Now that's a smart car!

So what does a 6-foot-4, 320-pound NFL defender drive?  


Most of us would answer that with a hearty, "Whatever he wants to!" Antonio Garay of the San Diego Chargers took full advantage of this privilege with his new car ... a Smart Car with Hello Kitty on the side! He has posted about it on his Twitter account, complete with pictures. 

Check out this one with he and team mate Cam Thomas in the car with him. Hope that car has good shocks - that's almost 700 lbs!

As those of you who know me are aware, I am a LG who likes football. It is VERY seldom one might get to combine LG interests and Football interests. I'm happy to have been able to do it twice so far in this blog. Anyway - now you can get a Hello Kitty car, and if anyone says anything, just tell them you are emulating your football hero, Antonio Garay.  Thanks from LGs everywhere, Antonio!

:: Giggle :: One more pic

I found one more from my Easter trip. I think it shows the detail of my dress better.  Sorry about the blur on the side - a friend was standing next to me (although she probably wouldn't care if I showed her or not, it's just not ethical). And you know why the face is blurred.

Personal View: Going Out In Public Dressed LG

So - I am hoping that once I make this post, I am getting enough readers that will want to comment on it. That would be great.


Basically, my email account was hacked this week.  It was all over some silly little worm and Google shut down my email as soon as it was discovered.  I just needed to verify it by phone which I did, then sent an apology to all the people who were sent the stupid thing from my email.


Anyway, in all that I ended up missing some posts from Fetlife. By the time I got to the threads, they had both been shut down. The main subject was a man who goes out in public dressed as a baby, and whether this is acceptable or not, and boy did a lot of people ever let him have it! I didn't get to have my say there... and since I have this handy little blog, I thought I'd spin it just a bit and pose the question here. Unlike certain overreactive moderators, I won't shut down discussion on the subject here - HOWEVER, I simply won't post comments that are nothing but hateful or threatening attacks. Keep on subject and it will be fine, even if you post contentiously. I've ALWAYS been controvesial myself, in every area of life, anyway. ;-)


So here are my thoughts on the matter - which is this - is it okay to dress as a little girl and go out in public dressed that way? It's interesting because my views really have changed in the last several years. Knowing that, I am willing to believe that a lot of people who say one thing today will feel differently about it in the future as well. I used to believe it was wrong to do so; that it should be kept inside and private. And there are some things I still think fall in that range. I don't believe someone should go out for cheap sexual thrills, I believe diapers should be covered, and I believe panties should not be on display. 


That said, if a person is dressed in a respectable manner and all private body parts are covered, what does it harm? Is it better to sit inside and watch out of the window, or is it better to go out and play? We all know the answer to that. 


I've been out many times. The first time was merely because my brakes had gone bad as I was driving to a weekend event. At that time, most people stayed on campus at the resort the entire weekend. Going out dressed LG was almost unheard of and not really spoken of. I had dropped my car off at a garage nearby.  The day they finished fixing it, I had already changed back to boy clothes several times to go to stores, and frankly I was tired of it. I said, "Y'know what? I should just go dressed like this!" I was in a little schoolgirl dress and white tights and saddle shoes. And then my friends and sisters egged me on, so - I did. And when I got there, I skipped right up to the counter and chirped, "Hiya! Got my car ready yet?"  The guy at the desk was SOOOOO professional - he would not even look up at me.  :: Giggle ::


I went several more times ... such as going to get pizza... over the next couple years. Then one Spring, a TG friend named Cheryl was going out shopping and invited me along. That was the first time I went more than one place.... several stores in the town and had a LOT of people see me. And I didn't die. In fact it was fun to just be me.

I started going into NYC on the day after our weekends dressed in clothes that would be questionable ... such as Tinkerbell overalls (I sewed the patches on myself!  Yeah... me! *I* sewed something!) Then I went to see some friends in SC and we went to Charleston dressed LG.  I began to notice that most people simply do not care. And those that do care, love it. The negative reactions are extremely rare.

I've been to botanical gardens twice. Malls and Walmarts several times. Hotels. A zoo. Too many restaurants to count. Children?  Yeah - I have been around many and had my picture taken with a bunch of them. I've had one little girl compliment my dress, and I had another take one look at me, frown, and run off. No children were emotionally harmed in the making of Kita Sparkles. "Vanilla people" or "normies" seem to react to us going out a heck of a lot better than "our own kind" do!

The biggest test was last Spring. I spent several days out with friends, all around Charleston. We even had a Carriage tour. I would bet over 500 people took pictures of us. I saw ONE negative reaction. Granted, a lot of people assumed we "lost a bet", even when we told them that wasn't the case.  Really - where would we have come up with such elaborate dresses had we simply "lost a bet"? Best Easter I ever had.

Here are a couple pictures of me in the dresses I wore that weekend.  Sorry I can not make the face clearer - I have had certain people make extreme trouble for me in the past and I just don't do that anymore.

Now - I don't dress like this 24/7.  Not even the 7 part, though sometimes I would like to.  There are people who depend on me to be someone else ... not a little girl .... and I take my responsibilities to them very, very seriously. Once that is fulfilled, I can be Kita. I also have responsibilities to some people as Kita, and I take those seriously as well - I do not burden them with my adult male responsibilities.

So - I go out dressed LG, and yet do not contribute to the idea that age players/littles are creepy, child molesters, or horrible people. I do not get any sexual kicks in this. And I still live up to my responsibilities. So maybe - just maybe - there are a lot more like me, and the only reason you don't hear about us is because we don't try to be sensational and thereby bring the whole judgmental world down upon our backs!

Well, "Back To School" is fully in swing now and all the stores have sales going. It has always been my practice in the past to walk through the Girls sections in the stores and see what is going to be in style for the next season, and I likely will again this year. It's always a fun thing to do.

It's not unusual for a commercial to catch my eye, especially if it is cute. Such is the case with this Back to School commercial from Staples, circa 2007 or 2008:

A Nazi Can Change His ...er.... HER ... Spots?

A leopard may not be able to change its spots, as the saying goes, but this ex-Neo-Nazi from Germany can change political parties .... and sex. Horst Strub was a member of Germany's NPD party - a Neo-Nazi political party - ten years ago. But now, Horst is known as Monika, after going through a sex change. As dramatic as the physical change, Stub has also changed political philosophy and now campaigns for the socialist Left party.

Here are some pictures so you can compare the change.

She's quite pretty - but I'm positive our viewpoints would clash!

An Old Point/Counterpoint Article

This article came from "The Onion" over 10 years ago - during the last century, in fact. It may still be there. I am publishing it under "Fair Use".

PointI Want To Be A FiremanBY KIMBERLY MEIER 

When I grow up, I want to be big and strong and brave and put out fires. I want to ride in a big red truck and wear a raincoat and a red hat. I want to be a fireman!

Firemen are the best people because they put out fires. The fires burn down buildings, but the firemen come in trucks and put out the fires with water from hoses and from fire hydrants. They go in the burning houses if people are inside and can't get out. Even if the buildings are on fire! And they get everybody out so they don't get hurt. Because firemen are very brave and like to help people by stopping the fires from burning all the houses down. And rescuing the people, too.

I already have a book about firemen and about fire trucks, too.

When I get big I'm going to be a fireman. I am. I will live in the big firehouse with the other firemen, and so will Mrs. Kitty, and I will shine up the trucks--the Pumper Truck and the Hooking Ladder Truck, and I will shine them all shiny.

And if there is a fire I will slide down the big pole. I'll slide right down--zooom! Also, I will slide down all the time even if there is not a fire. And I will play with the spotted dog, and so will my kitty. Her name is Mrs. Kitty!

Mrs. Kitty was up in a tree that time, you know? And she was scared to come down? And the fireman came and got her down, you know? With a ladder! And they gave me a fireman badge and it says "Fireman" on it, and they said I was an honorary fireman girl! Just like them. And so Mrs. Kitty wants to be a fireman now 'cause she got saved and I want to be a fireman, too. But because I already am a fireman. A honorary one. But I will be one for real, too, someday, but first I have to grow up.

CounterpointI Want To Be A Seven-Year-Old-GirlBY TOM GIBSON, FIREMAN 
I enjoy being a fireman. It's a rewarding job, putting out fires and helping people in need. Besides, it's a very tangible way of helping the community. People respect you when you're a fireman.

But despite the fact that lugging heavy hoses, smashing through burning walls with a fire axe, and carrying victims across your shoulders can be quite fulfilling, it's also a big responsibility. It's tough being a big strong man day in and day out. I guess that's why I so often find myself daydreaming about being an adorable, precious little seven-year-old girl.

Being seven, now, that would be the life. I would wear a pretty little yellow jumper while I skipped rope, and I'd know all the words to jump-rope rhymes like, "Cinderella Dressed In Yellow." I could even pretend I was Cinderella in my pretty little yellow jumper. Not that I'd have just the one jumper, mind you; I'd have dozens, in many different colors, and lots of beautiful sun-dresses, and lots of adorable, lacy, frilly white socks to wear with my buckle-shoes. I would have a lot of outfits, and they'd all be much more comfortable than this 30-pound raincoat.

I would have one very special pink flowery pinafore that I would only wear to teatime with Pooh and Paddington and Raggedy Ann. I would wear this dress with a sweet little bonnet with ribbons, and my hair would be long and fine and done up in bows. I would be a pretty little girl, very prim and proper and delicate--not some big, burly ox who can barely get his finger through the cup-handle without breaking the cup half the time. I would always stick my pinky out while I sipped from my cup. There would be biscuits and little white cakes, as well, and I would throw a simply delightful afternoon tea party.

I would be the very best little girl in the world, and the grownups would buy me lollipops and treats and generally spoil me. I would say, "Please" and "Thank you" and "If you please, ma'am," and the grownups would protect me and keep me safe, and no one would ever expect me to get out of bed at four in the morning and lug some damn hippie out of the raging apartment fire he started with his grow lights.

I would not be lazy, though. I would go around with my miniature feather duster, wearing that cute blue frock I have way in the back of my closet, and I'd keep everything spic-and-span. The firemen would tousle my hair and say I was a good little girl, and they'd play hide-and-seek with me and tuck me in at night and sing me lullabies. They'd hardly ever have to spank me until my little bottom turned pink.

I would be such a good girl, I would be able to stay little forever and ever. I'd never have to grow up and get big and clumsy and ugly and hairy and hate my smelly body. I would be cute and dainty forever, like all little girls should. 

I realize that "The Onion" is supposed to be a comedy site (although, I rarely find much there that I think is all that funny). However, I can remember when I first came across this, not too long after it was first published. I was very early into my beginning of understanding being LG, and this struck a chord. It was quite awhile before I learned that it was not a serious article ... because much of what the "fireman" wrote sounds exactly like many LGs. Maybe some of it is a little over-the-top, but then I know a lot of LGs who are somewhat over-the-top, too! (Myself included!)

Many real little girls would never understand why we would want to be like them. They are looking forward to growing up and trying new things - just like the "little girl" wrote in this article. They don't realize someone else longs to be in the situation they are now in. The grass is always greener...

I once had an odd dream. In the dream, I was a little girl - maybe 9 or 10 years old. It felt perfectly natural that I should be her - not like I was dreaming or that anything was not as it should be. I was helping in the kitchen - preparing food. It was very old fashioned, like maybe turn-of-the-century. There were men sitting at the table to eat - no women sat down to eat with them. It was dark, and there was a pot-bellied stove. I was wearing a long dress, with a pinafore or apron over it. Though I get the impression this girl would not have had an easy life, I did not get any bad feelings in the dream. It also was not exceptional in any way whatsoever - it was just a very common moment. Though I have no idea who the people in the house in my dream were, my dream identity knew them. It has always felt to me that some little girl from the past shared a perfectly normal minute from her life with me - one that would show that the life of a normal girl is not made up of all significant events - and yet that is a very special memory I now have.

Additions

Some of you may notice that I don't update very much. That's going to change. I've had some things lately that blocked my creative energy, but now I have brought those circumstances under control and can get back into doing what I like to do, which hopefully also makes my readers happy (and draws some new ones).

You may also notice the ads. I have incorporated this as a way to supplement a struggling income. I hope they are not too intrusive, and that you will still find my blog enjoyable.