SGGURLS: meet the moderator night

9th October 2010.Singapore.
Nothing beats a night of good food in a great restaurant that reserves the best seats for its trangenders patrons and their friends. Gardenslug's staff greeted us with winks and smiles, so putting up our petite feet up was no big feat.
Ssssslowly but sssssurely, the rest of the SGGURLS sssssstrolled in. Des and Jess were the only time keepers of punctuality; bless their souls! Our resident blonde bimbo booked a place that closed at 10 so when the other half of the Moderators finally showed up, the restaurant had to close and we had to wind up our meeting.

Gurls will be gurls: we didn't really get down to business until the we were done chasing down villous news. It's difficult to focus when we had on the menu sexy muumuus on sale, a secret marriage in May, a pack of 003 condoms, lolita foreplay that angered the members of cosplay, the sparks from the Dark movements disputing monarchs and a corporate buyout.

The basic plan that we were reached were:
i. yaaaay ... we got a Chalet
ii. the SGGURLS anniversary will be on 3rd(Fri)-4th(Sat) of December
iii. Jess from AFA will help us with the program.
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For more information on Singapore's transgender (CD,TV,TS), please look us up in http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sggurls. For information on Aids awareness, please go to http://www.afa.org.sg/home.php

Lucky 3, Bad Ass Gurls, Wicked Tattoo Party

Lucky 3, Bad Ass Gurls, Wicked Tattoo Party
nicolesingslave
Sep 13, 2010

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18th Septh 2010

Singapore


With the Chinese Ghost Month just over and the gates of hell shut tight banishing the hungry ghosts for another year, the host with the most, Mystevious, rang the party bell. The revellers of middle earth answered, congregating at Alcova for the hottest bods in town. Cougars, gender benders, male strippers, paegent winners and hot beavers drank, rubbed bodies and danced with gusto to the beat of the DJ maestro.



Our very special birthday gurl, the sassy Trish, with her party posse filled up the VIP booth. Two became three, and three became eighteen. The party gene had set afire the trans party scene. The cake came, candles were lit and songs flowed befitting a starlit queen.




Mystevious steamed up the glass panes by crowning the man with hot gleaning muscles as the hottest man in Singapore.



For more information on Singapore's transgender group, please visit us at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sggurls

Meeting a local celebrity

Meeting a local celebrity
nicolesingslave


Singapore, 21st August 2010.

It was an honour to be personally invited by the bodilicious and blogger celebrity Fauzi Rassull to the hottest party in town. The designers of the YOG torch & cauldron toucheddown in Alcova just in time to watch Mistevious flex her blue boa.



Mistevious was her usual mischevious self pumping up the floor with her humorous antics. When she invited some hot babes up the tight stage floor, nitrous set the party alight.



The stagelight went off and the sexpots brought the roof down strutting their oh-so-tight kumquats. The aircondition could not quell the bastion of jumping hot bodies.

A sort of homecoming

A sort of homecoming
22 May 2010, Sweltering Singapore.

It's been a hectic four months of travelling from Munich to New Brunswick, studying and doing research for a technology project. It should be fun but the intense paper chase at a daunting pace felt like a lesion in the tushy. It's nice to be back in Singapore even for a short while. I'd plan to go see Marla's art exhibition on Saturday which I heard rave reviews. Unfortunately, even the best of plans go askew. As the evening finally wind down, a few of us who could make it to Backstage, caught up with each other. We had a lovely time. In between the pilsners and banter, I finally caught up with four months of events.



A lot had happened when I was away. A new star rose from the runway. She founded SIS ("Sisters in Solidarity") to fight discrimination, pushed SIS with other transwomen in Singapore's biggest glbt event, won the best show-womanship in a poledancing competition and completed a major art exhibition / show in a space of a few months. I guess she went to places and set a new yardstick for many of us who had long cowled in defeat. If this world was the Matrix, I'm the happy Morpheus finally discovering the elusive Neo.



Marla deserves our support and we should do no more. Thanks to the sisters like Trish, Rose, Leona, Claudia and many sympathetic friends who were behind this brave lass who's had enough with indignant trespass.

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For more on transgenders in Singapore & Asia, please visit:

SIS: http://endtransgenderdiscrimination.wordpress.com/

SGB: http://www.sgbutterfly.org

SGGURLS: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/sggurls

Bangkoktrans: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bangkoktrans

Mgurlz: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/mygurlz

Chinagurls: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/chinagurls

One day at STYLEPLANET

One day at STYLEPLANET
It's been quite a while since I visited Andie in his shop, StylePlanet. My heart was like an unbridal stallion further making me realize that the old U-bahn seemed to chug along like a grandma snail. I must have flown out Goetheplatz as it took almost no time at all to get to Styleplanet. On my way there, I found a new SM bar called the "Kinky bar". It looked good from the outside. When I got to Styleplanet, Andie looked the same as I last left him. I could have sworn that this was the same shirt and jeans he wore two years ago on this same date. Andie was his usual self, super busy with making sure people look super in their chosen gummy & leder.
Andie started his Cappucino machine. The man is extremely particular about his coffee. I had no problems making myself at home. I wish my gurlfriends in Singapore could meet Andie. He's a gem in a million. Easy going and of course dangerously good looking. While Andie fastidiously tend to the never ending stream of customers, I chose about two dozen outfits. Time evaporated like ether. Andie finally inspected my selection. He asked me to put them on grumbled "sehen aus wie eine alte Jungfer" or was it "Kleidung der alten Jungfer". He refused to sell me any of the things, I had chosen. We discussed the look that I wanted over a few rounds of fantastic tasting coffee. Andie ran around his shop like a fashion Flash grabbing things here and there. All I saw was a blurred image of the fashionista putting things on the dresser and the doppler effect of "Verschleiß dieser ... Verschleiß dieser...dieser...". I trusted him implicitly as his outfit won me the best dressed competition in Shanghai's biggest halloween party held in Shanghai Studio. More cappucinos and much hard work of dressing up, I chose some amazing outfit. Some are on order for my next visit. I can't wait to wear this to some SM events & private plays.

When in Germany, nicht Deutsch sprechen

When in Germany, nicht Deutsch sprechen
Munchen's weather had been unkind to me the whole week, cold rain in the night and I am stuck in meetings during the day. After a few nights of that crappy routine, I decided to brave the elements and go to KittyKat. In the past, the club was opened on Friday. I called Helmut on his mobile and spoke to him in my broken German. I thought heard him say Freitag when in fact he said Partei am Samstag. Still dazed from my hectic two weeks, I guess I heard what I wanted to hear. I got out my PVC and went to Domakstrasse 33 at Schwabing. I had a bad feel of how things were going to be for the night when the cab driver couldn't find the entrance. The normal entrance was blocked off by bank of pebbles. After twenty minutes on the walkie talkie, the cabbie finally found the obscure entrance. God blessed this young blonde man, not only did he not charge me the extra time but he even gave me a discount. :-O After he dropped me off, I went up to the the entrance only to find the dreaded five words: "CLOSE / SCHLIEßEN". Drat, I am in a middle of an abandoned factory campus, wearing 6 inch stilleto boots and with at least 3 km to the main road. I took some photos and when I thought things can't get worse, old man winter decided to take a piss. I wondered in the dark for an eternity stumbling across my only souvenir for being there: "M XW7063".



Was I glad when I finally flagged down a cab on the main road. The elderly cab driver was ...er hemm... extremely interested in giving me more than a cab ride. I decided to my favorite haunt in Munchen called MYLORD bar. The cold night was warmed up by the exchanges with the cab driver where I mostly uttered: "nein","nein", "nein danke", "vielleicht das nächste Mal","I Sitzung am Freunde"."vielleicht das nächste Mal", "nien, nein, danke." Oh my lord, the bar looked abandoned and desolated. I guess the downturn had been brutal. So at the end, my Freitag abend is: Scheisse!!



Tags: munchen, munich, nien frietag, samstag, the kink scene

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