesier aspects of the movie. I’m glad I saw the movie again, even if for me it doesn’t really hold up very well. If you like campy and cheesy old movies it might be worth a watch, but I doubt I’ll ever need to visit it again.


Magic – I also recently saw the trailer for the ventriloquist horror movie, “Magic,” with Anthony Hopkins, which came out in 1978. The TV commercial for that movie traumatized me as a 15-year-old. It shows a close up of the ventriloquist doll’s head reciting a singsong and menacing little spiel, ending with the words, “Magic is fun, we’re dead!” Back when that movie was in theaters, I would shield my eyes from the black and white TV in our den whenever TV commercials came on for fear that that ad would pop up. It just freaked me out so much! Apparently, TV stations at the time got so many complaints about how creepy the damn thing was that they finally had to pull it off the air.

Just by chance I saw there was a video of the trailer on YouTube a few weeks ago. I paused for a moment and asked myself, “Do I really want to see this thing again?” I’m actually glad I clicked on it. Yes, it’s still creepy, but not traumatic the way it was some 45 years ago. Again, like with “Crimes of Passion,” my memory of the trailer was so different from what it really is – even the lighting was different from what I remembered. For a moment I thought maybe someone had reshot the ad and updated it, but no, it was the same one as from 1978. If you really dislike ventriloquist dummies or are easily scared, then don’t click on this link on YouTube – it is still pretty creepy. All the comments on YouTube about how traumatized everyone was as a child when they first saw the trailer though were very reassuring – I wasn’t the only one! Funny how time changes everything.

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Fun with Online Self Bondage and Niteflirt

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A while back I wrote about the online self-bondage services I occasionally provide and also about the sessions I’ve been doing with sissy roberta, the CD from Colorado who craves to be tied up and used. We’ve had some fun sessions this summer, and we recently started using Google Meet so that I can watch her when she’s gagging and tying herself up. It’s similar to Apple’s FaceTime and works great – highly recommended as a way to keep an eye on someone at a distance!

An interesting development is that she also has a female roommate who helps keep an eye on her when she’s doing self bondage. Everyone who’s into self bondage should have a roommate like that – I have one too! If you’re in the closet and have a roommate, you never know what opportunities you might be missing by keeping your secret hidden!

I also mentioned a while back the phone sex site that I’ve been visiting off and on for about six years. Well, I finally made my own profile on Niteflirt, and I’ve already had some calls and LOTS of text messages. It’s been eye-opening and a fun experience, though some of those calls can get a little weird! One CD from the Midwest has called me a few times. I can barely get a word in edgewise with her, but she seems to be getting turned on, so okay.

One of the main things I’ve learned on Niteflirt is just how driven some people are with their sexual fantasies. That’s not a unique observation, of course, but wow, some of the guys especially who write me are laser focused. I probably am too, but not like some of these guys! On the other hand, I have a friend, for example, who’s into BDSM but he’s not a fetishist and his kinks are very wide ranging. He’s just into all kinds of different things and can look at all kinds of different porn. I’m not like that at all. For me there are very specific things that turn me on – obviously bondage and dressing, plus humiliation and all those robbery fantasies that I’ve been lucky enough to act out with Star Nine. And I like making others helpless too. On the milder side I also just like to see pics of nicely dressed cute crossdressers and of well-dressed genetic females, but that’s all part of the dressing. But I’m certainly not the kind of person who has a list of two hundred kinks that they’re equally into. I’m pretty focused too.

My favorite phone calls on Niteflirt are actually the ignore and humiliation calls – one of my lines is a self-bondage ignore line, though if someone is doing a good job at tying themselves up, I’ll certainly be paying careful attention. Plus, safety is always my top concern, so I don’t want someone getting so turned on and carried away that they really get themselves stuck for good! I’ve also had a couple nice calls about dressing and bondage and just life in general. And my rates are pretty reasonable so it’s not going to break the bank. I’m not really doing it for the money anyway though I’m happy to take whatever I get. I’m doing it more for fun and for insight into what makes people click – plus I’ve been an occasional customer myself for years and it’s intriguing to see things from the other side. But again, since Trannies In Trouble takes up so much of my time, my phone lines aren’t on that often, though I have done lots and LOTS of texting this summer. If someone does want to talk on the phone, the best way to set it up is when the caller texts me first and tells me what they’re into. It saves a lot of time.

If you’re already a member of NiteFlirt feel free to send me a text or an email just to say hi. I’ll be honest though – Niteflirt can be very addictive, so if you’re not a member already proceed with caution before signing up. Of course, if you can’t resist, then yes, by all means go for it! And do say hi. Happy texting!

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Project 2025 Isn’t Kidding Around

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(Update August 3rd, 2024 – A lot has happened in the news in the last four weeks since I posted this. At the end of this blog post I added a little update here.)

I’m always reluctant to discuss politics or religion on this blog. It’s usually a no-win situation discussing such things, and the likelihood of being misunderstood or of offending some readers is almost inevitable. My own politic beliefs don’t really matter to the discussion here, so I won’t get into them much, but one thing that I’ve been following lately is news on the Heritage Foundation’s Project 2025, especially its views regarding pornography and LGBTQ people.

If you’re not familiar with Project 2025, it’s basically a plan of action to remake the United States in an uber-conservative Christian nationalist mold. It includes a 900+ page policy proposal titled: Mandate for Leadership: The Conservative Promise. I have an old friend who describes himself as conservative, but the proposals outlined here take that word to a whole new level. Let me be clear that I have nothing against religion. I was baptized Catholic as a kid, though it didn’t really stick. But I still often went to Christmas Eve services, and I still sometimes miss those times. The rise of Christian nationalism, though, is something entirely different from being your average churchgoer, and it’s quite worrisome.

The following quote from Mandate for Leadership has been widely commented on elsewhere. It’s a doozy and appears on page five of the Forward (emphasis added by me):

“Pornography, manifested today in the omnipresent propagation of transgender ideology and sexualization of children, for instance, is not a political Gordian knot inextricably binding up disparate claims about free speech, property rights, sexual liberation, and child welfare. It has no claim to First Amendment protection. Its purveyors are child predators and misogynistic exploiters of women. Their product is as addictive as any illicit drug and as psychologically destructive as any crime. Pornography should be outlawed. The people who produce and distribute it should be imprisoned. Educators and public librarians who purvey it should be classed as registered sex offenders. And telecommunications and technology firms that facilitate its spread should be shuttered.”

What’s so telling in the paragraph above is that they’re saying that any material that refers to LGBTQ people, even benign material, is by its very nature pornographic – thus the line about librarians and educators “purveying” porn. From this extreme perspective, even mentioning in a book the fact that gay and trans people exist would be considered pornographic. This is chilling, and if put in place would force the removal of all kinds of books that no one would ever mistake for pornography.

I’ve been aware for years that running a fetish porn website could conceivably cause legal problems for me someday if the political climate were to change dramatically. But I’ll admit this is the first time that I actually feel some sense of concern. I’m certainly not panicking and I have no plans to move to Canada or Mexico, but I do have a feeling that things could become riskier in the coming years being in the porn website business. The idea of ending up arrested for running Trannies In Trouble would be like something out of Terry Gilliam’s “Brazil” (hopefully with the leather bondage sacks that appear in that classic film!). But if these policies were put in place – and yes, that is a big if but not inconceivable – then porn producers could actually end up being arrested, not for obscenity but for allegedly being a menace to public health.

I also wonder about the logistical questions that come to mind. Are the authors of Project 2025 talking about only arresting the owners and producers of the bigger porn companies or are they looking to also go after small website producers like me? What about OnlyFans producers or people on Fetlife who just like to take naughty pictures? How about technical people and camera operators and editors? Are we talking just a few hundred arrests or tens of thousands? Or is it maybe hundreds of thousands or millions of people put in prison with all the new prisons and camps that would have to be built to house them? Then there are the economic questions. Do you really want all the commerce and tax dollars generated by porn to just go away in a matter of months? There are so many logistical questions that I really want to know!

And as an aside, this does raise the question: why are we Americans so quick to lock up our fellow citizens? What is it about the American psyche that drives us to have such high rates of incarceration? The proposals discussed above would only drive that rate up even higher.

As I’ve mentioned before, if the government wanted to wipe out the porn business it would be easier to do it through legislation rather than arrests, although arrests would have the added benefit of creating fear. I’ve already written about the case of Insex, where Homeland Security got their billing company to drop them under a pretext. Homeland Security could just as easily tell the major billing companies that due to security or public health concerns they should no longer process credit cards for porn sites. Just for good measure, they could always remind the billing companies what a hassle it would be if they were to get audited.

Another good way to shut down porn sites would be to simply pass more legislation making it more and more of a pain to stay in business. A national age verification law that has all kinds of onerous provisions could easily cause many producers to simply call it quits, as Pornhub has already done in the states with current age verification requirements. Currently California has a possible age verification law, AB 3080, working its way through the legislature in Sacramento, though it hasn’t yet passed. As I’ve said before, I would be totally fine with a workable age verification system that doesn’t drive customers away. But no one wants to have to upload a copy of their driver’s license to visit a porn site or have a government agency keep track of their porn habits. I’d hate to imagine Trannies in Trouble finally shutting down because of the legal climate but I do have to face the reality that it’s not inconceivable. I don’t want to sound like I’m crying wolf but there’s certainly a nationwide push moving against online porn.

Returning to Project 2025, I know some people will probably say, “Oh, that could never happen here,” and dismiss it as an overly dramatic political wish list from some think tank (a very powerful and influential think tank, by the way). But I’m not so sure. I think it actually could happen, and maybe wouldn’t even be that difficult to put in place if things lined up in its favor with a few more sweeping court decisions after the next election. We have this idea that our system of checks and balances will always be there. Again, I’m not so sure.

I have no idea where this kind of extreme thinking is heading but it is yet another thing that I try to follow. The idea of going to prison after twenty-some years of Trannies in Trouble would be almost comical if it wasn’t so frightening. I grudgingly admit there would be a certain poetic logic if I were to end my days incarcerated. It would be like, “Well, she was always into bondage and captivity, serves her right!”

In the meantime, I find myself reading way more about Project 2025 than I’d like. And I follow the email updates from The Free Speech Coalition (of which I’m a paying member), and who probably have a better pulse on what’s happening in the porn business than just about anyone. Only time will tell how paranoid or clear eyed I’m being here. Thanks for indulging me if you’ve gotten this far. Again, I’d much rather be writing about something sexy instead of all this. But I expect there will be more to report.

Update August 3rd, 2024 – As mentioned at the start of this post, the news has moved pretty quickly, with a significant backlash to Project 2025’s extreme positions. News stories are so often written to be entertaining and to maximize drama, so it’s hard to say how accurate all the reporting is, but Politico recently had an interesting article about a journalist’s underwhelming visit to Project 2025’s headquarters. I’m not sure I know anyone who’s pro-Project 2025, especially when it comes to banning porn, but regardless of your politics it’s an interesting read.

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Don’t Call Us, We’ll Call You

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About twenty years ago I spent an afternoon on a bondage photoshoot for a company here in Los Angeles along with a female bondage model whom I’ll call Sarah. I had only been doing Trannies In Trouble for a couple years and I had this idea that I would branch out and introduce myself to the few companies in L.A. who shot bondage and fetish material. This happened so long ago that much of my memory has faded, but we were shooting in the San Fernando Valley in a studio owned by a company that designed artwork for porn videos, I believe. There was no money involved – it was more like a test shoot. There was no explicit sex for the scene, just bondage and maybe the Hitachi and some spanking. The crazy thing is that I was supposed to be the one dominating and tying up the female model. Looking back, it would have made much more sense if the female model were the one tying me up and dominating me. Even without having much experience as a Domme she would have been better than what I did. Having a crossdresser take the Domme role is so rare anyway (except on Trannies In Trouble), so I’m still surprised that those were the roles we were given. Somehow I thought I could pull it off. Boy, was I mistaken!

I showed up already made up and gave it my best, which honestly wasn’t very good. I still have the pics from that day on an external hard drive but looking at them now just makes me wince. From the start I made a series of bad decisions. The outfit I chose wasn’t hot, with a very plain green blouse and a short skirt that made it look like I had no butt at all. I also decided to wear my own hair, which was dyed blonde at the time but only looked so-so. A wig would have been much better and much more feminine. The rope work I did on the model was terrible. It was routine and lame and the gag was even worse. I tried to gag her with a couple scarves, but the gag ended up sagging and drooping below her chin. It was nothing like the strict gags I do today.

I know some would probably say, “Oh, I’m sure it wasn’t that bad. We’re all our own worst critics,” etc. But no, believe me, what I did was weak, and I’ll never share those pics. If I saw them on Twitter, I’d think, “Oh wow, those suck!” The sad thing is that the production company had a real studio with a little set with a bed, and they had a huge softbox for illumination in front and even some backlights set up behind us to put some illumination on our hair. The set up was adequate and with the right actors and energy it could have been a good scene. But the truth is I didn’t have the confidence to dominate a genetic woman whom I had just met. We didn’t have any chemistry to begin with and we didn’t take much time to talk about the scene beforehand or try to establish some minimal connection. We just didn’t have any rapport. And frankly, I was afraid to touch her, so you can imagine how well that was going to work out!

I think we were only shooting still pictures that day, which also surprises me. I’m pretty sure there was no video, and if there was, I only hope it was destroyed. Once we started shooting, I had this sick feeling in my gut that things weren’t going very well, and I knew I had no idea how to take the dominant role with this poor woman who was stuck with me in this scene. I recall there was an assistant, maybe two, helping out, and I recall the photographer at one point getting frustrated and telling me basically, “No, no, you gotta tie her and dominate her, C’mon!” Or words to that effect. Poor Sarah was quiet and I’m sure she could sense my lack of confidence. I really just wanted the whole thing to be over, which after an hour or so it was. It was deeply embarrassing, and I just knew I’d done a crap job.

If I had it to do it over again, first I would arrive with a much better outfit. I would wear a wig and I would carefully talk with the other model beforehand. In fact, I would probably try to exchange some emails before we even met to share some possible ideas for the scene. Nowadays I would know how to discuss boundaries, safety signals and safewords, how and where she wanted to be touched, and what was off-limits, and what we wanted to do to try to make a hot scene.

Of course, I could easily discuss those things now, but that’s after twenty years of shooting and putting together hundreds of scenes. At the time I thought I had enough experience, but I was pretty clueless. Even today, I’d much rather play the Domme role with a crossdresser or trans woman rather than a genetic woman, unless it were a genetic woman (they are out there, I’ve heard from a few over the years!) who was really into being tied up by a crossdresser. I shot a scene like that years ago at FetishCon with a genetic woman who was totally into it. It was a lot of fun, and I got off on putting her through the wringer since I could see that she was getting off on it too. The energy just feeds on itself when things are really clicking.

But this shoot in Chatsworth (or wherever the studio was located) was a total dud. It was one of those times when I went home and felt sorry for having wasted people’s time. If I had it to do over, the thing to do would be to just interrupt the scene and admit that it’s not going well and see if we could make some changes, and at the very least redo the bondage and the gag. But just continuing on when I knew it wasn’t working was an exercise in frustration. Thankfully, I’ve never seen those pictures posted online and I assume the material was never used.

I had to go back to the studio about a month later to pick up the pics since they agreed to share them with me. But I never saw any of the people involved again or that model. I recall someone at the front desk gave me a CD and that was it as I walked back to my car and drove home. Most photoshoots are pretty productive and a lot of them are fun. But the duds can really stay in your head, though of course you often learn the most when things don’t work out. There have certainly been other photoshoots that didn’t work, but this was one of the worst. Looking back, I still don’t know why I chose that boring green blouse and decided to try to wear my own hair. C’mon!

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“Talk To Me”

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It’s been a while since I’ve done a short movie review but the other night I finally got around to seeing the 2022 horror movie, “Talk to Me” on Amazon. It’s really good. There’s nothing kinky about it, no bondage except for a leather strap to secure people to a chair, though not done in a sexual or kinky way. It has engaging actors, humor, and a dark and disturbing story. The concept is pretty crazy, with a group of young people in Australia getting together to chase the thrill of getting temporarily possessed by spirits through the use of an embalmed hand. The lead actress, Sophie Wilde, is terrific as are all the actors. One cool thing is that one role is played by a trans masculine actor, Zoe Terakes, who’s fantastic, playing a cocky guy who’s a real jerk but still kind of likeable. What’s nice is that the character’s gender or trans-ness is never even mentioned in the movie. It’s never an issue and is just taken for granted.

I like horror movies, though I’m pretty easily freaked out. “The Exorcist” and “Carrie” were both pretty traumatic for me. I found this one pretty creepy with a very disturbing ending. (Don’t worry, I won’t spoil it.) It was directed by two brothers, Danny and Michael Philippou, who previously did YouTube videos, so it’s an impressive achievement making something so good for their first movie.

One of the best early scenes in the movie is an impressive montage sequence where the young people are hanging out and taking turns getting possessed for the thrill of it, in the same way that teenagers might get together in the family basement, partying and trading bong hits. It’s a clever scene how it’s all played for fun, as if nothing could possibly go wrong with getting temporarily possessed by spirits – how could that be a bad idea!?

It’s a short scene and it’s on YouTube. I don’t think it gives away too much of the movie, and it is impressive how natural and believable the actors are.

Part of what makes the scene so good is the amazing song they used, Le Monde, by Richard Carter. It’s a modern remix, updated and taken from the classic Edith Piaf song, La Foule (“The Crowd”), and it has an urgent other-worldly feel that fits perfectly with the scene. The original Edith Piaf song has such an instantly recognizable sound and strange lyrics (in French, of course). It’s about a woman who gets caught in a crowd at a big street party where she gets thrown together with a guy who may be the love of her life, the two of them then separated minutes later by the unruly crowd, never to see each other again. It would be like finding your soulmate at the Hollywood Halloween street party and then suddenly being separated by the throng of half a million people, knowing you’ll never find that special person ever again.


The movie gets much darker as it progresses, dealing with loss and grief and the consequences of some very unwise decisions. If you’re a religious person, the question of spirits and the afterlife probably make it even more disturbing. I really enjoyed it and hope to see it again with a friend or two. If you like horror, it’s a good one. Highly recommended.

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“I Just Love Your Content!”

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This is going to sound like one of those curmudgeonly posts but there’s an expression that I’ve grown to dislike, which is to refer to videos and pictures as “content.” The term probably started to become popular as a noun back in the ’90s, referring to webpages, although I’ve read others online say that the word originally comes from the world of magazine publishing. Whatever its origins, it’s one of those words that I’ve grown to dislike, especially when used to refer to videos and still pictures and in the phrase “content creator,” which is of course ubiquitous on YouTube.

Someone might say that I’m just being fussy and old fashioned, that it’s a perfectly fine English word and to get over myself. My complaint though is that (1) the word is imprecise and that (2) it has the feel of corporate speak, which is typically dreadful, such as: “Core competencies, deep dive, hop on a call” and that old favorite: “Let’s circle back on that.” The thing about corporate speak is that these expressions seep into the language and we use them without even thinking. I use them too, but every now and then I’ll catch myself and wince: “Did I actually just say, ‘Let’s touch base!?”

For me, the word content as a noun has that same awful corporate feel. It suggests that your website or online profile is just a placeholder that needs to be filled with images and videos – with content – and it doesn’t really matter what that content is. It’s all ultimately just crap meant to fill in empty spaces. When someone says they love my content, I assume they mean my videos. But why not just say videos? Or still pictures? Or just “pics” if that’s too many letters? (I use the word pics all the time.) Any of these words are more accurate and tell me something about what the person likes to look at, whereas “content” is vague. The word also makes the speaker sound like they’re up to date on the current jargon, which is probably why many people use it – it certainly does sound current – but to my mind that’s not always a good thing.

Another thing about corporate speak is that I find it a vulgar expression of our economic system. Don’t worry, I’m not going to go off on an anti-capitalist diatribe as I’m certainly an active participant in our very system. But for so many people life is inherently stressful and degrading, with the constant need to chase after the dollar and the crush of paying one’s bills. When I was young, I had a period of a few years when I was relatively poor, selling my blood plasma to make extra money. My version of poor was pretty mild compared to real poverty, but even what I experienced was stressful. For me, corporate speak just underscores that relentless push to feed the market, the demands of commerce that make us all her bitches. Get to work and crank out more content! If you don’t do it, someone else will seize the day, get their ducks in a row, think outside the box, and deliver up some fresh and tasty new content for the hungry consumer.

Of course, I’m probably just growing old and grumpy. But whenever I’m talking to or emailing with someone, and the word content comes up, I always take notice. I’ll pause and think, “Should I say something?” And then I drop it. No one needs to hear overly opinionated Sandra hold forth on another fussy distinction. So I let it go. But of course, this is my blog so I’m free to write about anything I want – and it’s not like there are thousands of subscribers reading this anyway. I do mentally go “Ugh” every time I hear that word but considering how popular it’s become, I’m clearly in the minority. At the end of the day, though, I’ve got videos and pics to work on and image placeholders to fill in. Back to work! This content ain’t going to produce itself!

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They’re Comin’ for Your Porn!

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Well, this post isn’t particularly sexy or fun, but I try to follow some of the news around proposed age-verification laws that are being introduced in state legislatures around the US. So far nine states (Arkansas, Indiana, Mississippi, Louisiana, Montana, North Carolina, Texas, Utah, and Virginia) have laws requiring age-verification for adult websites. It’s actually pretty hard to keep up with the flood of new legislation and the status of all the newly proposed laws. There’s even an age-verification bill in the works in California. Of course, the title of this post is maybe a bit misleading! I had to come up with something a little catchier than “The Realities and Possible Outcomes of Proposed Age-Verification Legislation in the US.” But there has been a big push to pass these kinds of laws in the last few years.

Of course, I would love to have a really workable and foolproof way to keep minors away from my website. But the problem with the age-verification legislation, which claims to try to solve this problem, is that it would require you to upload a scan of your driver’s license or passport even to view the free pages on Trannies In Trouble. Obviously, no one is going to want to do that, and rightly so. Having the government or some private company keep lists of people’s personal information cross-referenced with all the adult websites they visit is obviously not a good idea. The risks of hacking and blackmail and just plain embarrassment are obvious. And no one should have to disclose that information anyway. My understanding is that Pornhub has actually blocked themselves from being seen in the above states where these laws are in place to avoid dealing with the hassles of complying. There’s a good chance that these laws will eventually be struck down as unconstitutional anyway, but who can say for sure? If they were to pass an age-verification requirement in California (highly unlikely), and if it were actually enforced, I’d probably be out of business and commuting to that hypothetical office job in Pomona that I always talk about.

The intent behind these proposed laws of course appears perfectly valid: the desire to keep children away from porn. Again, I’m totally in favor of that. But of course, another secondary purpose of these laws is to simply make it harder to run a porn website. Certainly, the requirements of these laws, if put in place, would be onerous for people like me. The Free Speech Coalition (of which I’m a dues-paying member) has a nice article on the privacy issues and risks of fraud that these proposed laws would bring. If you’re not completely bored out of your mind with the subject, it is a very good analysis.

Insex – If the government really wanted to get rid of porn websites one of the easiest ways to do it would be to put pressure on the credit card companies, telling them to no longer process credit cards for porn sites. As I’ve mentioned before, that’s exactly what happened to the notorious (and very hot) website, Insex. PD, the founder of the site, explains in a very-good documentary (Graphic Sexual Horror) how Homeland Security contacted the billing company he was using and told them they believed that Insex was a front for money laundering for terrorists, a total bullshit story but enough to shut down the site. Something far less dramatic than that could also shut down numerous adult websites like mine who are trying to follow the rules.

In any case I wrote this post to just mention something that may – or may never – have an impact on Trannies In Trouble. Who knows where all the current legislation will lead – and again all this legislation may eventually be struck down – but for me at least, it’s worth trying to keep an eye on the developments. In any case, sorry if this post was dry as dust. I wish it wasn’t a subject that I even had to follow. Thanks for reading; hopefully the next post will be a little more sexy!

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Weird Moments from Childhood

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I have a few memories from childhood that when I look back make me think, “What was that all about?” They weren’t particularly traumatic or abusive events, but just odd things that made an impression. I’m aware too that talking about things that happened in childhood can maybe seem a bit weird or even creepy when they’re on a blog about bondage and dressing. Of course, I’m not making assumptions about anyone else’s formative childhood experiences or what they mean. These are just things that happened to me. And with my developing sexuality some of these incidents probably made more of an impression than they would have with someone who wasn’t already bitten by the bondage bug.

One memory occurred when I was probably nine years old. There was a girl in the neighborhood who was about thirteen. She was kind of tough, kind of a tomboy, and I don’t recall ever having had much contact with her before. In the backyard of our house (my family lived in upstate New York at this time, a couple years before moving to Colorado), there was an area with a lot of trees and a little path that was secluded. For some reason I was with this tomboy girl, and she asked me to pull out my dick and show it to her. I still vividly remember the moment, and I also remember feeling nervous and finally just saying something like, “No, I don’t want to.”

I could tell she was disappointed, but she didn’t pursue it beyond that. In a weird way I kind of felt bad for saying no to her. I mean, she was being direct and honest, and it didn’t feel abusive. She was probably just being curious and just wanted to see. But I was insecure and lacked confidence. Looking back fifty years later I kind of think I should have shown it to her, as wrong as that may sound, just for the experience. Of course, if she had made fun of me, it probably would have fed into my current humiliation fetish and maybe would have increased my appetite for dominant females. But it was certainly one of those moments that got burned into my memory and was all the more unusual because I had never spent much time with this girl before. I can’t even remember her name and I can’t remember if we ever spoke again, probably not. I would love to know though what she was really after, though I wonder if she would even remember the incident.

Another very weird memory from around this time (also in upstate New York) was when I was visiting at the house of a boy I went to school with, probably around the fourth grade. Again, this was a boy whom I didn’t know well, and I don’t even know why I was at his house that day. His parents were probably poor, and I recall their house wasn’t very well maintained. We played outside and then at one point we went inside, and the boy’s mother was there. She was kind of rough and loud. I picture her now as the kind of woman who would work as a gum-chewing waitress in a diner – not that there’s anything wrong with waiting tables or chewing gum!

At one point the boy and his mom started playfully bickering or fussing about something. And suddenly the boy’s mom said something like, “Oh, do you want me to tie you up?” And she grabbed him, wrestling and playing around. I seem to recall she grabbed a cloth or something and acted like she was going to cleave gag him with it. I couldn’t believe it and I was suddenly so excited and feeling so many emotions inside. It was just such as unexpected moment that totally took me by surprise. It was like, what kind of mother is this? Of course, what I really wanted was to be in on the action – if only I could have said, “Oh, you can tie me up too!” But I instinctively knew that that was not the thing to say! I don’t think she ever actually tied him up; I think they were just playing around. But again, it was a moment that was immediately burned into my memory banks. The thing I wonder is, was this an ongoing regular thing that she threatened him with? Did she ever really tie him up when no one was around? I mean, what was that all about? Looking back, I would bet good money if that boy were still alive that he grew up to be a big bondage fan too, probably with fantasies involving his own mom! Who knows? we might have had more in common than I knew and maybe I should have gone to his house more often!

On Twitter I wrote about the importance of setting the safety when using handcuffs. I had this teenage friend whose dad was a cop, and they had a couple pairs of handcuffs around the house. One afternoon my friend cuffed himself and then accidentally rolled over on the cuffs without setting the safety, causing them to cruelly tighten down on his wrists. I still remember the utter agony he was in while he frantically grabbed for the key and got them unlocked. I can’t remember now if they were locked in front or behind, and I can’t remember if he got himself out or if I did. I do wonder though if he did any lasting nerve damage to himself – he was truly suffering!

This same friend and I played around and tied each other up a few times, though I can’t remember who the driving force behind the action was – probably me but I’m not totally sure. I did once wrap him up tightly in a blanket and strap him up with several leather belts up and down his body and then duct taped his mouth shut. I think I might have left him that way for half an hour while we watched afternoon TV and I think he enjoyed it. Then it was my turn, which turned out to be a big disappointment. I was wrapped up and he was about to strap me up with the belts when the doorbell suddenly rang. Another friend from the neighborhood was there and I frantically got myself unwrapped from the blanket even though my friend said I should just lie there and continue on with the game. But with this third friend showing up I was suddenly so embarrassed, and it was like, I can’t possibly continue on and have him see what we’re doing! Again, a stupid reaction. I should have just gone along with it and acted like I couldn’t get out of the blanket and let them straps me up and gag me. Again, it probably would have played into my growing humiliation fetish and might have been fun! But once I got loose the moment was basically over.

There were some other tie-up games with another set of friends, and in that case, I certainly was the instigator, though we all seemed to get into it and enjoy it. And there were a couple other incidents, one during a sleepover in a tent, again with the handcuff kid and some other friends, where I thought bondage could have happened, but alas, nothing did. In that case I was again the instigator, and a perv, basically suggesting, Gee, what would happen if we got tied up in our sleeping bags? Gee, what indeed? There was some laughing and wrestling and I got pinned down on the ground briefly, but of course I wanted more!

Growing up, though, I was so unsure of myself and so insecure. I knew that bondage fascinated me, but I also felt it was deeply wrong, so everything was secret and underhanded. There are very few benefits to growing old, but one plus is the acceptance that age often brings – that acceptance that, hey, this is just the way I am. Thankfully I didn’t suffer any serious abuse growing up (though the bullying I experienced in school wasn’t fun), but there were these weird and confusing moments like what I describe here suffused with a taboo sexual energy. Though not in fashion anymore, the brilliance of Sigmund Freud is his acknowledgement of these hidden taboo impulses in children, disturbing as that is to consider. But the human creature is deeply weird, and I’m certainly no exception. I still wonder about that girl by the trees though…AND especially about that boy’s mother. What the hell was that all about?

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The Wank Bank

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I was talking to my friend Count Boogie from “Perverted Podcast” (not on the show itself, though I have been a guest a couple time). We were talking about masturbation as a way to avoid future sexual temptation. I’ve certainly done it a few times, usually in the morning when I’ve wanted to stay off the phone sex line that I talk about in the last blog post. If you pre-emptively rub one out it does remove the temptation for a while. Boogie made the comment that I must look at really dirty nasty stuff to get off, but the truth is that what I look at tends to be pretty tame.

We all have our own private wank folder on our computers, all those old favorite pics that work every time, and I’m no different. For myself, I prefer looking at pictures rather than videos, although I have bookmarked some short ten-second videos on Twitter, basically just short loops that really turn my crank. I do enjoy the challenge of shooting videos for Trannies in Trouble, but I usually don’t look at full-length videos myself. I remember the days long ago back in my twenties when I’d rent mainstream movies to look for bondage scenes and what an exercise in frustration it was to try to find something good. One of the problems of looking at videos is that there’s usually only a short section that really turns me on and I can’t time myself to just that little section. I find still pics are typically much more satisfying, or just closing my eyes and fantasizing.

So nowadays my wank folder just contains pictures. Probably half of them are bondage pics. And the other half are pretty tame. I have lots of pics of genetic females modeling outfits – including lots of pics off the Shein and Bebe websites. And I also have many pics of cute crossdressers and trans girls. About the dirtiest they get is one favorite pic of two cute twenty-something trans girls kissing. I do have quite a few pics of CDs with erect dicks but a lot of the pics aren’t racy at all. Sometimes I’ll just like someone’s smile or their general cuteness. I don’t think I’ve ever saved a single image of humping or of butt sex or anything that you would call hardcore, although I have bookmarked two short twitter videos of genetic women giving blowjobs – just two! In one of them the woman is wearing a spectacular purple blouse that just does it for me! But that’s typically about as dirty as I get.

The other kind of pic that I often save are ones where a woman, or occasionally a CD, has a dismissive or haughty look on their face, which of course plays into my love of humiliation. (The mean CD from the last blog post had a few pics that I saved but it was more her voice and her vicious text messages that really got to me.) Back in the 2010s I came across a site called Humiliatrix, which I really enjoyed, though again in a love / hate kind of way. Mysteriously, one day in 2019 the site just stopped updating new material, although it is still online. The site has no bondage, just videos of sexy women talking to the camera and telling the viewer what a loser they are. I remember when I first stumbled across the site the mixed feelings that I had. I didn’t want to get turned on by it, but I couldn’t deny that it was working. One of the best models on the site is Becky LeSabre, who’s incredibly good at doing verbal humiliation. Some of the other models always seemed to be reading from a script and weren’t that convincing. But Becky, at least on that site, always seemed to have a true note of disdain in her mocking manner, which only added to her appeal. Of course, she was also very young and incredibly cute at the height of that website.

Obviously, what turns someone on is so personal. If you’re not into verbal humiliation then a site like Humiliatrix would seem ridiculous, which it sort of is. I mean, why would these women be so disdainful? Of course, if you’re not into CD and trans bondage then Trannies In Trouble would probably also seem equally ridiculous. I remember a guy once wrote me and said that his girlfriend found my site “creepy,” which really surprised me and actually kind of stung. I would say that the words odd or puzzling would be more accurate for someone who’s just not into what I do. But then I also wonder if that guy is still with his girlfriend! Probably not, I would guess.

I know a lot of people probably think that I have a big backlog of people to tie me up and have sex with, but that’s really not the case. I have a couple friends whom I get together with and play with – with one close friend in particular whom I see about once a month. Another close friend whom I used to do bondage play with has gotten too old to do it anymore. But my life isn’t nearly the big bondage or sex orgy that it may appear to be. I’d certainly be open to doing more but with running my site I just have so little free time. And I really am a mild germ phobe, so I’m very cautious about who I’ll meet up with. I’m the kind of no-fun person who would show up at an orgy with condoms and hand sanitizer. And on days when I do take the day off, I often find I just want to lounge around and read the morning away or watch a couple obscure movies.

The thing about life is that for most of us it’s routine and repetitive. Most weeks look similar to the week before. We see the same people and go to the same places and do the same things. Mine is the same though in my case bondage photoshoots are the one thing that usually shows up week after week. Over the years I’ve easily shot well over a thousand bondage scenes, some quite good, some less so. But it’s been consistent. Still, like most people, there’s a routine even to that.

I have found, though, that the best online sexual turn-ons are the ones that just happen spontaneously. I’ll see something on Twitter, for example, and I’m suddenly massively turned on without expecting it. Those are the best! When I’m REALLY turned on, I’ll actually get a metallic taste in my mouth. Sadly, the last time I remember that really happening was about fifteen years ago during a solitary session in the little bungalow I used to live in in Hollywood. I expect now that with age it may not happen like that ever again, but one can hope – something to aspire to!

Of course, my habits of looking at stuff online have probably warped my sexuality, but considering what I do for a living what would you expect? I’ve certainly become much more gay – or that is, more cock focused. I’m not “typically” gay in terms of being attracted to men, but when I’m fooling around with someone (usually a CD) I definitely prefer that cock be involved. Occasionally though I’ll see a guy – like a twenty-year-old twink who would make a nice girl – and I’ll think that if he were into older crossdressers, I would certainly do him, whatever that would entail. But as I’ve said before, at this point there’s no way I could date a genetic woman. It would be so unfair and just an exercise in disappointment for her. The last woman I dated, back in 2013, basically said as much, though thankfully we were able to part on friendly terms and occasionally we still even talk on the phone. But with where I’m at in my life now, my days of dating women are long over.

Well, this is a fairly rambling post. I do always go back and try to edit these posts several times to try to make sure they’re mostly coherent and readable. This one definitely has me wondering again, “Am I sharing too much here?” I hope at least some of you can relate to some of it. Of course, if you’re a regular visitor to Trannies in Trouble then you almost certainly have your own online habits and your own wank bank. We all do, so enjoy!

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Hey, Loser!

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I haven’t talked about this subject much on this blog, but verbal humiliation turns me on, especially being on the receiving end. There’s a phone sex line that I occasionally call, though thankfully I’ve never spent a lot of money there. But last fall I got a little addicted to a crossdresser who specializes in putting people down on the phone or via text message (I’ve been contacting her off and on for about three years but last fall my exchanges with her got a lot more intense). I never told her about Trannies in Trouble or about what I do. We did talk about bondage some, among other things, but I didn’t want her to know too much and potentially have leverage over me. She didn’t even know my last name.

The thing is the phone sex line would sometimes leave me feeling bad afterwards, so I would try to stay away from it for as long as I could. It all felt pretty self-indulgent and not too healthy to be spending time and money on texting or on the occasional phone call. If I got tipsy and horny, though, it was tempting to text her or log on and see if she was online. Texting was really the thing that I indulged in the most, though ironically I typically don’t like to text much in day-to-day life. The phone sex site though uses this unique “bloop” sound for their text messages, like a drop of water, and I quickly became like one of Pavlov’s dogs when I’d hear that sound – I would actually feel a little thrill of excitement in my stomach knowing that the vicious CD had replied to me.

In any case, this CD was really good at being mean, and she scratched an itch. (I’m not going to leave a link to her profile or say who it is – that would be just too embarrassing!) The thing about her, and what really gave her a charge, is that she seemed to really mean it and not be role-playing. I distinctly got the feeling that she probably isn’t a very nice person in real life – I’ll bet she’d make a great CEO! After one especially degrading session last month I thought, “Do I really need to keep doing this?” Of course, a couple days would pass, and again I’d start to get horny and feel the itch. Considering my history growing up and being bullied some, and some of my emotional challenges with bouts of low self-esteem, it’s not surprising that I’d be into humiliation. Of course, bondage can be equally humiliating – at least when it’s done right! (to paraphrase Woody Allen).

Among CDs, verbal humiliation is of course a very common sexual kink. But it can cut both ways – it can be hot and sexy but then afterwards there’s the risk of feeling genuinely bad and emotionally abused, which is part of the thrill – that feeling that you’re being screwed over and taken advantage of, which weirdly can become sexualized. It’s certainly one of the riskier kinks because of the potential for doing real emotional damage to someone. I’ve done some humiliating scenarios on T’s in Trouble, of course, such as the scene with Ruby Bunny having naughty words written on her body. And of course, Star Nine is so incredibly skilled at being degrading and verbally humiliating that I never learn my lesson with her and just keep going back for more! It would be hot though to shoot a really rough verbal humiliation scene if I had the right scenario and a model who was up for it – a scene where it feels like we almost go too far could be very exciting!

Most of the time in real life though I’m probably much too nice to be really verbally humiliating to someone. But I do understand the appeal. There’s a CD on Twitter who’s a major attention whore and we sometimes exchange DMs and have even done a private online session. The fact that she so craves the attention and is also SO deeply closeted makes me want to push her face into a mattress, or into the toilet! So with her I can easily tap into the excitement of verbally mistreating her. I’m still not nearly as nasty as the online CD whom I got addicted to, but it’s a similar dynamic. Of course, the desire to dominate and humiliate others whom you view as beneath yourself is simply hard-wired into the human creature – it’s not a pretty side but it is a part of who we are as a species.

Addictive? – In a similar vein, I’ve sometimes wondered if anyone has ever found Trannies in Trouble to be addictive in a way that made them question the amount of time or money they were spending visiting the site. I expect over the years there probably have been a few members who’ve felt compulsive about the site, or who have maybe felt guilty or had mixed feelings about viewing it – I’ve certainly heard from people who felt conflicted about it, including one poor guy who struggled with deep religious guilt.

And I’ve had more guys than I can remember write me and say, “I’m completely straight but I find your site a turn on. Is that normal?” I can understand the doubt, especially if seeing a CD’s exposed cock is a big turn on. I mean, yeah, it is kinda gay, isn’t it? (I always think to myself, “Well, you know, you may not be completely straight!”) As for the question of whether it’s normal, well, if we’re just considering statistically what the average person is into, then, no, it certainly is not the norm. But I also think it’s not that big a deal. If you’re into dressing and getting tied up, or just like viewing others who do it, I’d say it’s best to just chill and enjoy it. When I was a teenager, I was extremely guilt ridden about being a crossdresser who likes bondage. But later in my twenties I consciously decided to set aside my guilt and try to leave it behind. I’ve been mostly successful, though occasionally mild moments of doubt will still arise, though it’s been a long time since I really felt bad about it. I feel far more embarrassment and regret from texting the vicious CD on the phone sex line, although for all of January I’ve stayed off the site completely. I don’t know if I’ll revisit it, but I won’t be surprised if eventually I do. On days when I’m particularly horny it almost seems inevitable. Of course, if I found someone to replace her it would make it a lot easier to leave and scratch that itch elsewhere.

Writing all this, part of me thinks, “Did I just share too much?” I’ve found though that the more we reveal our secrets the less hold they have over us. And usually when I share something really personal, at least one person will write me and say they can relate. That’s also part of the reason why I always recommend being out of the closet as much as you can – it makes life so much easier. If you’re completely out there’s zero risk of being blackmailed if you happen to work for the CIA or as a clerk for a Supreme Court Justice!

So that’s my little sermon and a little more insight into what turns my crank. Let me know if you’ve ever frequented any phone sex / texting lines or if you too like to be verbally humiliated. I am genuinely curious and would love to hear about others’ experiences. And if you don’t want to leave a comment at the link above (this blog gets so few comments anyway), feel free to email me. Your secret is safe with me! (Hey, haven’t I used that line before in a few of my videos?) But seriously, if you can relate to any of this or have your own sexual habits that sometimes give you doubt or second thoughts (or maybe on the other hand you’ve fully embraced them), feel free to write. I really would be interested to hear more.

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Another Year That Felt Like Nine Months

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Overall, 2023 has been a pretty good year for me, and I hope it’s been mostly good for everyone reading this. There were the inevitable ups and downs, and it really did fly by! In no time at all it’ll be January 1st – hopefully I won’t be lying in bed that morning with too bad of a hangover!

There were some memorable photoshoots this year, too many to list them all, but here are some highlights: The recent Velma shoot with Jessica Kat was just a lot of fun and it’s definitely going to be one of my all-time favorites. I really put Jessica through the wringer, and she handled it like a pro. Also, the recent spreadeagle scene with Milf Jeanne was also a lot of fun. We stayed in a funky little motel on the coast, the kind of place I normally would never check into, but the room turned out to have a bed with a massive frame to lash someone off to – it was perfect for a spreadeagle. And Jeanne looked sexy and helpless all stretched out!

It was also great to finally meet up with Chrissina Lovegag, who came all the way from Germany for a vacation in L.A. We had a lot of fun and of course she’s totally into it!

There were also several new models this year, including TS Natalie Carnot, who’s talented and enthusiastic, and of course amazing looking. And there were lots of other fun and hot scenes, especially with Ruby Bunny and Klintelle Moore, plus several other new models this year including Marissa Nicole, Mink Deville, and TS Ana, all of whom appeared in some nice scenes.

As always, I’m extremely grateful for all the loyal visitors to the site who’ve joined and become paying members and supporters of the site. And to the long-term members – you know who you are – thank you all so much! I plan to keep the site going for as long as I can, and I really could not do it without all of you! (Continued below):

My So-Called Life – In some ways I’m married to Trannies in Trouble. The site really does run my life and I’m usually doing something to manage the site every day. I try to take some days off, but I know I don’t take as many as I should. I’ve gotten many positive emails over the year, though, including from people who have written to say the site has helped them accept themselves and accept their kinks or their dressing or their gender identity in a significant way. Most of the time I do think that Trannies in Trouble is the best thing I’ve ever done with my life. But I’ll admit, on some days when I’m feeling tired and worn out, I sometimes wonder if it was the wisest career path to take. There’s certainly no pension for folks running tranny bondage websites, and it is work that’s far out of the norm in this sex-negative society that we live in – that reality can come with some stress. Some of those emails, though, that I’ve received over the years really do make it worthwhile. I know the site has meant a lot to many people over the years – and that’s very satisfying.

I started Trannies in Trouble because, first, I wanted to see a website that featured the kind of bondage you’d see in the Harmony Concepts magazines from the ’80s and ’90s but featuring crossdressers. Another big reason for starting the site, though, is that I really didn’t know in my late thirties what kind of work to pursue. I’d already done several jobs, some of them quite odd, like the adult bookstore clerk gig, but nothing seemed to really fit, and I’ve always been a bit of a loner and an odd duck. So I had this crazy dream that maybe I could make a living with a tranny bondage website. It’s pretty much worked out that way, though if I’d known then what I know now I honestly don’t know if I would have done things the same.

Of course, I’m not saying all of this to get any sympathy from anyone. We all have days when we question the significance of what we’re doing in life, and I’m certainly no different in that regard. The fact that I’m doing something out of the mainstream probably only leads me to question things even more, especially as I get older and more reflective. But don’t get me wrong. I’m very pleased that the website is closing in on twenty-one years online. And I want to keep it going for as long as I can since there are so few sites out there that feature CDs and trans girls in bondage. It really surprises me that there aren’t more sites like T’s in Trouble. When it comes to genetic females, of course, there are loads of them.

By the way, on social media I almost always refer to Trannies in Trouble as T’s in Trouble due to the controversy over the T-word. I wouldn’t be surprised if eventually my Twitter account were to get deleted since both Twitter and Facebook consider the word tranny to be hate speech. (More here if you haven’t already read my recent post on the subject.)

The Tubes – There are of course inevitable challenges in running a paysite, especially in the age of Pornhub. I generally try to avoid lecturing people who watch videos on Boundhub and other rip-off sites like xHamster, since most people aren’t even aware of how those sites work. Many even think that I have something to do with my videos being posted on the tube sites – Believe me, I don’t.

The tube sites basically provide a platform to repost producers’ videos without their permission, and the tube site itself is the one that earns money off this stolen material through advertising and sometimes their own paid memberships. Pornhub has actually cleaned up its act quite a bit after being busted by the NY Times, but most of the tube sites are full of stolen videos reposted without permission. I always say that if Steve Villa and Jim Hunter (and all the other producers out there) got a dime for every viewing on those sites, they (and I) would all be rich many times over.

But the tube sites aren’t going away. Most of them are hosted in foreign countries and even if they were in the States, they’re actually protected by the Digital Millenium Copyright Act (DMCA) against liability for what their users upload. In a way their business model is brilliant. It’s morally dubious but appears completely legit, offering the user the digital equivalent of shoplifting but without any sense of wrongdoing attached. But Pornhub is really the one that initially changed the landscape of online fetish material and how people view it nowadays. If I’d known this was coming twenty years ago, I don’t know but I might have done things differently.

What Do All These Buttons Do? – Though some are of course better than others, the videos I’m shooting now are probably some of the best I’ve ever done. But I admit there may be a rawness to the early videos from the 2000s that I just can’t capture anymore. I really didn’t know what I was doing with the camera back then, and I know some viewers actually prefer that less polished, “amateur” look. There was one loyal member (who’s since died, I’m pretty sure) who absolutely loved my site but when he wrote he would always refer to things that I shot in like 2009! The really early stuff, though, just makes me wince. Even with the rawness factor taken into consideration, from a technical standpoint some of it was just terrible. Even today I keep trying to get better. The sad thing is that now when I watch bondage videos so much of what I see are the mistakes and errors.

In any case I hope this blog post isn’t kind of a bummer or give the false impression that I think running my website for over twenty years was all a huge mistake. It’s certainly not. But the reality of running a website today versus the daydreams I had back in the day are very different. Still, even with the challenges, it’s been satisfying and rewarding.

On that note, let me just say thank you again to all the loyal followers and members and supporters of the site! I hope everyone has a nice time over the holidays and a fun and safe New Year’s Eve. Take care of yourself, and we’ll see you in 2024! Hugs, Sandra

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Your Fantasies for Real

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I recently posted a fun poll over on Twitter, asking if you would engage in your favorite and most intense bondage / sexual fantasy, but only if it were to happen the way it would in real life if, for example, you were really kidnapped or sold into sexual slavery. The responses were interesting. Of course, I figured that “Hell yes!” would be the most popular response since not everyone has fantasies that could lead to trauma or death! My fantasies are pretty intense so my vote was, “Not sure, hmm.”

One of my favorite fantasies, which I’ve written about before, is the idea of have my car break down out in the countryside and being “helped” by a tow truck guy who just happens to find me fully dressed and waiting all alone after nightfall. Of course, after giving me a tow and a ride in his cab, he ends up zip-tying me, gagging me with a huge wad of panties stuffed in my mouth and tight rolls of duct tape and then takes me back to his compound to be his new plaything, bound and locked up in his basement on a dirty mattress. It’s hot, but would I really want to experience that for real? Yeah, I’d probably regret it if it were the real thing!

I have an older CD friend, Kelly, whom I’ve mentioned before – we get together to hang out and watch old movies, and she told me about a date that became way more real than she’d ever expected. (And she gave me permission to share this story.) She used to love to get dressed up and meet men for dates at her apartment, and over the years she had some good ones, including a few guys with some basic bondage skills. One of the guys she got together with was not the nicest person in the world, but she found it hot to meet up with him. Although he wasn’t a natural bondage person, he enjoyed it and became fairly skilled at tying inescapable bondage.

The story takes a more intense turn when one night they got together, with my friend getting pretty drunk before they started to play. Her date tied her up good and tight, used her both orally and anally, I believe, and then gagged her with a tight cloth gag made from a pair of panties wrapped up in the leg of a pantyhose. Then once she was completely bound and gagged and he had had his fun, that’s when he left her for good. My friend couldn’t believe it but there she was, having just been sexually used, and now tightly bound and gagged, drunk and abandoned. Obviously, she was terrified but in her inebriated state couldn’t do much of anything. Apparently after struggling for a while, she passed out on the sofa, still tied up and helpless. It wasn’t till the next morning that Kelly was able to drag herself into the kitchen, find a knife and slowly work at cutting herself out of her bondage, which she finally did.

I always find the story incredibly hot, and in hindsight she does too, though at the time she was scared out of her wits. It’s the kind of story where you have to ask: would you do it for real if you had the chance? Except for the anal stuff, which really isn’t my thing, I’d be very tempted to say yes, though again it’s the kind of scene that I would probably regret! Still, it’s SO hot!

Another favorite of mine, which I often roleplay in my videos is the fantasy of being robbed and tied up by a wicked woman in a motel. Star Nine of course has played this role numerous times in our videos and in a recent one she was especially nasty and cruel, pretending to be a lady how’s lived a hard life and who couldn’t care less about my wellbeing. Would I want to do it for real? Hmm, not sure, though again it would be so tempting, especially if I were really turned on when making the decision!

So how about you? Are your fantasies so intense that you would have to hesitate and consider the risks or would it be “Let’s go!” and to hell with the consequences?

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Staying with Tranny (For Now)

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As I wrote earlier this year, I’ve been considering for a while whether to change the name of my website due to the controversy over the word tranny. This blog post is probably anticlimactic, but at this point I’ve decided to put the decision on hold and just stick with Trannies In Trouble. It’s a good name and I’ve gotten a lot of feedback. I’m still leaving open the option to change it at a later date if, for example, some major controversy over the word were to arise, or if I started getting lots of email from people saying, “Sandra, c’mon, you gotta change that name!” But neither of those things are happening.

As an aside, I have to acknowledge that this whole question of whether to change the name or not is something that obviously worries me more than it does anyone else, as I’m the one who would have to make it happen. I can imagine someone reading this and thinking, “Sandra, give it a rest, none of us who like your site give a hoot about the controversy and we all like the name, or at least are neutral about it. Stop worrying!” I’ll admit, it is a little crazy-making the amount of mental energy I’ve expended considering the whole question. But if I’d known twenty years ago just how controversial the T-word would become I probably would have chosen a different name.

Two opinions though that I especially valued came from two younger trans models whom I’ve worked with. Both of them said they like the word tranny and have no problem with it or with the name of my website. They’re at least thirty years younger than me and have transitioned and are taking hormones – they’re exactly the kind of younger trans women whom I worry may be offended by the name. One of them also said (and I’m paraphrasing), that she doesn’t like the gatekeeping and policing of language and behavior that one often finds in the trans community. For me, one hypothetical question I often ask is, if someone wasn’t telling you that the word tranny was objectionable, would you find it offensive on your own? A number of people have in fact written me saying, “I didn’t even realize that there was any controversy over the word!”

Another thing that also influenced me but in a backhanded way is the fact that the word tranny is considered hate speech on Facebook. It’s one thing not to like the word, or to judge it as problematic, but labelling it as hate speech just seems like the kind of all or nothing thinking that doesn’t allow any consideration of context or of intent. According to Facebook, I guess the word is just bad – bad in all cases – a position that lacks subtlety or nuance. There’s no acknowledgement that some of us identify with this same apparently taboo word. Anyone who visits my website can easily see that I’m using the word in a humorous and tongue-in-cheek manner. Facebook’s inflexible stance I actually find counterproductive. It just makes me say, “Now, wait a minute.” I’m just not so easily convinced.

My sense is that attitudes against the T-word may actually be starting to shift, as I’ve heard from quite a few people who also object to the policing and “gatekeeping” of the word. But then, this may just be wishful thinking on my part. Maybe.

Many other people also wrote me saying that they’ve been following my site for years and many said they like the word or just don’t think it’s that big a deal. And several pointed out that the name of my site is a brand that’s been around for years and that there’s really no pressing need to change it.

I do own a few good back-up dot com domains that I could use, (TGirl Trouble, TGirls In Trouble, Binding Transactions) but again, with the feedback I’ve received, I think I’m just going to put the issue on hold again (believe me, I’ve been thinking about this question for years now!) Besides, while the back-up names are pretty good, Trannies In Trouble is probably the best name I could ever possibly dream up. Plus, the technical issues involved in rebranding and changing the site would be significant. Maybe next year I’ll feel differently, maybe not. In the meantime, barring any unforeseens, the site will be continuing on as it has for twenty years now. So that’s where I’m at at this moment. Maybe things will change, but in the meantime this tranny owes a big thank you to everyone who shared their thoughts and feedback!

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Sandra’s Self-Bondage Services

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I don’t normally do private sessions, but lately I’ve had a couple long-distance sessions with a CD in Colorado who’s been paying me to contact her and make fun of her during her self-bondage sessions. For a little extra I’ve also sold her my used pantyhose, which is also fun and sexy since it’s so pervy. Of course, when doing self-bondage, I always stress the importance of safety – I don’t want anything to go wrong and end up getting a call from the Colorado police or anything! It is pretty hot though to know when she’s getting herself tied up and stuck, as well as knowing her real name and address so that I can look up her house or apartment on Google maps and know what’s going on in that dwelling, which again sounds totally pervy or like something a serial killer would do! There are a couple adult bookstores near her place so it’s fun to threaten to get someone from the adult arcades to stop by her place while she’s stuck. I would never do that, of course…or then again, would I?

The CD in Colorado bought a timed padlock on Amazon, which I’ll also probably have to buy, just to try it out. Once she gets herself tied up and clicks shut the padlock on her wrist cuffs, I let her stew for a while and then call her and make fun of her on her answering machine for the ridiculous situation that she’s gotten herself into. Again, if I were truly evil, I would arrange for someone to come to her address and mess with her, or more likely get her down on her knees with some stranger’s dick shoved down her throat, and then end up re-gagged with a couple more hours added to the time-release padlock. Or maybe set the padlock to a random number of hours between one and ten and she won’t know when she’s going to be released until it happens – that is, as long as the padlock works properly!

If I had a hundred such girls maybe I’d retire from Trannies In Trouble and simply become an online bondage instigator for all the solitary CDs who crave to get tied up and stuck. I would consider doing it with others, maybe, but I’m not really putting a shingle out actively searching for clients, since self-bondage is so risky. The CD in Colorado I’ve known online for a couple years, and I trust that she’s doing her scene as safely as possible, including setting up some back-up escape methods. In spite of the inherent risks, it’s probably less risky though having someone like me who’s aware of what’s going on. Plus, the cost is much less than seeing a Pro-Domme, many of whom don’t really have very good skills at bondage and aren’t really into it that much except as a preliminary to spanking or flogging. Believe me, I’ve heard so many stories from people who have written me regretting the lame bondage experiences for which they paid good money. Of course, I’m really into bondage, which helps a lot! In any case, the private sessions have been pretty fun, and it’s always hot to know that someone is indulging themselves under my wicked influence!

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Suzy Eddie Izzard

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Eddie Izzard has been in the news quite a bit lately, now using she / her pronouns and adding the name Suzy to her name: Suzy Eddie Izzard, though she’s taking a very relaxed and undemanding approach, saying people can use or not use the new name, still appearing publicly as Eddie, and saying people can use basically any pronouns they wish, which seems wise – “No one can really get it wrong.” I’ve been somewhat surprised too by the amount of grief that she gets on Twitter and social media, though I shouldn’t be, especially on Twitter, which is such a cesspool. I consider myself a fan, so I’ll admit I’m actually a bit relieved that she’s still fine with going by Eddie. I’m nowhere near her level of popularity, of course, but I think if I were to change or modify my own name a lot of people would say, “Oh, you’ll always be Sandra to us.”

In any case, probably around 2007, I got to see Eddie Izzard perform here in Los Angeles and it was a great show. A genetic woman I dated a couple times bought tickets for us. She knew all about my dressing. One early funny moment was when she thought that my website was an outreach service to trans people who truly were in trouble – homelessness, physical abuse, drug addiction, that sort of thing. I had to smile and explain what the website really was. I remember trying really hard not to laugh too much, but it was pretty funny! Maybe once the time comes to retire from bondage, I’ll rebrand the whole thing and begin my new career as a social worker!

For some reason, the night of the show I just went in boring “Robert” mode. Looking back, it was pretty stupid not to dress up – I mean, hell, it was Eddie Izzard, though at the same time she too was performing in boy mode that evening. And I was still nervous about going out dressed back then. It was a great show and she’s such a likeable person, which makes the grief she’s been getting online even more depressing – though when you step into politics (she recently unsuccessfully ran for Parliament), things are bound to get even more heated.

After the show I was feeling pretty good about myself, and my date and I went back to her place. I clumsily thought that something more might happen that evening but soon enough realized, “Oh my, I don’t think my date’s particularly attracted to me. This was just a ‘friend’s date,’ wasn’t it?” I’m pretty sure I wasn’t just shooting myself down prematurely. It was just suddenly obvious that nothing more was destined for the evening. I picked my ego up off the floor and brushed it off. We chatted some more, and I put on a smile and didn’t take it personally. I thanked her for the great show and lovely evening and headed out to my car. It was so long ago but I don’t think we ever saw each other again after that night.

It is funny when you’re out on a date and are not quite sure where it’s going. Like most, I’ve had my share of truly awkward moments with dates after coming back home to their place or to mine. There was one doozy a couple decades ago where I was struggling with deep social anxiety and yet the date I was with still invited me back home. Looking back, I can’t imagine why the poor woman I was with didn’t just thank me while I was staring at my shoes and say, well, I need to get up early tomorrow! It’s one of those memories that I wouldn’t mind erasing from my brain like in that Jim Carrey movie. At this point though I have to admit that my days of dating genetic women are likely over. Trannies In Trouble has warped my sexuality for good and I was never the most masculine and conventional guy with women to begin with.

As for the Eddie Izzard show, that was a really great night even if it ended with a certain awkwardness. But I still was touched by my date’s lavish generosity. I know those tickets weren’t cheap! Who knows, maybe if I’d dressed up the evening would have ended on a more promising note – a lesson there (whether it really is or not), but when you have the chance to dress up, always go for it and don’t put it off!

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“The Assignment”

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Director Walter Hill’s “The Assignment” is not a good movie but, hey, I kind of like it. It has a great premise: a deranged doctor, played by Sigourney Weaver, performs a “forced” sex-change operation as revenge on the hitman, played by Michelle Rodriguez, who killed her brother. It’s a wacky idea. Somehow I missed it back in 2017, but I finally saw it the other night.

The movie has a Rotten Tomatoes score of 21 percent and loads of bad reviews and the inevitable controversy over the subject matter. But I was a little tipsy when I watched it last weekend and, you know, it was perfectly enjoyable for a silly movie night. Of course, I kept thinking if a sex-change operation were forced on me – or on many of you reading this – I suspect we’d all be okay with it if we were going to come out looking like Michelle Rodriguez!

I do understand that it’s no longer called “sex reassignment” or “sex change” surgery but rather gender confirmation surgery. Apparently, an earlier draft of the script was titled, “(Re)Assignment.” And to be honest I think that would have been an even better title since it would suggest more the forced nature of the procedure.

Probably my favorite scene is when the hitman, now a “she,” goes to a doctor to see if the operation can be reversed and is told no – the doctor did too good a job. Later she muses, “So that was it. This was the way it was going to be. I was going to be a chick, except for in my head. So get used to it.” Yeah, I think I could get used to it pretty quickly!

Another favorite moment was a brief shot of the girlfriend of the hitman walking up a staircase. The way she moves and tilts her head at the top of the stairs was so feminine that I was transfixed. It was an otherwise unextraordinary moment, but I probably backed it up five times to watch her walk up those stairs.

I always like to read reviews of movies after seeing them, and the thing I found most annoying, though not surprising, is how much controversy the movie stirred up regarding trans issues, with many critics calling it transphobic and even hateful and dangerous. This one on Indiewire was particularly harsh. To me it seems like a typical overreaction and a misreading of the movie. In no way does the director equate what happens to Frank Kitchen, the hitman, to the transgender experience. It’s simply a crazed act of revenge that he’s forced to endure, and yes, anyone who’s comfortable with their gender and who wouldn’t want to undergo such an ordeal would be horrified to wake up with a forcibly altered body. Regardless of what some critics wrote, the director certainly isn’t saying that trans people are the subject of wacky experimental surgery or that women are inferior to men.

But I also think the objections of these critics are kind of irrelevant. Controversy is good for online clicks and traffic, so it pays to be offended. It is just a silly movie, though, and there’s such a tendency nowadays to demand that entertainment not be offensive and not delve too deeply into problematic territory. But the problematic material is often more interesting. I also like William S. Burroughs quite a bit (“Naked Lunch“), and he’s problematic AF, but you wouldn’t expect him to be otherwise. Who wants to be safe all the time?

I’ll admit part of my reaction to the critics – and I’m not comparing myself to Walter Hill – is due to the controversy I mentioned in the last blog post over the word tranny. (And thanks to everyone who’s emailed me about possible name changes, pro and con!)

Apparently, Walter Hill was somewhat surprised by the reaction he received, especially from people who haven’t even seen the movie. I still don’t fully understand the intensity of the objections. It’s one thing for a movie to be tacky, or just plain bad, but how it’s supposed to be “dangerous” to trans people is beyond me. Then again, someone might argue that my website is dangerous to trans people too. Myself, I don’t get that much pushback on Twitter since I really don’t have that many people following me but there have been a few. Over the years though I’ve heard many comments about the t-word. But I never reply to online attacks – it’s not worth it and only leads to escalation.

So that was my weekend, and this is my little rant. Let me know what you think if you saw the movie. And if you have any other gender-swap movies you enjoyed, or didn’t enjoy, let me know. I’m always looking for interesting stuff in the genre.

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Possible Changes at Trannies In Trouble After Twenty Years

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I just posted a little update in the Members Section of the site sharing some thoughts on changes that could possibly happen at Trannies In Trouble this summer or later this year and to get some feedback:

The short version: First, like all of us I’m getting older and the site’s been online for twenty years. I may be taking some classes this year to add to my resume, so I’ve been considering maybe slowing down the update schedule and posting updates every two weeks instead of every week. I haven’t made a final decision, and I am reluctant to make such a big change, but it may eventually become inevitable. It could happen as soon as May or it could be later.

Second, with the continued controversy over the word Tranny and other feedback I’ve received, I am considering maybe changing the name of the website. Again, I haven’t made a final decision, but it’s been on my mind for a long time. I already own some back-up domains using the word TGirl, but if someone were to send me an idea for a new name that was so brilliant that I couldn’t say no to it I would gladly give that person a lifetime membership to the site. So if you have any great ideas for new names let me know!

Further details: Again, just to clarify, these are things that I’m just considering and I haven’t made a final decision. I have a big birthday coming up and eventually I’ll probably have to pursue other work besides running the website. The site’s twenty-year anniversary amazed me, but I know it can’t last forever, though I’d like to keep the site going a few more years at least.

As for the possible name change, I do love the name Trannies In Trouble – it’s funny and tongue in cheek and one of the more clever things I’ve ever come up with. At the same time the controversy over the word Tranny frankly is a pain in the ass to deal with. If I do change the name, it would be more a business decision rather than a capitulation to the PC police.

I do sometimes wonder though if the name brands me as old and out of touch (whether that’s a fair judgment or not, and I don’t think it is). But I also wonder if after twenty years it may be time for a rebranding anyway. If I do change the name, the original Trannies In Trouble site would also still be online and continue to be updated. But the newer pics and videos would have the new name attached.

Again, all of these are just things I’ve been thinking about and I very much welcome any feedback. As I mention in the Members Area, I’ll definitely let everyone know if I do make any big changes. And as always, thanks so much to the paying members who keep the site going – it wouldn’t happen without you. Please do write me at: sandra@tranniesintrouble.com and share your thoughts, positive or negative, and do share any possible new names for the site if you have any good ones in mind. I’m always very interested to hear what people think. Thanks for your support and understanding, Sandra

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Falling In Love with a Stranger

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The other weekend I went out on a ten-mile hike up one of the nearby mountains north of L.A. It was a beautiful slightly chilly day, perfect for strenuous hiking.

Unlike my friend Jeanne, I sweat way too much to go hiking in girl mode, so I was just in boring ol’ boy mode on the trail. As I was starting out, I noticed a young woman, maybe 30 years old, who was hiking alone and wearing this cute dusky peach workout top that was snug and close fitting. I didn’t want to be the creepy guy and stare at her but from the moment I saw her she made an impression. First off, her cute outfit, with her workout top and leggings immediately awakened my fetishism. I wanted so badly to check out what she was wearing but made an effort not to. “Don’t be like that. You’re not here to stare!”

And secondly, she also completely awakened my feelings of gender dysphoria. I had that familiar feeling of wondering what her life was like, and wondering what my life would have been like had I been born with a body like hers. What would it be like if I were a young woman wearing my cute workout wear, going about my life in L.A., and going up a mountain on a solo hike. I admit the whole thing does sound a little creepy when I put it down into words like that. But my main concern was not to stare at her or give her any unwanted attention. She was alone minding her own business and wasn’t there to be bothered with my silly inner thoughts and desires.

The funny thing though is that during the next four-hour hike we kept leapfrogging on the trail, and not on purpose. I really wasn’t trying to follow her, but it always seemed we were just a few hundred yards apart, all the way up the mountain. She would pass and then I would pass, and we would say the casual greetings that you say when you’re on a popular trail. Finally, as it was getting cold near the top, she turned back and as she passed said she was calling it a day since she didn’t have any other layers. And then ironically, there she was again thirty minutes later coming up to the summit just as I was starting to descend. She had hooked up with a hiking group that must have told her that she was so close to the top, why turn back? And to add to the comedy of the whole situation, the route down was poorly marked (the trail was a loop), so after a while I ended up having to tag along with the hiking group too just to find my way back down. It was like I couldn’t get away from her!

So maybe I didn’t really fall in love with her, but I sure was aware of her presence, and to me it felt awkward. We’ve all had that experience where you meet someone that you find so attractive that it’s actually distracting. Sometimes it can even be unpleasant in a “sweet suffering” kind of way. It was like, “I just want to do my stupid hike. I don’t want my emotions and desires and my dysphoria to get all worked up!” But that’s what happened. The funny thing is that I’ll probably remember this woman for the rest of my life because the emotional response, and her attractiveness, was so strong. I just hope I wasn’t perceived as the creepy guy on the trail – that would be utterly mortifying. Who knows if I seemed weird or anxious, but all my inner rumination certainly couldn’t have helped!

I’ve certainly seen other people whom I also remember because they were so attractive, mostly women, but also some crossdressers too. I’ve had this experience several times of being at a bar or club and seeing someone whom I don’t have the courage to approach, and then ending up with their image later burned into my memory – some of them I can remember years, even decades, later.

Part of the difficulty in relaxing around a shockingly attractive person – and of course this is very common – is that I’ve often struggled with feelings of unworthiness, that feeling of being somehow flawed or undeserving deep down inside, even though normally I can carry myself quite well and usually make a good impression on people. But inside, there’s that little voice that says, “No, not quite, not you.” It’s an irrational response – probably only made worse by gender dysphoria and fetishism – but it’s so persistent, like a nagging guest who just keeps revisiting again and again.

So that was my day out hiking. Later that evening I still thought about the young woman, and at one point I did say out loud, “I think I just fell in love.” Strange how things work out. I just wanted to go on my hike and get some exercise and see if my heartbeat felt improved since my hospital visit in December (good news, my pulse did feel much better!) So there’s what I was expecting from the day and there’s what I got – another memory of a cute girl to swoon over, and a day or two with my emotions shaken up like a snow globe – all combined with a good workout – not a bad weekend to be honest.