<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892</id><updated>2012-01-28T15:09:24.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delilah Knotty</title><subtitle type='html'>A Crossdressing Bondage Journal</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>102</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6700523925739362125</id><published>2012-01-21T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:18:59.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bondage Wonderland</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ThoughI cannot speak, as you can see, I wish to tell you who I am;&amp;nbsp;I am yourfantasy girl that you have dreamed to have…I am Delilah Knotty, yourcrosssdressing bondage model.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;More than that, I am a lifestylesubmissive. I am effeminate in nature, trained in full, I have embracedwomanhood as if I were born this way.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Look closely at my eyes youwill see that I love bondage, it is my freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcCR-62mqDw/TxrwV4Thn_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/cpFms_CCEao/s1600/11.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcCR-62mqDw/TxrwV4Thn_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/cpFms_CCEao/s200/11.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Bondageis my salvation from control by having absolutely no control. &amp;nbsp;Lookcloser, beauty is my passion.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My eyes are contoured by shapelyeyebrows, my face is kept smooth and clean as the girl next door, my lips arered like a crimson rose, my hair is long and black like ebony.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Ikeep smooth silken legs and arms at all times, from head to toe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqJJa7vTvPg/TxrwXunPJeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0Q-21QtiAoI/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KqJJa7vTvPg/TxrwXunPJeI/AAAAAAAAAXs/0Q-21QtiAoI/s200/13.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Butmore to the point I am your bondage submissive.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I am dressed updaily like a baby-doll and maid all wrapped up in one.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I wear silkenshort dresses with pinafores and petticoats, white stockings, lace cuffedsocks, long white gloves, and black patent Mary-Jane highheels.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I serve for nothing more than a gag strapped tightly inmy mouth at all times, and my hands and legs tightly bound together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khVHpb77irc/Txrwf_Z1PFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1yt27e30a5g/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-khVHpb77irc/Txrwf_Z1PFI/AAAAAAAAAX0/1yt27e30a5g/s200/3.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hogtieme and I will purr, chair tie me and I will moan, tie me in any manner and Iwill be yours. As your dressed-up pretty girl, I will submit to your ropes andgags...impose on me&amp;nbsp;your bondage discipline in fulfillment of yourwondrous bondage dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 18pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;DelilahKnotty – Bondage Wonderland 2003&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6700523925739362125?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6700523925739362125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6700523925739362125' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6700523925739362125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6700523925739362125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/bondage-wonderland_3172.html' title='Bondage Wonderland'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GcCR-62mqDw/TxrwV4Thn_I/AAAAAAAAAXk/cpFms_CCEao/s72-c/11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5990511328495664695</id><published>2012-01-09T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T09:03:04.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Well Dressed Woman</title><content type='html'>I have noticed this afternoon that I make it a point to divert my attention to a well dressed woman. &amp;nbsp;Well dressed can very from a cool looking tight jeans and those wool-lined booties, to a nice tight skirt, stockings and blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of-course no non-genetic would turn away from a well dressed woman, unless they were 100 percent, yet even then, someone would have to admire the beauty of a attractive woman in their presence. &amp;nbsp;The presence of a well dressed woman almost demands attention, it is as if we all know, "that one is worth the prize."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire a well dressed woman, because she knows style, can afford style, and most of-all looks good in style. &amp;nbsp;On my end, however, it is my desire to be beautiful as well. &amp;nbsp;So I study intently; the clothes she wears, accessories, hair style and even make-up. &amp;nbsp;They after all are genetics and raised as such, are aware as always of the trends to stay in tune with the latest and greatest fashions. &amp;nbsp;Fashion is a key element of demonstrating one's attractive nature, their parts can be accentuated, raising a demand of their inherent nature of beauty, thereby enhancing the desire of the opposite for procreation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procreation is the ultimate accomplishment of demonstrating one's attractiveness, if it were not, it would be at-least significantly harder to accomplish. &amp;nbsp;Unless, other aspects of one's self, such as wealth or power brought in to play, the ability to overcome the handicap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well dressed woman always demands attention, at least from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5990511328495664695?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5990511328495664695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5990511328495664695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5990511328495664695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5990511328495664695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/well-dressed-women.html' title='A Well Dressed Woman'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4305674535526271888</id><published>2012-01-06T14:32:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T17:46:46.542-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attractive Parts</title><content type='html'>Probably the a part of woman that I am most attracted too, it is her hips, in particular, and more specifically, the area where her front thigh meets her hip. &amp;nbsp;There is a curvature that is so wonderful to admire and feel, it represents to me a feminine trait that is unmatched.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me explain. &amp;nbsp;A woman has her hips as we know, because it helps them support a child during pregnancy. &amp;nbsp;It causes her to have a more shapely rear in particular, and a curvaceous leg, that is very difficult to&amp;nbsp;for us crossdressers to emulate&amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;I admit, a woman's breasts are also unmatched, however, it isn't so close to home if you know what I mean? &amp;nbsp;And it does not connect with me on my inner desires to procreate (not necessarily have children mind-you).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;High heels only actuate a nice womanly gate from her hips that she may have endear. &amp;nbsp;Her legs so well shaped under a tight skirt or jeans up to her thigh is amazing to witness. &amp;nbsp;If you ever have a chance; just feel this part slowly, the smooth-evenness of it, as it leads your hand from her stomach across her thigh to her golden warmth - you might just agree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, we all have the parts we love, and for me it this particular part of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4305674535526271888?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4305674535526271888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4305674535526271888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4305674535526271888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4305674535526271888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/attractive-parts.html' title='Attractive Parts'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1385832727968015233</id><published>2012-01-05T19:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:06:11.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shinny High Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;In every instance, the shimmer of a pair of shinny high heels always catches my eye and ignites a furry of electric current in me. Eruptive flurries of adrenaline pulsate my heart, elevate my pressure, and cause a brief instant of ecstasy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Okay perhaps it may not be so explicative, however, the glimmer always catches my minds eye and gives me a moment of deep pleasure. The heels as it arches a woman's stocking foot brings enormous satisfaction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;There is something so wondrous and mysterious about the sight of a heeled foot, a primitive, and youthful nature to it. It reminds me of my early adolescent years as I began to notice the sweeter elements of life that accompanied my sexual maturity. To this day that sensation, even as subdued as a glimpse, has never dissipated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;High heels what a delightful invention.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-xxx's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;DK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1385832727968015233?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1385832727968015233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1385832727968015233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1385832727968015233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1385832727968015233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/shinny-high-heels_05.html' title='Shinny High Heels'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4874926784199056672</id><published>2012-01-04T15:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-06T14:41:14.237-08:00</updated><title type='text'>While in Boy-Mode</title><content type='html'>Hard to imagine it from only seeing my girl&amp;nbsp;photos, but yes indeed I do have to go into boy-mode on more than a frequent occasion. &amp;nbsp;I understand that this may blow my image a bit, but perhaps if I explain more about my boy-mode appearance your impression may change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have previously mentioned that I have noticed that cute girls often move through society by avoiding eye-contact, but for non-genetics it is a different story. &amp;nbsp;Eye contact is a necessity, an essential sign. &amp;nbsp;It has been socially ingrained into my psyche that I instinctively look up and around and take a quick look at the male counterpart as they walk by me. &amp;nbsp;Often enough, they will give me deep-long stair, a gaze if you will while in boy-mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The locked eyes that I see can be from any number of factors, such as my nicely coiffed hair and bangs, my french manicure, and well arched brows. &amp;nbsp;The glasses are a dead give away. The picture&amp;nbsp;is worth a thousand words, while in boy-mode. I reflect femininity, and I am read into on occasion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the T-girls or the CD-girls like me that need to go out in society while boy-mode it is a necessity more often than we like, yet the recognition goes with the territory, and is dealt with in whatever form that is. &amp;nbsp;The line has been blurred for me, though I prefer the femininity over all else. &amp;nbsp;The tennis shoes suck, but can't wear heels without a full-out fit on. &amp;nbsp;That's how I roll as Delilah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4874926784199056672?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4874926784199056672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4874926784199056672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4874926784199056672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4874926784199056672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/while-in-boy-mode.html' title='While in Boy-Mode'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2860551134640270661</id><published>2012-01-03T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T20:29:23.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>White Stockings and Mary Jane High Heels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-As6dLApgZh8/TwPORJOQeoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_SgYwgmQeV4/s1600/tumblr_li0l2ovqhw1qetsyyo1_1280.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="158" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-As6dLApgZh8/TwPORJOQeoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_SgYwgmQeV4/s200/tumblr_li0l2ovqhw1qetsyyo1_1280.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have been following a Tumblr account called Backseam Stockings (http://backseam.tumblr.com/) since I created my own account. I admit that as I see more and more of it, I become more infatuated with their photos.&amp;nbsp;Overall, gorgeous women with their sexy legs, sometimes more, it's great! Besides I see a lot of business attire which turns me on, which is why I mostly wear them as-well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Backseam so much that I took my own photos yesterday (see below) and posted them yesterday on my Tumblr account.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pJ129PQuCo/TwPMoICmO7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UJchbMhtRo8/s1600/DSC00731.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0pJ129PQuCo/TwPMoICmO7I/AAAAAAAAAT0/UJchbMhtRo8/s320/DSC00731.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the photos were mostly for myself given that I wore white stockings and black patent Mary Jane's, my favorite combination. &amp;nbsp;Although I was trying to emulate the photos from Backseam; mine were a bit abstract given the angles. &amp;nbsp;In addition, I actually wore a pair of hinged black cuffs I received for Christmas around my ankles that ultimately confused a few fellows who used my tags to find the photos.&amp;nbsp;Amusing a little.&amp;nbsp;Actually, I was surprised how tight I could make the cuffs fit. Very tight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiivSQdnjRg/TwPM8JBSB4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/jjoSA8YY6Wo/s1600/DSC00734.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wiivSQdnjRg/TwPM8JBSB4I/AAAAAAAAAUA/jjoSA8YY6Wo/s320/DSC00734.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;On an ancillary note, when cuffs are tight around my ankles it is very difficult for to stand. &amp;nbsp;I am unaccustomed to this, having been mostly been in rope bondage. &amp;nbsp;I had to lay down, which was useful when I finished shooting. (Hitachi-time)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xla1DOTDAYo/TwPNfLeqM6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/XN1NRSYAbh8/s1600/DSC00684.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xla1DOTDAYo/TwPNfLeqM6I/AAAAAAAAAUM/XN1NRSYAbh8/s320/DSC00684.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really beginning to like Tumblr, the photos on the site are very nice and I can upload my big files which ultimately leads to a better user experience for all, yummy. &amp;nbsp;I can even upload videos up to a 100 megabits, I have plenty less than that to share.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Without digressing too far, self-photo sets are difficult to achieve, yet I think with a little practice I can make work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTm7EZpnrWc/TwPRbOU6e4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/8X4IvNjQet8/s1600/DSC00761.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sTm7EZpnrWc/TwPRbOU6e4I/AAAAAAAAAVg/8X4IvNjQet8/s320/DSC00761.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Without digressing too far, self-photo sets are difficult to achieve, yet I think with a little practice I can make work nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun...fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;DK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2860551134640270661?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2860551134640270661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2860551134640270661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2860551134640270661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2860551134640270661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/white-stockings-and-mary-jane-high.html' title='White Stockings and Mary Jane High Heels'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-As6dLApgZh8/TwPORJOQeoI/AAAAAAAAAUY/_SgYwgmQeV4/s72-c/tumblr_li0l2ovqhw1qetsyyo1_1280.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2995901422429385598</id><published>2012-01-02T12:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:06:12.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping in Bondage</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sleeping in bondage, the fantasy is so exciting, but in reality I find it difficult to accomplish. I suppose it may work, if your tired enough, but the awkward imposed positioning of your body and your limbs creates an unnatural state. &amp;nbsp;If I create a hypothetical herein; the bondage inhibits your body's ability to relax enough so that your mind may reach a dream state. &amp;nbsp;Put another way, the stimuli from the bondage actually maintains an active mind state, thereby you can never fall asleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;That sounds way too technical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Let's face it though, we are, or at least I am extremely stimulated by bondage. &amp;nbsp;It excites me to no end, just writing this excites me. &amp;nbsp;Although I feel extremely comfortable being tightly bound and gagged, it may actually be confusing the comfort with another form stimuli that simulates a state of relaxation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Drilling into the bondage itself, when I am tied up tight, I go into a mind state where I recognize my deprivation. &amp;nbsp;I can hear, but not control myself. &amp;nbsp;The ropes hold my limbs back from functioning normally. &amp;nbsp;If the ropes are tight enough, they can restrict blood flow, even mildly enough to stimulate my nerves. &amp;nbsp;My nerves may tingle or actually shoot pain, but most of the time I feel a numbing sensation. &amp;nbsp;With a nice filling gag and comfortable blindfold the package is set for total subjugation. Oh, now I am excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;This numbness is what I am searching for, because it tells my mind that my ability to move &amp;nbsp;is completely restricted, and it gives me a first step toward acceptance of letting go, a Free-State. &amp;nbsp;As I go deeper, I may feel like I am floating on water, water that is moving, or suspended in air, something like that. &amp;nbsp;I often lose my orientation, not knowing where I am in the room that I was tied up in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;My mind may slip, but I never quite slip enough into subconsciousness. &amp;nbsp;Sleep (naturally) is always a step a away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I tired sleeping in bondage recently while in Colorado with Sandra. &amp;nbsp;Even after shooting great super-fun bondage of myself and her all day, I was more than ready to try it. &amp;nbsp;However, I was very tired, my muscles where feeling the days work and I needed to relax. &amp;nbsp;The bondage I wanted was strict, but comfortable; however, the ropes were to much for me to relax in, that is there was a sense of tension. &amp;nbsp;My mind was over stimulated, even being exhausted from the day, I could reach a Free-State.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Perhaps if I find that the bondage that is mild enough to not over-stimulate and allow me to drift to the point of falling sleep, it may work. &amp;nbsp;I may actually sleep in bondage. &amp;nbsp;It was fun to try. &amp;nbsp;However, I will need to practice this and find the perfect bondage position and a good night to accomplish this task. &amp;nbsp;It's worth the fun in trying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;-xxx's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;DK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2995901422429385598?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2995901422429385598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2995901422429385598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2995901422429385598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2995901422429385598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/sleeping-bondage.html' title='Sleeping in Bondage'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1473564394812265840</id><published>2012-01-01T18:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T14:04:59.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of 2012</title><content type='html'>January 1, 2012, the year is off and running, though around me today in the suburbs of Los Angeles it is very quite. &amp;nbsp;A nice warm day for January, being that it made it up to 78 degrees with light wispy clouds in the sky and a nice westerly breeze, I can't complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have many great ideas brewing about my future bondage endeavors. I anticipate that my ideas will come to fruition, given a little luck of-course. &amp;nbsp;I also hope that I may become more involved with rigging and shooting bondage, besides myself. &amp;nbsp;I think this will come true (wink, wink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I have to admit that the fetish scene is so stimulating, it makes the vanilla world just that plain old cold stuff at Coldstone. &amp;nbsp;I need this, I need that crazy concoction, banana, rocky-road, chocolate syrup, whip cream, walnuts, and gummy bears (not really!) in my ice cream. &amp;nbsp;I know pretty bad analogy and a rather pointless blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess on a day like this, why be so serious? &amp;nbsp;Serious will be on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1473564394812265840?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1473564394812265840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1473564394812265840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1473564394812265840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1473564394812265840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2012/01/year-of-2012.html' title='The Year of 2012'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8054780595296001340</id><published>2011-12-31T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T18:37:15.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Consensual</title><content type='html'>This blog is down, down-tempo, so I apologize in-advance, but I think it is worth discussing. &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I titled this as consensual for a reason, in that it implies that we make a conscious decision to participate in the fetish scene, whatever it may be. &amp;nbsp;It also implies that we are of an age that we can responsibly make this decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I have read two stories of parents using duct tape to bind their very young children in some one way of discipline, and posting it online. &amp;nbsp;I find this to be unnerving and disturbing to my core. It is abusive and irresponsible behavior that is absolutely unacceptable under any terms. &amp;nbsp;I feel very bad for their children and sickened by the parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of all else except the protection of these children and well being, it places an undue burden on us who actually like and participate in the Scene. &amp;nbsp;Our participation is consensual, while those who cannot make this rational decision, it is offensive-disparaging and plan awful to have been forced upon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8054780595296001340?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8054780595296001340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8054780595296001340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8054780595296001340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8054780595296001340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/consensual.html' title='Consensual'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4639331602329217807</id><published>2011-12-30T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-31T11:39:43.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into the Rabbit Hole - HNY</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole I go...after almost five years on hiatus, mistakenly thinking it was four and half, I decided to jump back into Wonderland, Bondage Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy how I remember Wonderland, and now seeing a glimpse, I am very excited to see it again, and again be an active participant. &amp;nbsp; In essence since 2007 I had receded from the on-line Scene and withdrew from updating my profile&amp;nbsp;for very personal reasons. &amp;nbsp;Now that my attention can be re-tasked, I can again focus on what I endeared while I worked as professional model from 2002 through 2007. &amp;nbsp;Though I never left being Delilah on a personal life-style level, I&amp;nbsp;can confidently state that I am back in the on-line Scene and intend to full re-emerge as DK. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although my plans are for personal fulfillment on a life-style level and are without any commercial enterprise, I will now again update my on-line profile by posting on Twitter, Tumblr, and Blogger. &amp;nbsp; I hope you will start or will continue to follow me on this new journey; it will involve all elements of wondrous Crossdresing Bondage that I get involved with. &amp;nbsp;As well as my general life experiences as a crossdresser in society, be-it public appearance, my night-life, shopping, hairstyling and manicures, oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The year of 2012 is going to be a very good year for Delilah Knotty. &amp;nbsp;I hope that this new year brings just as much fulfillment for you and those you care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4639331602329217807?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4639331602329217807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4639331602329217807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4639331602329217807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4639331602329217807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/into-rabbit-hole-hny.html' title='Into the Rabbit Hole - HNY'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7851034998899780425</id><published>2011-12-28T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-28T19:34:55.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Made Eye Contact</title><content type='html'>Well after my discussion on eye contact, I made eye contact today with a rather attractive lady. &amp;nbsp;I admit, it was by accident, the sound of her high heels pulled me in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something about that wonderful sound of the heels that just makes my heart flutter. &amp;nbsp;I looked up and there she was, and simultaneously she looked at me! &amp;nbsp;Ahh, I could only and rather smoothly look away, because more than 3 seconds (the rule) and I could be busted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is that this happened? I am so much better at this game; it as if when you look at someone in another car and they look at you! Strange phenomena that has never been adequately explained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway...eye contact can be extra sweet when there is eye candy involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7851034998899780425?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7851034998899780425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7851034998899780425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7851034998899780425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7851034998899780425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-made-eye-contact.html' title='I Made Eye Contact'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6635100450742404499</id><published>2011-12-27T20:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-27T20:16:41.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Contact</title><content type='html'>I have noticed sometime ago that it is highly efficient for attractive women to not make eye contact with men in the attempt to subvert the misconception that they are available. This can be seen as highly submissive but recognized as a safe communique for women to avoid contact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it mildly interesting when I notice it. I have in particular adopted this social behavior while in public to almost anybody.  The infrequent long stairs often go unnoticed by me. Overall it has helped me blend in with society, although significant care must be practiced. Looking away or being deliberately aside may invite poor conduct by others as it may be seen as a weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet it serves well while trying to push away the uninvited. Women in society have obviously adopted to the inhospitable nature of their counterparts in many ways. Though the  trending attire emphasizing ones feminine qualities contradicts this notion of ambevolence, we must recognize that even the slightest eye contact can demonstrate the wrong message. Eye contact for women may convey confidence in a board room, on the street it is misunderstood as aggressive and for a male whose general nature is to procreate - it is sexual. This may be wrong, and grossly over simplified, but if I am, why are billboards, television commercials, and dolls saturated with provocative attire?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes attire should not be an invitation for sexual proclivity, however, we all know it when we see it, wear it, and want it.  I have digressed from the topic, but I believe it supports my conclusion that diverting from eye contact is more of a pre-emptive defensive posture from a society that adores youth, virulency, and beauty above all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6635100450742404499?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6635100450742404499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6635100450742404499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6635100450742404499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6635100450742404499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/eye-contact.html' title='Eye Contact'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2878249267478585149</id><published>2011-12-25T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:00:01.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>I hope you are having or had a&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;wonderful&lt;/i&gt; Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2878249267478585149?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2878249267478585149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2878249267478585149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2878249267478585149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2878249267478585149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5070329742864205925</id><published>2011-12-23T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T14:37:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delilah Knotty's Scene Profile</title><content type='html'>Too all who may read or follow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have been purposefully absent over the last four and half years, and missed years of opportunity, I am now, however, proudly to state that I am back in the Scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My scene profile has been in desperate need of an update, which I have begun in earnest. However, my new profile will document my endeavors on a private and life-style level. &amp;nbsp;Which is not without public interaction, but is outside my work as a bondage model. &amp;nbsp;Yet, this will be as important as ever, but it will be free for me to share and for those who wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new work will be shared publicly on Tumblr, and streamed via a Twitter feed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very, very excited over this new endeavor and intend to stay in for a while. &amp;nbsp;With one or many followers, this is inconsequential. &amp;nbsp;I am back in the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5070329742864205925?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5070329742864205925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5070329742864205925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5070329742864205925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5070329742864205925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/delilah-knottys-scene-profile.html' title='Delilah Knotty&apos;s Scene Profile'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4960784971702496796</id><published>2011-12-15T08:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T17:44:04.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mani/Pedi</title><content type='html'>Manicures and pedicures is the topic for this session. I can describe my endless obsession over my nails for the next three years. Here is an intro. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before my first manicure I almost never noticed a woman's hands non-the-less  a mani.  I was preoccupied with other feminine qualities. However, sometime in 2005 or 06 that all changed. I am not even sure how, but I can venture to guess that it was inspired by my modeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose my first ten or more manis were quite exhilarating and embarrassing.  I felt alone in a sea of suburban lady's and vietnamese manicurists. Incredibly aware of my surrounds I noticed and heard everything, overly concerned of being the topic of a brief discussion. Glares from left and right made me nervous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you I have learned since that they don't care, really. After all they are there for their nails and it is that common obsession that provides the key to the gates. Do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Effeminate as I am and confident to be present as a true genetic, there is almost no concern to my presence.   I am as them. I blend in and all those early fears are gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty neat, right?  Ah yes I have learned through the years how to blend and how to pass unnoticed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on this topic later.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's. DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4960784971702496796?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4960784971702496796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4960784971702496796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4960784971702496796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4960784971702496796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/manipedi.html' title='Mani/Pedi'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6610232551854376317</id><published>2011-12-14T08:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T20:27:39.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Loft</title><content type='html'>I love the clothing line. They seem well made, are comfortable, and pleasing to the eye. Though sometimes it seems a bit undertone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So its for lady's but if a shopper intends to buy does it matter who the person is?  Given the apathetic sales person I exchanged time with yesterday, I suppose it does matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went into the store and walked straight to the back where I saw a skirt I liked while shopping a few days before. I found the skirt within 30 seconds and proceeded to buy. That's where the game began. First the older sales lady specifically directed the sales to her instead of the probable, temporary younger college student. Then asking if the skirt was a gift, where clearly it was not. Why now would she ask?  To see if I capitulate to her whim of disapproval.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took the price tag off anyway as if it were a gift. But of-course I did not receive a gift receipt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this was some sort of weak mind game we participated-in. For what end, not sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, who is the person buying the skirt and who is selling?  I seem snobby writing that, however, I am buying and she is not. Next time The Loft; have your staff be nice to all patrons it reflects on you far better than otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6610232551854376317?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6610232551854376317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6610232551854376317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6610232551854376317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6610232551854376317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/loft.html' title='The Loft'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4247007882599866142</id><published>2011-12-13T12:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T17:21:04.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living the Dream.</title><content type='html'>When I was young, I yearned for what I am living now. Though limited in-part, I have the freedom to express my feminine soul as I wish. Soon I will be departing on a trip in total Femm for a few days.  I will admit I am still exhilarated by this thought and have been looking forward to this for a long time.  I have traveled before in Femm but in this case I have a lasting duration and with singular purpose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsessive as I am over details, I plan to wear professional women's attire. I am pretty adamant at this expression as I feel it represents me best.  And for what I mean to covey, it is confidence, femininity, and beauty.  Besides just being in Femm is natural. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a young person I never thought this could be but it is and can. Living the dream does come with risk, however. But as in all risk analysis, one must way the benefits, and yes the benefits are far greater. So with that I continue this journey and leave you with this rather esoteric note. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4247007882599866142?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4247007882599866142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4247007882599866142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4247007882599866142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4247007882599866142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/living-dream.html' title='Living the Dream.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7421718942113546331</id><published>2011-12-11T13:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T12:28:05.902-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at Macys</title><content type='html'>Shopping has always been an exciting adventure because of the tabu nature of looking at women's clothes.  I used to get very nervous but that eventually subsided to a mellow cautiousness. Always aware of my surroundings in ladies departments, I maintained an awareness of who may notice. And more importantly what they may say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This had subsided even more, nearly to the point of total relaxation.  I still see the sales ladies walk by and perhaps the occasional suspicious male who in my over active imagination think as undercover agents of security. But hey there is no harm in shopping for a business jacket and skirt set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, to make it easy now on my self and the sales ladies I usually try my dresses on in the my appropriate dressing room or actually buy two sizes and return the clothes that don't fit.  If I go shopping as Delilah I do not hesitate to try them on in the ladies room.   That's only right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the last year I feel as if my life as the crossdresser has changed substantially toward that of cross gendered. Though I will not go as far transition, thats not needed, I will pursue with intentional focus a life as feminine as I should, want, or could be while staying a genetic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7421718942113546331?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7421718942113546331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7421718942113546331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7421718942113546331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7421718942113546331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/shopping-at-macy.html' title='Shopping at Macys'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1389791593806724417</id><published>2011-12-09T10:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T10:12:51.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Still here.</title><content type='html'>I have been having a bit of a re-emergence, actually a full throttle explosion back into web space. Why?  Time to live again and take my precious time and use it to the maximum. I am excited to be back in the scene though I never left it on a personal level. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please follow my me as I share my day to day life experiences. I am now on Twitter and post on Tumblr. Follow me you won't be disappointed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1389791593806724417?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1389791593806724417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1389791593806724417' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1389791593806724417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1389791593806724417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2011/12/still-here.html' title='Still here.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1731944323472827421</id><published>2008-07-07T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T19:45:26.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nearly One Year Ago</title><content type='html'>Wow, what word can say, other than that!  One year ago I almost published my last post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been away for many reasons, life changing events.  I am not quite at liberty to say why, but I apologize for not explaining,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, Delilah is still alive and well in LA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-xxx's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;DK&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1731944323472827421?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1731944323472827421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1731944323472827421' title='42 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1731944323472827421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1731944323472827421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2008/07/nearly-one-year-ago.html' title='Nearly One Year Ago'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>42</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5540148489023819941</id><published>2007-07-26T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:55:13.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiatus Now Over</title><content type='html'>Wow, that was a longer hiatus than I anticipated.  Sorry to keep ya-all waiting, if indeed you were.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean who reads a blog every day, but I guess some do, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a serious change in lifestyle, can't say what, but I have been very busy and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;accommodating&lt;/span&gt; my schedule to reflect the change. It has been trying, but what isn't, esp. good things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wanted this, and after he choice was made, there is no turning back.   As I see my past is good and bad, it has shaped me, molded me into who I am.  I have very little to regret, except I wish I hadn't wasted so much time...and do I hate anyone or hold a grudge, no not really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What am I saying??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever...make a choice and live with it bub.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5540148489023819941?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5540148489023819941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5540148489023819941' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5540148489023819941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5540148489023819941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/07/hiatus-now-over.html' title='Hiatus Now Over'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-195749046305220908</id><published>2007-06-29T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T07:03:45.694-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Next Week</title><content type='html'>From today on I am going to be a little reoccupied with a long term project, kind of kick start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will unlikely be blogging for maybe a week.  I'll be back though and you too, promise me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-195749046305220908?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/195749046305220908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=195749046305220908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/195749046305220908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/195749046305220908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/busy-next-week.html' title='Busy Next Week'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4751678303107231951</id><published>2007-06-29T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T06:59:14.634-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossdressing Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>Are you at all tired of hearing about my CD lifestyle?  I wonder, boring? Well you know, this can be all encompassing and comprise a big portion of your life once you embrace it.  Although, for me, it was precedent in my actions, it did not or I made sure, that it did not interferer with my concentration on my daily life.  You see you cannot change without motivation and drive, simultaneously however. you must move on and Focus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see I found myself compelled to dress daily in femme-boy mode, but I still had to do my work, I had to be there on time, complete my assignments, be productive.  I found this to be quite natural and didn't really require additional effort on my part.  To me this make me feel comfortable and at ease.  I am trying to convey this, because in the past when I was younger, I had let this desire interrupt the complete flow of my life, not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I have matured quite a lot, that's my opinion.  And maybe it is the realization that no matter what you want, don't let it take you over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I going?  I am saying, this has been quite a natural transition.  No interruptions to my original lifestyle, I am now just a kind of outwardly a femme-boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4751678303107231951?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4751678303107231951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4751678303107231951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4751678303107231951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4751678303107231951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/crossdressing-lifestyle.html' title='Crossdressing Lifestyle'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8138434421506614352</id><published>2007-06-28T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T07:43:11.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Boy-Mode for a Day.</title><content type='html'>So I went back in to work in full out boy mode, that is no women's shoes, pants or blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can say I was extremely comfortable, the office has been running hot, the air unit and the onset of summer, so I was sweating it out over the last few days having a bra and camisole on.  You have no idea how hot that can get!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wearing jeans and a light fabric REI shirt.  Nice and breezy.  But I think I confused my coworkers. They got used to me wearing the heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well until they get that building back in order I am wearing light clothing, not that I can't do that in femme mode, short sleeve shirts just don't do me too much justice and it is hard to coordinate with pants.  And having a bra and camisole on, kind of defeats the propose. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides I like my French Cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8138434421506614352?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8138434421506614352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8138434421506614352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8138434421506614352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8138434421506614352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/back-in-boy-mode.html' title='Back in Boy-Mode for a Day.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7543240937207061461</id><published>2007-06-23T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:48:21.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red heels were a hit.</title><content type='html'>Okay, those new red heels were a hit, they look great.  I need to accessorize more, esp. in the shoes department.  I can see why so many genetics have various heels, colors and types.  It was fun to vary from the black heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'll wait on the shopping spree, I have other things in mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say, now that my upper legs got use to the heels, the calves really felt it with these little Dorothy gems.  The heel height is 3 and 1/4 inch, I guess that 1/4 made the difference!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7543240937207061461?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7543240937207061461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7543240937207061461' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7543240937207061461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7543240937207061461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/now-its-my-calves.html' title='Red heels were a hit.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3150508699394151493</id><published>2007-06-22T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T06:38:03.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red High Heels to Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPht7a9ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/TUVmVSUw6SA/s1600-h/High+Heels_2002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPht7a9ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/TUVmVSUw6SA/s200/High+Heels_2002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078881182961825170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I am on a theme here, my high heels I wear to work while in boy-femme mode.  I have been wearing black heels, very nice and professional, but I found these heels online an got them. Wow they look snazzy and sharp. They are a wine red, with an alligator faux print and are most of all-shinny.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPpd7a9aI/AAAAAAAAADw/CnireTzfM_Q/s1600-h/High+Heels_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPpd7a9aI/AAAAAAAAADw/CnireTzfM_Q/s200/High+Heels_2004.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078881316105811362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love shinny shoes. Then I wore my favorite white knee high's with my Ann Taylor stripped pants and a form fitting stretchy red shirt to match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPRt7a9XI/AAAAAAAAADY/pGTpVwKltCE/s1600-h/High+Heels_2001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPRt7a9XI/AAAAAAAAADY/pGTpVwKltCE/s200/High+Heels_2001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078880908083918194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoes were so out there, however, you get noticed, I tell ya.  The trick is confidence, wear them as if it is totally natural you whole life, and second do not look anyone in the eye unless you need too.  We'll talk about this little tid bit later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's enjoy the red shinny shoes and white socks.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPZd7a9YI/AAAAAAAAADg/I0M8rKic3q8/s1600-h/High+Heels_2003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPZd7a9YI/AAAAAAAAADg/I0M8rKic3q8/s200/High+Heels_2003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078881041227904386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3150508699394151493?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3150508699394151493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3150508699394151493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3150508699394151493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3150508699394151493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/red-high-heels-to-work.html' title='Red High Heels to Work'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnvPht7a9ZI/AAAAAAAAADo/TUVmVSUw6SA/s72-c/High+Heels_2002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8943592221523843666</id><published>2007-06-21T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T07:14:33.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels at Work..continued experience</title><content type='html'>I know, I keep discussing my heels at work. Wearing them regularly has been a big deal to me, crossing of a threshold.  Next big step is wearing a skirt-this thought paralyzes me with happiness, one-day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the heels are good enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking around quite frequently yesterday, I had to bind my final report for sending it out in the mail-we have no admin help at-all, and my feet began to ache, really the toes. They felt squished. I took my shoes off at my desk afterwards to let them relax. Funny thing you could clearly see my socks I was wearing were very sheer-like hose.  White too-my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught many persons, women and men alike looking down at my feet when they came by to talk.  They seem to just acknowledge that yes, I am wearing women's clothing including the sheer knee highs. No big deal, but it is quite the experience to watch and interpret my coworkers expressions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's the experience of wearing high heels to work, they are pretty any all, make plenty of noise, accentuate your posture, but can cause some ache too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8943592221523843666?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8943592221523843666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8943592221523843666' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8943592221523843666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8943592221523843666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/high-heels-at-workcontinued-experience.html' title='High Heels at Work..continued experience'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6252081112166575869</id><published>2007-06-20T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T06:51:14.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/Rnkv197a9UI/AAAAAAAAADA/GjaU8SAzrt0/s1600-h/High+Heels001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/Rnkv197a9UI/AAAAAAAAADA/GjaU8SAzrt0/s200/High+Heels001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078142659040310594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now to give you a real perspective of my daywalking, that is my Tg/CD lifestyle, I took some photos of my heals I wear to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a reminder, I am still in boy mode, but am very femm too. However, I show my true colors and proclivity or being female.  The only real difference is that I don't wear a lot of make up to my day-job as do on the weekends when I am Delilah.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnkwOt7a9VI/AAAAAAAAADI/vBLcdL1chIk/s1600-h/High+Heels003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnkwOt7a9VI/AAAAAAAAADI/vBLcdL1chIk/s200/High+Heels003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078143084242072914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this, I can still be femm and not be overly concerned about the make up, besides, they seem to accept me just as I am now.  Since I dress professionally, it's all okay. My shoes are not spiky-4inchers, they are smart and conservative, but a little stylish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, I walk freely at work inside the office building, in the hallways, and the outside fourier with my little business suits and heels, clicking away too and fro.  Now if it isn't the pearls, then it is these nice black shinny heels that give me away.  My coworkers don't care, my boss never has said a word; I do good work, I am overly qualified, and so hey, I have mastered my domain, so I have taken advantage.  You know what though, this is Los Angeles, in fact the San Fernando Valley. Do you realize I am not the only T-girl? My cowrokers know this, I know this!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnkwY97a9WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5DAE2hqECfo/s1600-h/High+Heels002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RnkwY97a9WI/AAAAAAAAADQ/5DAE2hqECfo/s200/High+Heels002.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078143260335732066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And please note my signature, white knee high, sheer hose/socks  and the black high heel shoes.  I love this. It is bit eighties, but it is my style.  OMG I am so happy I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well off to the day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6252081112166575869?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6252081112166575869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6252081112166575869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6252081112166575869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6252081112166575869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/some-perspective.html' title='Some Perspective'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/Rnkv197a9UI/AAAAAAAAADA/GjaU8SAzrt0/s72-c/High+Heels001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6280914597618100135</id><published>2007-06-19T06:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T07:02:40.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Policing What to Wear in US</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6757527.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/americas/6757527.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is an interesting article I just read on-line, policing what to wear in the US, well really, Louisiana.  In a small forgotten hole in the world, a town called Delcambre decided to pass a law fining those wearing baggy pants that show your underwear.  I guess it is offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this day and age and in the United States, we still have idiotic councils attempting to dictate the moral of our attire. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is really stupid and annoying.  What a waste of time, it is no wonder a State like Louisiana sucks ass so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is why I live here in beautiful LA. It's sunny here all the time for one, warm, and we are so busy moving and making our lives go, we do not concern ourselves of what others are wearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine if I walked into this back-ass ward, forgotten place. They probably see the T-girl and have a hart-attack.  That would be super fun, but I better run in flats, cause my 3-inch heels won't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6280914597618100135?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6280914597618100135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6280914597618100135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6280914597618100135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6280914597618100135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/policing-what-to-wear-in-us.html' title='Policing What to Wear in US'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1633422149464619660</id><published>2007-06-18T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T07:08:21.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prestige</title><content type='html'>I was watching The Prestige last, BTW: good flick, and I noticed my girl Charlotte &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Johansen&lt;/span&gt; was in it.  She is so pretty, if I was a genetic girl, I would be white, and I would be her. She has beautiful skin, lovely figure, great-feminine and deep voice. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of her in the movie I just want to dress-up all the way and be a total girl full time. It is her ultimate femininity that draws me. I think she is so attractive I want to emulate her, not be-her, but be what she represents to me.  How is this, am I a girl inside or is this just fascination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is, I am a girl inside, I just want to be as attractive as the most feminine women I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah K&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1633422149464619660?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1633422149464619660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1633422149464619660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1633422149464619660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1633422149464619660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/prestige.html' title='The Prestige'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6726413154009915903</id><published>2007-06-17T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-17T10:37:06.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HD Filming</title><content type='html'>I am switching to shooting Video in HD. Upon glance, the video is very clear and sharp, the colors too are noticeably deeper, more saturated, and bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The difference is very pleasing to the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The draw backs, my older version of Final Cur Pro (2 years) doesn't recognize my camera, however, the iMovie HD does.  So I have to use this to capture the video clip. Then I need to transfer it back to Final Cut for compressing to the web, because iM is designed for DVD burning. I could use QuickTime Pro, but why should I when it is embedded into Final Cut?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here is the time lag. The video is very big size, 10 Gigs.  However, I only have 2.1/2 Gigs of RAM in my G5, so the real time rendering doesn't happen as it did with just straight up DV. I have to render it first, that's 15 minutes.  Thereafter, too keep the resolution as best as possible, I am using the new QuicKTime code H.264 with second a pass encoding, in the past it has been done by using Sorensen 3 codecs. I did a one minute practice run, it took me 15 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying a 7 minute clip and looks like an hour plus. Still running. Good thing I have house chores to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried this codec when DK first went online, however, at the time, most people couldn't download QuickTime 7 except Mac users, like me. Now QT7 is more common and is the standard for compressing for the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is taking time, over an hour. Maybe I should up my RAM to 6 Gigs and or go back to Sorensen.  I will practice with this clip and see what works best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6726413154009915903?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6726413154009915903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6726413154009915903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6726413154009915903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6726413154009915903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/hd-filming.html' title='HD Filming'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3549216322973024335</id><published>2007-06-16T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:18:02.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Femm Wardrobe</title><content type='html'>I have a limited wardrobe of my feminine attire that I wear to work daily now.  Nothing spectacular, just something I have started to build-up since I decided this last year that I was going as CD at work full-time.  Some of my Delilah clothes like skirts and stuff I have not yet ventured to wear-yet, mind-you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have maybe 8 or so blouses and various pants, and about four complete pant suits, a matching pant and jacket set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need more because women vary there clothes so much, but when I am getting ready in the morning I like to just get my clothes on rather quickly and go. I am so busy. Who wants to decide if the white blouse with stripes or the blue blouse should go with the black pants.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fun and all.  I have a method though, I went and got three pants of the same style and cut and three stretchy cotton blouses; black, blue, and red with the same style and cut too.  It makes life easy on those mornings when I am really in rush and need to jam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heels, black that's it. I got some new ones with a faux alligator patent leather, cute over all, but I am killing them wearing them daily, boring!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's gonna be boring for awhile, until I get more used to this femm lifestyle...besides I want to improve my videos for the Site first...go HD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3549216322973024335?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3549216322973024335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3549216322973024335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3549216322973024335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3549216322973024335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/femm-wardrobe.html' title='Femm Wardrobe'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1674751039033960276</id><published>2007-06-16T09:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T10:00:43.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it weird that I get excited over my Photos?</title><content type='html'>My photos on Delilah Knotty get me so excited sometimes. I see the outcome of the work, and I want to go and hide in my bedroom and do naughty things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. The sets that Sandra and I did for June uploads were so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the school girl look, what a hot fantasy.  How many of you bondage crossdresser enthuisasts enjoy it too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may try a little more fantasy role-playing bondage shots in the next few months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1674751039033960276?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1674751039033960276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1674751039033960276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1674751039033960276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1674751039033960276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/is-it-weird-that-i-get-excited-over-my.html' title='Is it weird that I get excited over my Photos?'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-626020705282011472</id><published>2007-06-15T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T06:57:48.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossdressing with Pride</title><content type='html'>Being an outward crossdresser in my daily life should be done with pride, that's what I believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this place called Los Angeles, it is our freedom and right to be self expressive. It is who we are and what defines us.  I see that as a crossdresser I am gawked at, ignored, or get feelings of animosity from others; it's nerve racking I admit, I am not made out of steel.  But I feel it is my right to be ultimately what I want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who defines what a woman should be and man?  Society, I understand this of-course, we all move in fashion that is socially acceptable. This is human behavior at it's roots, from animals to us, social behavior is hardwired in our genes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, there is no reason why these cannot be challenged.  I feel as the transgendered self, that I should be able to express myself as a feminine male.  I wear my high heels now, women's pants, blouses and bra, etc. Outwardly I am expressing myself as a female, yet my anatomy indicates otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what!  I am free to be who I am and what I want. As a feminine male at work, well then, so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Self expression should be done with pride, as a crossdresser or chick with a Mohawk, yes  there is woman by my day job that I see with a Mohawk and rides a pink Beach Cruiser to work.  See that is self expression at it's best. Even I stared at her, but at the same time, I nodded my head in agreement and happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why I who I am, because we are all in a struggle to express oneself, we should then do our part, and make that one step to introduce us a crossdressing/transgendered community to the world at large, even if is just in this small city called Los Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-626020705282011472?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/626020705282011472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=626020705282011472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/626020705282011472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/626020705282011472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/crossdressing-with-pride.html' title='Crossdressing with Pride'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6854234006931079682</id><published>2007-06-14T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T07:14:21.588-07:00</updated><title type='text'>White Socks and Black High Heels</title><content type='html'>Ever you ever noticed in my photos that I frequently wear white stockings with black high heels.  It is my favorite combination of women's wear, it has been my individual and distinct fetish since I was a teen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday in my work attire, I wore white socks, more like sheer knee high socks with my black shinny high heels. I loved this so much. You can't not notice this combo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my black Ann Taylor slacks with nice fine strips running down the pant leg, my black silk blouse with a white collar and white french cuffs, and of-course my white pearl necklace and matching earrings, I was so feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt really.. really good and confident yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is feeling really nice and natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6854234006931079682?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6854234006931079682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6854234006931079682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6854234006931079682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6854234006931079682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/white-socks-and-black-high-heels.html' title='White Socks and Black High Heels'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4226992868451244496</id><published>2007-06-13T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T06:33:10.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The High Heels from my Crossdressing Lifestyle</title><content type='html'>My quads, those muscles right above my knee are beginning to relax from wearing my high heels to work while in my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;crossdressing&lt;/span&gt; lifestyle.  I had not anticipated this at all!  I came to realize about a few days within wearing my heels &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;consistently&lt;/span&gt;, that my quads seemed to be tension and were sometimes sore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my high heels. Most might think it is your calves that might be feel this, they after all, look like they are in tension too, but not really.    I think of all else, my ankles felt it more than the calves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balance is the key to wearing my high heels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While standing up, my ankles feel the pressure to sheer to a side, that puts pressure on them.  You need to maintain balance as you stand up even in the chunky heels, like mine. Please don't get fooled, I am professional, I dress professional and wear professional smart heels with business suits.  I have to look good, proper and appropriate.  But at least my high heels are three inches high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then standing straight, that I think tests my quads.  Even while sitting, my toes are higher than my heels. That is when I am sitting straight with my knees together. Then my quads feel a little tight, or used too as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I cross my legs, it gives some relief, but that can stress the foot on the ground, kind of sheers it too, caused by the imbalance of the heel on the ground and in long term a little harder to maintain.   But that is how women sit isn't it?  I have to be proper lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;girly&lt;/span&gt; deal is surprising me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough-but hey now, I am wearing high heels to work and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crossdressing&lt;/span&gt;, need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah K.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4226992868451244496?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4226992868451244496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4226992868451244496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4226992868451244496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4226992868451244496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/high-heels.html' title='The High Heels from my Crossdressing Lifestyle'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3595973067863593066</id><published>2007-06-12T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T05:59:06.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrong side of the bed.</title><content type='html'>I have decided sometime in the middle of Saturday night to sleep with head and locks at the end of the bed, not the head of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is comfortable. I guess I need to rotate my mattress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weirdest thing though, I woke up on these last few days, not really knowing which way to get out of bed for the door or even more dramatically, where I am even at-like this morning. I thought I was in a hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you can see, now I am sleeping 180 degrees opposite than previously, so now my left side faces the door instead of my right. I naturally move to my right and find the window. Being super sleepy, it's hard to reason it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the hotel room, that's odd, twice now I have felt this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try it out sometime, it is kind of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3595973067863593066?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3595973067863593066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3595973067863593066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3595973067863593066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3595973067863593066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='Wrong side of the bed.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7555022507405680933</id><published>2007-06-10T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:41:02.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Price to Pay as a T-girl.</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I was getting dressed-up, actually kind of dressy for a Saturday, and was buttoning my  blouse and my French Cuffs.  The cuffs are really a nice touch to my blouses, they accentuate the feminine nature of the blouse, but I say, what's-Up with the buttons?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be sooooo difficult to put through 4 holes, jez!  Because you take out the buttons for dry cleaning, then put them back on.  You have to thread them through the shirt and through the cuff links, that's four, blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, then if you loose them or they become unthreaded in the middle of the day, you are in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Humm?? The price you have to pay to be a T-girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7555022507405680933?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7555022507405680933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7555022507405680933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7555022507405680933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7555022507405680933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/price-to-pay-as-t-girl.html' title='Price to Pay as a T-girl.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4219422992338103261</id><published>2007-06-09T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T08:34:47.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Autonomy?</title><content type='html'>So I was speaking of having some autonomy yesterday, however, to my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;surprise&lt;/span&gt; I came to realize that as I said I stair at women's beauty and hair cuts, I wanted my privacy? What makes me so special?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; full time fem-boy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;during&lt;/span&gt; my day job and Delilah on the weekends, I drive attention o myself being a stand-out from the everyday crowd.  Now I am not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;implying&lt;/span&gt; I get stopped and asked out, but in the last year since I have embraced my fem lifestyle, I get hit on frequently by men, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;stared&lt;/span&gt; at by people, and ignored or recieve semi-hostile looks and postures by the genetics myway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not easy being a fem-boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men are gay for sure, the ones that are not, are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;certainly&lt;/span&gt; confused.  The heterosexual men think at first glance I am a real girl, but soon they see I am one of those.  I think it is the heels.  Some men are programed to find the sound of heels, then to their surprise I am not that genetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the hostile women, they certainly despise me. They hate my emulation of them, in particular the dressy ones.  They see what I am trying to be and on a deep level they understand I adore there &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;femininity&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;objectify&lt;/span&gt;, so I emulate.  They seem to dislike this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the general public for the most part is okay, but who cares-I dismiss them, this is my life, my choice, my self-expression. I think they understand too. We all have our daily lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;summed&lt;/span&gt; up those three recognizable elements here, but I must be aware of that other element that is hard to readily identify, but could be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;truly&lt;/span&gt; dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I am not fitting the man-women norm, I shouldn't be persecuted, but you know as I, this is not they way it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;DK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4219422992338103261?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4219422992338103261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4219422992338103261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4219422992338103261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4219422992338103261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/special-autonomy.html' title='Special Autonomy?'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6107533956905577463</id><published>2007-06-08T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T06:48:16.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hair Bangs...</title><content type='html'>Well I am unsure who invented the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;name&lt;/span&gt; for those short hair pieces around your forehead &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;called&lt;/span&gt; bangs, but ever since Sandra from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Trannies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in Trouble said I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; get bangs a year or so back, I have been obsessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice the bangs on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; hair style all the time. I search for the perfect cut, the length of the bangs, how much, if they are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;striaght&lt;/span&gt; across or angle downward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I eventually got some bangs cut. I started long with just a few.  Now I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;evolved&lt;/span&gt; to nearly full bangs or super bangs &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;across&lt;/span&gt; my forehead.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Truly&lt;/span&gt; I have a fem hair style, long hair, with layers in the front which terminate with a nice row of front bangs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bangs are slightly below my eye, almost mid level.  I guess I am reaching that event horizon, bangs right at the eye brow.  I am closing in, I just need to get use this now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first thought, I love them.  But I admit it's nerve-racking to do all this fem stuff.  I feel as if people notice and stair at me.  I want my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;autonomy&lt;/span&gt;!  Ahhhh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6107533956905577463?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6107533956905577463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6107533956905577463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6107533956905577463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6107533956905577463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/hair-bangs.html' title='Hair Bangs...'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4101475827185907250</id><published>2007-06-07T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T06:23:37.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Comfort of Wearing a Bra</title><content type='html'>I have found that it is very comfortable wearing a bra. I know that it may be unnatural because I am not a genetic, but as transgendered self, it is a reassuring feeling that I am embracing my femininity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess there are a few elements that women distinctly wear or show that are quite different than men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One is wearing a bra.&lt;br /&gt;The second is heels.&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a skirt.&lt;br /&gt;and jewelry, make up and general self-adornment (hair, nails, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not yet ventured to my day job in a skirt, though it is my goal and dream. I do wear my heels and pant suits, my women's underwear-knee high socks, and have long nails and hair.  I have embraced my femininity and it feels it good to be daily.  Though I feel a bit alone in this.  Not may of us out here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reassured when I see a transgendered female or butch female because honestly I see more of them than us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now off to work in my business attire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4101475827185907250?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4101475827185907250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4101475827185907250' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4101475827185907250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4101475827185907250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/comfort-of-wearing-bra.html' title='The Comfort of Wearing a Bra'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4677682897110722643</id><published>2007-06-06T07:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T07:25:19.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Sleepy Today</title><content type='html'>I am so sleepy today.  I am out of coffee for one, that's bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And last night my alrming kept tripping...I went to be late on top of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4677682897110722643?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4677682897110722643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4677682897110722643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4677682897110722643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4677682897110722643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/so-sleepy-today.html' title='So Sleepy Today'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2277661524639057718</id><published>2007-06-05T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T07:03:21.757-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antarctica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmVtJd7a9TI/AAAAAAAAACY/DE7EyEWwGQU/s1600-h/Antartica.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmVtJd7a9TI/AAAAAAAAACY/DE7EyEWwGQU/s200/Antartica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072580564722840882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aber.ac.uk/%7Eglawww/antarctic.shtml"&gt;Antarctica&lt;/a&gt;, the worlds largest most contiguous sheet of continental Ice is bigger than twice the size of Australia or the United States and Mexico combined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ice sheets are an average thickness of one mile, with some areas as thick as three miles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The amount of fresh water locked into the ice sheets is enormous, more than one may be able to fathom.  Approximately 1 cubic mile of water is what is consumed in Los Angeles per year, while approximately 26 cubic miles of water is what has been estimated to be released per year in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rate of glacial melting is so alarming in that the world will change forever if even one significant sheet is lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is perhaps too late to stop this process.  The geologic record doesn't show herself readily, but several lines of evidence suggest the sheet has not been lost since the Miocene Age-25 Million years ago.  To find now that it is melting, after 25 million years, is crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this natural variability, not likely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2277661524639057718?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2277661524639057718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2277661524639057718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2277661524639057718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2277661524639057718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/antarcticahttpwwwbloggercomimggllinkgif.html' title='Antarctica'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmVtJd7a9TI/AAAAAAAAACY/DE7EyEWwGQU/s72-c/Antartica.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-783272029695132373</id><published>2007-06-04T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:22:12.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Ray Technology</title><content type='html'>I am all for new technology to come along to change how we do our daily work.  From new faster and more efficient computer chips, to advanced LCD high resolutions screens, and now the new DVD burning formats, namely mentioned here-the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blu-ray_Disc"&gt;Blue Ray&lt;/a&gt; (see Wikipedia).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue Ray, invented something like 10 years ago, was done by accident as I heard, and was found to be a highly effective way of storing data.  Utilizing the short wave Blue Ray, the technology is touted that one Blue-Ray disc can hold up to 25 G, that's five times the current DVD format.  Perfect for HD storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's where I like it, encoding and storage of HD and other data storage intensive formats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I need to restart my DVD collection in Blue-Ray?  I mean, you need all kinds of stuff to even see the difference. Right now, the flat panels are only now taking off, not to mention most sold are not the 1080i (interlaced) which allows for HD viewing at the full scale viewing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the full pleasure for viewing you need: a flat panel 1080i TV, a HD DVD Player, and a HDMI cable-this alone is $100!  All in all, minus the $30 buckos per HD DVD Blue Ray-blah, I think that sounds like 2,000 dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds expensive to watch a movie now a days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-783272029695132373?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/783272029695132373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=783272029695132373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/783272029695132373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/783272029695132373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/blue-ray-technology.html' title='Blue Ray Technology'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2345789211400973850</id><published>2007-06-03T11:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T11:38:01.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Apacalytpo</title><content type='html'>I have been waiting for the time so that I could give my review on Mel Gibson's Apacalytpo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apacalypto, a tale of a small Mayan tribe that is brutally taken over by the larger more advanced society of the Mayan's, somewhere presumably in the Yucatan Peninsula.  The tribe is a small group just making a living off the land that sustains, however, as in all major society a resource was needed, not farm land, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As captors of the highly skilled Mayan warriors that invaded them, the tribe is taken back in a daisy chain of bondage back to the city.  The warriors themselves are shown in a small light as human, but devoid of feelings for anyone but their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The human commodities are taken back to the once great city and are sacrificed in a ritual that I have not seen reinacted before. As grotesque as it has been known for, Mel Gibson brings it to the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Following this, an eclipse begins and the sacrifices end.  But the movie hardly ends there. I cannot go on, but to say it was fun to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over all I think Mel Gibson's theme of the movies shines through. An advanced but uncivilized society, prays on there neighbors as a resources, slaves, human sacrifices, and whatever.  As seen in the movie, they Mayan's are indulgent, but plagued by famine and disease and care only of control of their society by religion to oppress and destroy.  The lesson of this movie is clear-environmentalism and socialism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we see ourselves as different, there are hints of our life today in the extinct Mayans.  Can we inhabit this planet without over indulging and outsources our tasks to underpaid, poorly cared individuals or migrants?  Do we need to migrate to other parts of the world for resources as oil, minerals, food, commodities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though we do not see the harm we induce my such wanting, others abroad suffer and die, in the name of what; religon, politics, indulgence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mel Gibson's movie was engrossing, entertaining, and a mirror of today's society.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we do not get civilized, we may end up just like the Mayan's, extinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2345789211400973850?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2345789211400973850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2345789211400973850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2345789211400973850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2345789211400973850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/apacalytpo.html' title='Apacalytpo'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6199065053730002099</id><published>2007-06-02T07:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-02T08:14:18.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toast, the end pieces.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmGJQKOwnqI/AAAAAAAAACI/pmigio133s0/s1600-h/Toast.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmGJQKOwnqI/AAAAAAAAACI/pmigio133s0/s200/Toast.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071485566113062562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While most people seem to dislike the end pieces of toast, I like them very much, ummm.  They weren't always my favorite pieces, but I have discovered the secret. Want to know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The butter seems to melt to the back of the bread were it becomes trapped in hot matrix of decadent bread gue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too much butter, I can't get fat, but enough to enjoy, fill me up, and subside that grumbling from my industrial strength coffee I so much enjoy. Nothing like that caffeine high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the end pieces are delicious.  I am not sure about the nutrients on the end pieces being better than the middle, you ever hear that one? Whatever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well good morning it's Saturday-the beginning of the Month I might add!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6199065053730002099?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6199065053730002099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6199065053730002099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6199065053730002099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6199065053730002099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/toast-end-pieces.html' title='Toast, the end pieces.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmGJQKOwnqI/AAAAAAAAACI/pmigio133s0/s72-c/Toast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5988455033979028836</id><published>2007-06-01T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T07:43:58.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossdressing Bondage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmAvtaOwnoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_7K1Ct1zQ5I/s1600-h/Delilah_02_23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmAvtaOwnoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_7K1Ct1zQ5I/s200/Delilah_02_23.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071105637601025666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I beg to ask the question what is it that makes the two very distinct activities mix so well, 1. Crossdressing and 2. Bondage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a long term blog with no real definite-conclusive answer, but fun to negotiate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay then let's begin, &lt;a href="http://www.delilahknotty.com/"&gt;Deilah Knotty's Crossdressing Bondage.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossdressing, wearing clothes of the opposite gender-really that's it.  This is usually done by males, but here in LA-I see some hot crossdressing women who wear men's suites.  I believe what may often begin as a fetish or a mechanism of heightened sexual arousal, becomes a impulsion to frequently dress as the other gender-why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the beauty of the feminine form draws in men to crossdress, in that they yearn to become that very form they endear.  So eventually through years that form that want to possess and imitate becomes more outwardly expressive as time passes, they become more feminine (speaking of myself).  Eventually you become an outward crossdresser.   Although now I would say I have crossed the threshold and into gender identity.  I actually think I am a Gender Noncomformist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondage; the physical restraint of ones body.  Oh my. Pure sexual-really. Who walks around in bondage?  Haven't seen it, yet.  Well I think typically this extreme form of sexual play when mixed with the already heightening of crossdressing, becomes an explosive mix.  This is not all that uncommon for men. This can range from wearing some silky panties and and tied up at the bedposts, or an imaginative like a French Maids out fit with all the fixings with an armbinder, ballgag, and some very Mary Jane high heels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well let's stop here...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmAv66OwnpI/AAAAAAAAACA/s4JZV7XDubs/s1600-h/Delilah_02_13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmAv66OwnpI/AAAAAAAAACA/s4JZV7XDubs/s200/Delilah_02_13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071105869529259666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5988455033979028836?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5988455033979028836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5988455033979028836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5988455033979028836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5988455033979028836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/06/crossdressing-bondage.html' title='Crossdressing Bondage'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RmAvtaOwnoI/AAAAAAAAAB4/_7K1Ct1zQ5I/s72-c/Delilah_02_23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8214062409701907643</id><published>2007-05-31T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:16:42.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May 31st - End of the Month</title><content type='html'>Is it me, or is the end of the Month give you a good feeling? It is like a small sense of accomplishment.  Some may dread each one, but as the last day approaches, then comes - as in today, it feels good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp. this month. May has 31 days, the longest possible. Same with July and August.  Some long months those two, because they are 31 days back to back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February in particular seems like a jip each time. 28 days, what's that about?  Why is it that some months got 30 others 31, then February 28 days?  I mean if I were to hand out days per month for my calender, I would try to take a mean and spread them out evenly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason I am sure; a monk who said hey you get 31, and you get 28-you suck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the end of the Month is today. I have made it through another one. I drove my car safely, feed the cats, did some bondage, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I feel good because tomorrow I get paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8214062409701907643?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8214062409701907643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8214062409701907643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8214062409701907643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8214062409701907643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/may-31st-end-of-month.html' title='May 31st - End of the Month'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8117280908126672387</id><published>2007-05-30T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T06:46:56.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High Heels at the Day Job</title><content type='html'>Oh-Boy, I love wearing my heels, esp. the 2 or 3-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inchers&lt;/span&gt;. I tend to stand my more upright, and I noticed my buns move &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;outward&lt;/span&gt; from my hips, no wonder genetics look so great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been wearing heels at my day job for sometime now.  I am wondering if I can ever wear a nice business skirt? I am hoping.  However, for now I am more than content. I feel like real self and I well motivated to work. Like since I am now kind of my Delilah self, I must do well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wear nice slender &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;women's&lt;/span&gt; slacks, a forming blouse every day.  I soon added the bra under my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt;, I thought, if they can see the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; straps from the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Cami&lt;/span&gt; under my blouse, what does it matter, start wearing a bra?  So I do. It feels so natural-full time.  Without it I am unhappy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's not forget the 3-inch &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;shinny&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;faux&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;alligator&lt;/span&gt; heels, a modest heel, kind of clunky-not too pointy, I have to be a professinal, but real nice and femm.  And of-course knee high black socks under my slacks, almost like tights. These are nice-feel good, but can be a pain in the butt if the elasticity goes on them, they can slip down too often, blah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it, I am off to my day job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;DK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8117280908126672387?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8117280908126672387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8117280908126672387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8117280908126672387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8117280908126672387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/high-heels-at-day-job.html' title='High Heels at the Day Job'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3354211380780829731</id><published>2007-05-29T06:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-29T07:11:23.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Oil</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/Rlwyc6OwnnI/AAAAAAAAABw/JwmalFulj1k/s1600-h/gas+prices.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/Rlwyc6OwnnI/AAAAAAAAABw/JwmalFulj1k/s320/gas+prices.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069982752761224818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the threshold has been crossed, I see that it has been reported that oil has risen over 70 dollars a barrel and the price of gasoline has exceeded the four dollar per gallon mark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The oil cartels are now sucking our blood for oil, not just our troops in Iraq, but us here in the States. see &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/business/6684745.stm"&gt;Global Worries Push Oil over 70 Dollars a Barrel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four dollars per gallon, is this for real? Common'on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have read that in the next 25 years, demand for oil will at least increase by 50 percent.  That's super high and the 100 dollar per barrel mark is within 5 years from today. Proportionally speaking that may increase gasoline to: 5.70 dollars per gallon, let's say $6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3354211380780829731?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3354211380780829731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3354211380780829731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3354211380780829731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3354211380780829731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/blood-oil.html' title='Blood Oil'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/Rlwyc6OwnnI/AAAAAAAAABw/JwmalFulj1k/s72-c/gas+prices.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7988011925760406606</id><published>2007-05-28T08:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T08:24:01.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well..how's life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RlrzL6OwnlI/AAAAAAAAABg/scRTgEJglA0/s1600-h/DK_07_11021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RlrzL6OwnlI/AAAAAAAAABg/scRTgEJglA0/s320/DK_07_11021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069631716494188114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it has been so long since my last &lt;a href="http://www.delilahknotty.com"&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;/a&gt; blog. I was so much enjoying writting while I did, then I stopped out of stress for an event in early March.  That has since past, though the results are still lingering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am glad to be back, I think I'll try this again.  I hope you all return, whomever was reading??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did some recent shooting again with Sandra from &lt;a href="http://www.tranniesintrouble.com"&gt;Trannies in Trouble&lt;/a&gt;, my friend. It was rejuvenating, bondage wise. I have been felling a little unmotivated. Mainly because life is moving me in a new unknowing direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shoot was great and the bondage wonderful. Not to mention we did this bed tie where I was tied to the bed with a vibrator-see attached.  Wow I am still dreaming of it and it was a week ago. I squirmed to my ultimate pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one won't be up until June, so enjoy it my dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7988011925760406606?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7988011925760406606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7988011925760406606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7988011925760406606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7988011925760406606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/05/wellhows-life.html' title='Well..how&apos;s life?'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RlrzL6OwnlI/AAAAAAAAABg/scRTgEJglA0/s72-c/DK_07_11021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6225812301222105029</id><published>2007-02-13T22:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T22:54:09.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Women's Suites</title><content type='html'>Okay why is it that the nice suites for women come in pairs of equal sizes? That is a size 10 skirt or pants with a size 10 jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are genetics truly that well proportioned? Men I know are way off, a size 48 jacket and some 38 pants.  Does that fit the equation of equality? Humm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men always buy suites in separates, to do this in women's costs more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fair!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to buy two suits of the same fabric in different sizes to get the pants to match the jacket, cause there is no matching two different fabrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part of my transitioning of the wardrobe.) Good that I got them for cheap, cheap, but it was like no sale at-all, I bought a 14 jacket skirt-set to match my size 8 pants-set, WTF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6225812301222105029?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6225812301222105029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6225812301222105029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6225812301222105029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6225812301222105029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/womens-suites.html' title='Women&apos;s Suites'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8848940978485801517</id><published>2007-02-12T19:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T09:36:34.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally Finished TS</title><content type='html'>OMG, I finnally got through my Traffic School.  I am now well versed in the laws of California Driving, I guess I shouldn't have been speeding hu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it though, I like too esp. to some excellent Trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness though, I can only take this $%^^$ class every 18 month so I must be a good girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blahhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8848940978485801517?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8848940978485801517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8848940978485801517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8848940978485801517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8848940978485801517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/finally-finished-ts.html' title='Finally Finished TS'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7212737505874173655</id><published>2007-02-11T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T18:39:41.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogg Time</title><content type='html'>So here we are, another Sunday Morning.  It is nice today, some rain to wake up too. A pitter-patter on the porch, rain gutters fluttering with water droplets cascading downward, a nice gray sky with a fine mist blanketing the neighborhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like only a fleeting storm though, where is our rain?  Rain I mean, two or three hours at time for days and days?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring will be here too soon if not already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7212737505874173655?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7212737505874173655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7212737505874173655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7212737505874173655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7212737505874173655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/blogg-time.html' title='Blogg Time'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2827393144549544156</id><published>2007-02-10T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T16:59:35.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Van M - electronica</title><content type='html'>I have this new music from Jimmy Van M, a protegee of Sasha, and I think it is very good.  I can tell by the primary harmonics that Sasha has definitely had an influence on his work product.  Though, Jimmy has his own distinct sound, it is difficult to tell sometimes that this is not Sasha or a remix of Sasha, this really applies only during specific periods of Jimmy's tracks..some of it is very unique indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure if Jimmy should be classified as Sasha grade, or if he needs more maturing. Namely because Sasha has been an original figure in electronica for so long, longevity is an important attribute in making one an expert, among many..many factors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I think this is the progress in schooling, schooling basically teaches one person knowledge but also in a style of understanding that reflects the teacher, in this case music is the medium, Sasha teaching Jimmy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...with all that in mind, I do think Jimmy is very talented.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2827393144549544156?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2827393144549544156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2827393144549544156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2827393144549544156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2827393144549544156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/jimmy-van-m-electronica.html' title='Jimmy Van M - electronica'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7684423577566045705</id><published>2007-02-09T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:22:58.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic School</title><content type='html'>OMG, I am doing traffic school on-line!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7684423577566045705?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7684423577566045705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7684423577566045705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7684423577566045705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7684423577566045705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/traffic-school.html' title='Traffic School'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3727143005724518143</id><published>2007-02-07T09:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T09:22:59.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a Lesbian</title><content type='html'>I look like a lesbian today!  I am wearing a brown jacket, jeans, brown shoes, and a pin-stripped multi-color blouse.  With my earrings and necklace-of pears, I look like a lesbian, one of those anti-fem lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to WeHo-how apropos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3727143005724518143?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3727143005724518143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3727143005724518143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3727143005724518143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3727143005724518143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-lesbian.html' title='Like a Lesbian'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-288867424482406366</id><published>2007-02-06T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T08:19:26.832-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unseasonably Warm - Climate Change Affects?</title><content type='html'>It is again, unseasonably warm today. This weather really has me concerned that we are treading deeper into a drought. The last ten years haven't been to good for the southwest, though we had some good rain in the last two years, a hydrologic region cannot have a positive water balance if eight of those ten years were below low average precipitation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This could be a new pattern for California and over all other regions around the world sharing the same Mediterranean-type climate, namely caused by climate shifts or climate change.  I believe in climate change whole heartily-this drought causal relationship is difficult to ascertain. However, climate change-globally is inevitable. The affects will be global-mind you, and on a scale that Al Gore did not convey in his movie.  He couldn't scare the bejesus out of you, okay?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly the catastrophic affects will be hard to calculate, but do so, I recommend it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-288867424482406366?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/288867424482406366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=288867424482406366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/288867424482406366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/288867424482406366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/unseasonably-warm-climate-change.html' title='Unseasonably Warm - Climate Change Affects?'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4055126410042660474</id><published>2007-02-03T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T08:06:26.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Man Versus Wild on Discovery Channel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RcSy-zExyNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOUrJN6aTAA/s1600-h/picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RcSy-zExyNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOUrJN6aTAA/s320/picture.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027339875984197842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there is a show I found that I really, really like. I watched it last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/manvswild/manvswild.html"&gt;Man  Versus Wild&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on Discovery at 9 and 10 PM on Friday, the only real time I get an hour in in front of the tube, plus Saturday  Anyway, he is an ex-British Special Forces Commando who gets dropped off or air-lifted to a very desolate, dangerous and wild area in the world.  Then he travels to an area to find civilization.  He walks across mountains, and deserts, passes rhino's and hippos in Kenya, glacial water in Alaska and other cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I highly recommend it. He is really alone, except of course his camera team, but they are just as crazy, and since the don't ever speak you get the feeling of traveling with him all by himself.  A real good way to suspend disbelief and on occasion, he looks like he may get in real life-threatening trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/fansites/manvswild/manvswild.html"&gt;Man Versus Wild&lt;/a&gt; on Discovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4055126410042660474?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4055126410042660474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4055126410042660474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4055126410042660474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4055126410042660474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/man-versus-wild-on-discovery-channel.html' title='Man Versus Wild on Discovery Channel'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RcSy-zExyNI/AAAAAAAAABQ/wOUrJN6aTAA/s72-c/picture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1272528594260005179</id><published>2007-02-03T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T07:35:31.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Nite Out</title><content type='html'>So I went out to dinner last night for a friend's birthday, to a themed restaurant here in LA.  And all the girls working there wore, plaid above-the-knee and pleated skirts, with a white frilly top, a head piece, and an apron with a bow tied in the back.  with black flat, Mary Jane's and white hose.  Like an outfit from Sweden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now is this for real I thought, this is like my preferred out fit, my fetish dream. So many cute and young hotties dressed-up just like I like, dolls.  I wanted to tie them up all next to each and watch them squirm as I pulled one for my secrete pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, what a fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't help but watch as each time one would reach over her table to serve drinks and food.  Every time she did that, she would bend over at the hips, her skirt would flare in the back, and I would get the best view of silk cladden legs, all in white.  The skirt bouncing in the air each time..oh how I want to have my fun....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1272528594260005179?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1272528594260005179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1272528594260005179' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1272528594260005179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1272528594260005179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinner-nite-out.html' title='Dinner Nite Out'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5114350737006720411</id><published>2007-02-02T07:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T07:07:49.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mooney in the middle</title><content type='html'>Well I barely feel anything in this new earring on my upper lobe. Comparatively, it is a cake-walk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may just go for another, or two, SMACK-DOWN in the middle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mooney in the middle....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5114350737006720411?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5114350737006720411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5114350737006720411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5114350737006720411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5114350737006720411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/mooney-in-middle.html' title='Mooney in the middle'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6099058644388249767</id><published>2007-02-01T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T06:34:09.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wildest Dream</title><content type='html'>OMG, I had the wildest dream last...too bad I cannot share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got my earring on my left ear, up on the lobe...so now I have four sparkling earrings, two on each side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may get more, I love the look. So femm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing so far this feels not too bad...the last one burned immediately...maybe we'll give it 24 hours for that to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey did I tell ya about dream? OMG...you wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6099058644388249767?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6099058644388249767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6099058644388249767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6099058644388249767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6099058644388249767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/02/wildest-dream.html' title='Wildest Dream'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8393244990284514616</id><published>2007-01-31T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T06:04:57.045-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels make my legs sore.</title><content type='html'>So I have noticed that my 2 1/4-inch heeled shoes raise me up quite a bit, my knees are raised even while sitting. This position makes me consciences of my knees, so I try to bring them in together, esp. if I turn around to talk to coworkers, I try not to look unfemm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this, however, my legs, my quadriceps, have become sore. By the end of the day, my quads are tight and tired, like I was doing knee extensions.  I stand up to walk to get water, and they are sore-sore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am not used to heels and sitting properly all the time, try it.  Girls are trained from day one, they are conditioned. Anyway, I am sure walking in the heels have an effect as well, I can only imagine wearing real heels, the small dainty heels and high ones for days and days. It is a work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My ankles kind of feel it too.  I have to maintain posture while walking and standing at this altitude.  Crazy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8393244990284514616?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8393244990284514616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8393244990284514616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8393244990284514616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8393244990284514616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/heels-make-my-legs-sore.html' title='Heels make my legs sore.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2996608655038950679</id><published>2007-01-29T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T08:29:43.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Obsession</title><content type='html'>So I think I have become obsessed over my hair, well not really that, elements that are feminine. I think about what I am going to wear to work, how I play dress-up when I put my knee high sock's cami and form fitting blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I want this to become normal, I don't want to focus on this to get mentally high, I need to accept this as normal.  Which it is becoming more natural, but it may take a full year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In addition to this, I think I am bored or when I engage and execute my new path, I up to a new level and I want more. I guess I can see how some of us go-all the way, you just want everything to be girly, leaving behind your roots as the other sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not me though, I like to thread the needle and walk the line between male and female...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Androgyny I guess, you see many lesbians like this, more so than males I think when it comes to homosexuality...transgenderism is another realm on it's own-though it shares the same common identity issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2996608655038950679?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2996608655038950679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2996608655038950679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2996608655038950679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2996608655038950679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/obsession.html' title='Obsession'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7285356338797626322</id><published>2007-01-28T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T16:44:13.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my nails</title><content type='html'>So I lost all of my nails recently, like execution style. They were chipped and cracked and I had seemed to had lost a terminal amount on each hand, so the remaining few  had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new batch coming in and I have new hope for a French manicure in a week. My fingers are crossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep ya posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7285356338797626322?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7285356338797626322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7285356338797626322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7285356338797626322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7285356338797626322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-my-nails.html' title='Back to my nails'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3316686202285222000</id><published>2007-01-27T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T13:38:34.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Element of Femininty - Hair</title><content type='html'>With the exception of a few guys out there that have long hair, the hair style realm really is within the feminine role out there.  Girls get to grow their hair out in short or long styles, medium too, with page-boy cut, or with super cute bangs.  Long hair can be layered in the front, all around, with bangs too and put up in many styles, much more than short haired girls.  But short hair can be so cute when styled just right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can say having long hair is super fun, I am so used to it.  Wearing it full time down, however, has taken a lot of patience.  I haven't had the option of hair my whole life, like every other girl out there.  See that is what makes it so femm, from day one, girls have had that option.  It truly is totally fem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I had mine rolled up on top of my head in bun, some of it hanging out in some cut little tail, jumping around as I picked up my shopping for the day...totally cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3316686202285222000?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3316686202285222000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3316686202285222000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3316686202285222000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3316686202285222000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-element-of-femininty-hair.html' title='A New Element of Femininty - Hair'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1280112146482200749</id><published>2007-01-26T09:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T09:45:22.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeHo</title><content type='html'>I am going to West Hollywood this morning for a job walk, I love it down there. It is so nice and clean and so liberal, wearing a dress down there is like wearing shorts in Glendale, well I guess I do both anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going real androgynous, my jeans and a Lycra stretch shirt and my black blazer from the former Casual Corner. God I loved that store, so many skirts and dress pants, blouses and blazers...before I knew it they were gone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I come WeHo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1280112146482200749?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1280112146482200749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1280112146482200749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1280112146482200749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1280112146482200749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/weho.html' title='WeHo'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-794492886655942995</id><published>2007-01-24T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T21:17:52.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertising</title><content type='html'>Okay now that I think of it, how about those stupid advertisements with people dancing to refinance your home.  I mean come'on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esp. on cnn.com, that shit is too annoying, so annoying I have stopped reading their on-line articles.  I have seen a dancing Santa Clause, dancing fat couple, and three dancing cowboys.  What is it with this? And they dance too well and too fast and they seem to gyrate across the banner in a manner that you have to look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take it! OMG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-794492886655942995?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/794492886655942995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=794492886655942995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/794492886655942995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/794492886655942995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/advertising.html' title='Advertising'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-8198993752227551923</id><published>2007-01-24T20:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-24T20:13:18.352-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spam</title><content type='html'>So what's it with all this spam email anyway? I get emails from some guy in Nabu (where  the hell is this anyway) or Nigeria, I am sure you got that too!  BIG Lottery winner but you can't tell anyone because they will machete them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or the emails with about any kind of header possible, but a legible one, all to sell Viagra?  I mean common'on, if I wanted Viagra I would get it, do I need to be reminded 1,000 freaken times?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how bout yahoo and gmail, why can't they filter that shit for you? I mean they can catalog every freaken page from Japan to Brazil, but I get 100 crapy crap emails about dookie for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say let's all email yahoo and gmail and get on their ass!!! to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-8198993752227551923?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/8198993752227551923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=8198993752227551923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8198993752227551923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/8198993752227551923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/blog-post.html' title='Spam'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-483705690358312896</id><published>2007-01-22T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T06:37:56.449-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When are you a Crossdresser?</title><content type='html'>Okay now these are my brainstorming jokes I was thinking about on the way home today, now they can apply to being cross-gendered or a crossdresser, which ever you identify with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here they are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know your a crossdresser when:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your nail salon knows you by your first name.&lt;br /&gt;Your jacket size is a 14 and your pants size is an 8.&lt;br /&gt;Two thirds or more of your dry cleaning includes a blouse, dress pants and the occasional skirt.&lt;br /&gt;You have shaped eyebrows, your legs are shaved, and you shave your arms-in fact your are hairless except your head.&lt;br /&gt;You have lipstick in a natural beige for day wear.&lt;br /&gt;Your shirts have french cuffs and are made out lycra.&lt;br /&gt;You wear panties every day and sometimes a bra or pantyhose-even in boy-mode.&lt;br /&gt;Your shoes have at least a 2 inch heel and are black, red, brown, white, etc.&lt;br /&gt;You have a femm name.&lt;br /&gt;Your hair is long or styled and most-of-all you have bangs.&lt;br /&gt;You wear silky running shorts at the gym and have to change in the bathroom stall to hide your panties.&lt;br /&gt;You sit-down in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Your pants ride your hips.&lt;br /&gt;You have a preference for pantyhose over stockings.&lt;br /&gt;You walk in a room and your shoes make a heel sound with every step.&lt;br /&gt;You wear perfume, lotion your body, and wear a mask for complexion.&lt;br /&gt;You talk to your cats in a high pitch voice.&lt;br /&gt;Any Taylor isn't just a designer, she is your icon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you are a crossdresser or t-girl if any of these apply to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-483705690358312896?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/483705690358312896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=483705690358312896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/483705690358312896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/483705690358312896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/when-are-you-crossdresser.html' title='When are you a Crossdresser?'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1557279784809753282</id><published>2007-01-22T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T06:45:45.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfect Posture</title><content type='html'>Another element of femininity comes from your posture while standing and sitting.  As most of us should practice, standing up-right creates a nice vertical line, except at the curvy parts which is most notable when your clothes are form fitting and yo have heels on. I have noticed how much better I appear not being hunched. This takes work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really is a "posture position" that tales practice is while sitting.  Not only should you sit upright, but your legs should be either crossed (knee over knee) or knees together and close.  I can cross my legs rather easily because I love after my work outs to stretch, my legs muscles are loose. However, sitting with my knees together, takes some noticeable conscience effort.  My legs tend to open at the knees, well I can say a little is alright, but too much repose and you start sitting unflattering, and if you have somewhat of heels on it is practice that should be done-always, it is not femm any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been working on this for sometime, but just really noticed this since I am on this discussion of the feminine elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knees together, upright and smile.  Smiling always does the trick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1557279784809753282?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1557279784809753282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1557279784809753282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1557279784809753282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1557279784809753282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/sitting-up-right.html' title='Perfect Posture'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2596809373189837195</id><published>2007-01-21T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-21T07:30:08.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morning Again.</title><content type='html'>Well another Sunday morning has arrived, it is way-super quiet outside, just me and my cats moving around at this time. Most people are sleeping in, I have to get up this weekend to work or study, what a loser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit though, it is so nice this time of day, I love drinking my coffee and waking up-slowly.  I also get to reflect on last week and think how this one is beginning and what may happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good things I hope...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2596809373189837195?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2596809373189837195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2596809373189837195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2596809373189837195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2596809373189837195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-morning-again.html' title='Sunday Morning Again.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-7636914556739503468</id><published>2007-01-20T14:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-20T14:19:25.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping at the Galleria</title><content type='html'>Well I have just returned from the Galleria from shopping. I have a mixed bag of feelings from this. I have been wearing my women's clothes to my day job for the last Month or so, sometimes I switch back to my boy-mode though, and have been very comfortable as Tg Delilah.  However, I have a big meeting this week with a client, it is important, so I went shopping from some nice men's slacks and a casual jacket-because I don't even have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Putting on the clothes men's' clothes was okay, I looked alright, but it's not the same, I don't feel as good-I can tell ya, the fabric just doesn't feel as nice and the clothes  are way to loose. I actually felt a little depressed, so I decided to buy a nice woman's pant suit as well. I can say I like it a lot, I'm gonna wear it on Monday...the meeting is later in the week for the other clothes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I left feeling like who am I? Totally dual personality....I like Delilah better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-7636914556739503468?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/7636914556739503468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=7636914556739503468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7636914556739503468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/7636914556739503468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/shopping-at-galleria.html' title='Shopping at the Galleria'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4028101037663682440</id><published>2007-01-19T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-19T08:38:46.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elements of Femininity</title><content type='html'>Now I must say I like this new camisole I wear under my blouse to work, it is form fitting, smooth, and hugs my skin. Why is it women's clothes feel so good, this one is made of Lycra, what man shirt can you wear out of Lycra, and have a blouse that hugs your torso and and has pretty glitter strips?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on a tangent, my straps looks so much more femm than my other silky under shirts, though I enjoy these too.  On these straps fall on occasion and I have to reach in my blouse and pull it back over my shoulder.  Now I must say these are elements of being a woman that we just sometimes over look, the small details of maintaining a femm appearance takes some effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely go on with this topic I have lot to discuss on this, the elements of femininity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4028101037663682440?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4028101037663682440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4028101037663682440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4028101037663682440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4028101037663682440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/elements-of-femininity.html' title='Elements of Femininity'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6991311203272001037</id><published>2007-01-17T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:18:46.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My nails, I broke two. Sadness</title><content type='html'>My nails are so difficult to maintain, I grow them out, then one or two or three break, chip or fracture. The fractures are the worse, you try to hang on with the nail in hope of saving it, protecting the nail, nurturing it, but 95% of the time it is hopeless, hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hose gets snagged in the nail frequently, or fabric screeches along making the break more wide or worse lengthening it.  Eventually you must come to terms that you have lost another one, and say good-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take vitamins, I-do, the nails are stronger and at least grow back much faster, but they break off regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have 7 good ones, four on the left and two on the right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tough having to do all this girl stuff...what is tg to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6991311203272001037?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6991311203272001037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6991311203272001037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6991311203272001037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6991311203272001037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-nails-i-broke-two-sadness.html' title='My nails, I broke two. Sadness'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-4117863471154834874</id><published>2007-01-16T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T20:52:28.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My earrings.</title><content type='html'>So I am unsure if you noticed, I have recently got an earring in my right ear in the upper portion, in the cartilage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never mind the ultimate discomfort while sleeping or the scabbing for three months and the occasional twinge or pain, I love the look. I think it is so pretty. I noticed a lot of girls at my Starbucks having multiple earrings and I came to really like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the sparkle in the upper ear coincides superbly with my eyes.  I think I am going to get my left ear lobe next and maybe one more in the middle. So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-4117863471154834874?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/4117863471154834874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=4117863471154834874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4117863471154834874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/4117863471154834874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-earrings.html' title='My earrings.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-879197454406383793</id><published>2007-01-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T07:23:17.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to work, blahh...</title><content type='html'>Monday's are never really fun, unless you have them off for a holiday. But in my line of the industry, work is always on except on Christmas and New Years and even then I am thinking about work, or projects that I should be working on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, work is all I seem to do, with the occasional movie in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though, I would never have it any other way, if I wasn't busy then what would I be doing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's Monday, cold and I am sleepy...blah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-879197454406383793?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/879197454406383793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=879197454406383793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/879197454406383793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/879197454406383793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/back-to-work-blahh.html' title='Back to work, blahh...'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2253831813527686244</id><published>2007-01-12T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T08:05:16.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel Perfume</title><content type='html'>Have you ever smelled the perfume called Angel?  It is so nice, I think the best.  It smells like chocolate on some girls and vanilla on others, it drives me wild to be around it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I particularly enjoy wearing it, it has a scent I think that drives men crazy, pherhormone chemicals (aka, pheromone)- I am betting the chemists add to these perfumes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the designers really tapped into this science very well and extracted and reconstructed the best natural attractants produced by humans, the science behind the attraction of scents...yummy....anyway what I am saying, I like Angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2253831813527686244?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2253831813527686244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2253831813527686244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2253831813527686244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2253831813527686244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/angel-perfume.html' title='Angel Perfume'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3804467047310764877</id><published>2007-01-10T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T22:38:42.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Passwords, how many do you have?</title><content type='html'>Okay, how many passwords do you have? I have one for my work account, one for my bank account 'the pin number", the user name and password to see my on-line bank account, my gmail account, yahoo account, my home computer admin account, my experian and equifax accounts, the password for home alarm, my passwords for other yahoo account, pass word to Sprint, password to my password word document, which is a key to all my passwords.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG, how many passwords? Do you ever wonder "what the hell is going on?", did I have password when I was ten years old? What happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3804467047310764877?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3804467047310764877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3804467047310764877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3804467047310764877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3804467047310764877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/passwords-how-many-do-you-have.html' title='Passwords, how many do you have?'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3299621484427789665</id><published>2007-01-09T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T07:21:59.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Shorts, OMG!</title><content type='html'>I am not sure if you have noticed, but there is a girl style in right now that has me so HOT, they are girl shorts.  They look like cute little shorts with nice folds around the leg and are made of material for business suits or dresses, some are actually very silky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw these on a girl nearby my work with tall boots and almost died. I had to have this outfit. In search, I went to the local mall in the Valley and explored for these new cuties...and where were they, at Forever 21, Rave, and Express Limited. OMG! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have been in these stores in forever, since I was 21, but wow, did the styles blow me away, these girls are dressing very hip...I think I may try a new style...it was the rave shopping next to these young girls, but they didn't mind I am girly Delilah even while in boy-mode, how delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I have these shorts now, they are super tight, give me the cutest figure, nice ass and all...but it is hard to hide my excitement, if you know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3299621484427789665?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3299621484427789665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3299621484427789665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3299621484427789665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3299621484427789665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/girl-shorts-omg.html' title='Girl Shorts, OMG!'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3713903253107235417</id><published>2007-01-07T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T07:43:34.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Morninig laaa....laaa</title><content type='html'>Well I just love Sunday mornings, the air is so still from the hustle and bustle of the midnight hours. Everyone is sleeping in and relaxing from the dinner and movie, and the partiers are home or wishing they were home sleeping it off.  How I remember those days! Watching the sun come up is traumatic esp. when you know sleep is really way off...you must come down...God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I am at home reading and petting my kitties, remembering those days...feeling real good that I am in my warm and cozy house...drinking my Deadman's Brew (coffee), "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;served in bed and wakes the dead&lt;/span&gt;"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3713903253107235417?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3713903253107235417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3713903253107235417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3713903253107235417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3713903253107235417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/sunday-morninig-laaalaaa.html' title='Sunday Morninig laaa....laaa'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5067730076573639527</id><published>2007-01-06T07:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T08:07:26.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super-Fast</title><content type='html'>So yesterday morning on the way to my assignment in the cold darkness came to light though the 110 tunnel, downtown Los Angeles.  Wow what a site it was, the buildings are lite-up like columnar Christmas trees, with Library South towers hallo the angel in the sky.  In the clear air after the rains, the lights seems to sparkle, you could see the reflections of one building off the other, though it was still dark the buildings illuminated the night all on their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just past the 4th street bridge and the freeway opened up, like god opening the Red Sea. I was already pumping on Caffeine and having a cool Deep Dish rhythm throbbing through my cars stereo, I decided to go for it.  I down shifted from 5th to 4th, and let the engine roar at 5,000 RPM pushing it to 6,000.  The engine whined, but it was ready, it was warmed up and she was made for this.  One car just in the way..waiting...waiting...just as he moved from my way, Deep Dish's song track was transitioning to another, that is the best time of most good electronic songs, a signature of any great DJ set..the song was so good I almost teared, I have heard it before but this mixture of adrenalin, bursting engine and music had me at the edge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an instant I pushed the car to 5th...the car surged forward from 75 to 85 in an instant, moving faster, 87..88..92, 93, 96..100, faster...the car was roaring and it was smooth...you gotta love Honda engineering...Deep Dish deep in my cortex, I saw the towers behind me in the rear view mirror fading slowly backward, as if they had legs marching away like giants of old times...how fast did I go, humm...that is for me to know or was I really, maybe I was just dreaming in my morning state???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5067730076573639527?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5067730076573639527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5067730076573639527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5067730076573639527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5067730076573639527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/super-fast.html' title='Super-Fast'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2352706515985287452</id><published>2007-01-05T05:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T07:40:59.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Mornings...Blah</title><content type='html'>Don't you just hate waking up early in the morning for an assignment or travel? Esp. when it is cold and windy outside from the evening rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been driving to Long Beach every day now since the new year, and well it has been nice down there, it gets so cold sometimes...it's the wind that will get ya. Burrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like that when you travel too, standing next to strangers, some amped on Caffeine others in dreamy daze and yet others just wishing like me they were in a cozy bed...maybe with a ball gag in their mouth, yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2352706515985287452?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2352706515985287452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2352706515985287452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2352706515985287452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2352706515985287452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/early-morningsblah.html' title='Early Mornings...Blah'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-617567285498343551</id><published>2007-01-02T09:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T09:22:10.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aiming to Please</title><content type='html'>So I think I can get use to this blogging deal, this is quite like an on-line journal that I can share my thoughts. At first I guess I thought it would be time consuming, but really it can take as much time as like, short and sweet, or long and luxurious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at my Site yesterday and I just noticed the December Videos missing, oops. I have looked into this, I am sure we will get these old ones up soon, as well as the New January 07 posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FYI: For the most part most picture sets have video clips, there are exceptions, however, I will almost never have multiple complete photo sets with no videos posted for a monthly upload, that's unusual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dear, if you don't see a video, give me a buzz and we'll fix it... I am too please...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-617567285498343551?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/617567285498343551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=617567285498343551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/617567285498343551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/617567285498343551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/aiming-to-please.html' title='Aiming to Please'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3526507345857021654</id><published>2007-01-01T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T16:21:48.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Shoot</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZmikMNf3oI/AAAAAAAAABE/KEsyU9Qq1ic/s1600-h/DK_07_06047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZmikMNf3oI/AAAAAAAAABE/KEsyU9Qq1ic/s320/DK_07_06047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015218402690588290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I  call it, a photo shoot entails dressing up and shooting bondage photography and video for the Site.  I did this yesterday on New Year's eve to get caught up, I am always just so far behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It exhausted me for some reason, all I could do was eat dinner and have a few drinks, I barely made it past midnight.  Though I feel like I partied hard I didn't! Oh well.  Today I caught some more, I prepared the material this afternoon, the photo sets and video sets look really nice (this one seen is for February).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have started a new element to my bondage, some badly needed interaction. There is some on screen tying and some play with a vibrator by a mysterious bondage rigger. You should definitely enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.delilahknotty.com"&gt;http://www.delilahknotty.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3526507345857021654?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3526507345857021654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3526507345857021654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3526507345857021654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3526507345857021654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/photo-shoot.html' title='Photo Shoot'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZmikMNf3oI/AAAAAAAAABE/KEsyU9Qq1ic/s72-c/DK_07_06047.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-471853166626352432</id><published>2007-01-01T10:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T10:08:35.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delilah Knotty's Video Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia331319.us.archive.org/3/items/Delilah_Knottys_Teaser/DelilahKnottysTeaser.mov" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZht7cNf3mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q7_FpVCtggA/s1600-h/Delilah+Knotty+QuickTime+Preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZht7cNf3mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q7_FpVCtggA/s320/Delilah+Knotty+QuickTime+Preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014879053029564002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view the video either click on the image  or  &lt;a href="http://ia331319.us.archive.org/3/items/Delilah_Knottys_Teaser/DelilahKnottysTeaser.mov"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is now year 2007! We have made it through another good year of bondage delight.  I would love to share with you my friends a preview of some of the video's shot over the last year, as well as new stuff shown this January 07.  There could be so much to share in this teaser, however, it would be over 75 videos in total and super long.  I may make more, but this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that's not too shabby for going on the third year, four years if you are counting Bondage Wonderland, however, the real success began in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it please enjoy this teaser and thanks to all of you who enjoy my work-I appreciate all you support, there is so much more to come, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's &amp; Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-471853166626352432?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/471853166626352432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=471853166626352432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/471853166626352432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/471853166626352432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2007/01/delilah-knottys-video-teaser.html' title='Delilah Knotty&apos;s Video Teaser'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZht7cNf3mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q7_FpVCtggA/s72-c/Delilah+Knotty+QuickTime+Preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-6272503021075031723</id><published>2006-12-31T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-01T09:57:07.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delilah Knotty's Video Teaser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://ia331319.us.archive.org/3/items/Delilah_Knottys_Teaser/DelilahKnottysTeaser.mov" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZht7cNf3mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q7_FpVCtggA/s1600-h/Delilah+Knotty+QuickTime+Preview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZht7cNf3mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q7_FpVCtggA/s320/Delilah+Knotty+QuickTime+Preview.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014879053029564002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To view the video either click on the image  or  &lt;a href="http://ia331319.us.archive.org/3/items/Delilah_Knottys_Teaser/DelilahKnottysTeaser.mov"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it is now year 2007! We have made it through another good year of bondage delight.  I would love to share with you my friends a preview of some of the video's shot over the last year, as well as new stuff shown this January 07.  There could be so much to share in this teaser, however, it would be over 75 videos in total and super long.  I may make more, but this is a good start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me, that's not too shabby for going on the third year, four years if you are counting Bondage Wonderland, however, the real success began in 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's it please enjoy this teaser and thanks to all of you who enjoy my work-I appreciate all you support, there is so much more to come, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's &amp; Happy New Year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-6272503021075031723?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/6272503021075031723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=6272503021075031723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6272503021075031723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/6272503021075031723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/delilah-knottys-video-teaser.html' title='Delilah Knotty&apos;s Video Teaser'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RZht7cNf3mI/AAAAAAAAAAw/q7_FpVCtggA/s72-c/Delilah+Knotty+QuickTime+Preview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2021328771673394042</id><published>2006-12-30T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T11:13:43.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Electronica is alive...</title><content type='html'>Well this is really something I am as passionate about as my outdoor bondage scenes, it is electronica music.  I cannot convey the emotions of warmth, calm, excitement, and just pure enjoyment from listening to electronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronica is a complex matrix of sounds, rhythms, hymns and beats, amalgamated into a stream of beautiful sound that at best can only be described as one hears it.  One song leads into the next as if walking up a stream, a bend leads to a turn of rapids, a cascading waterfall, then to a deep pool of cool dark water.  Each stem up the river is cool, calming and engrossing.  A plunge into the river is all encompassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is electronica. It can take time to appreciate this music, exp. for some you are unaccustomed to this complexity.  I believe it stimulates the primordial area of brain, somewhere deep in the cortex, uncontrollable, but there, hard-wired.  Electronica is as complex as classical, rhythms abound with deep beats behind, approaching and leaving, simultaneously.  Electronica is complex to the ear and mind..it moves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe this is the best sound ever to come next to the classics..songs of faith and devotion, crying hymns of love lost are nice..but do they lead you up the river, down into the pool, or change systematically or erratically, no they do not..those are static...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electronica is alive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2021328771673394042?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2021328771673394042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2021328771673394042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2021328771673394042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2021328771673394042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/electronica-is-alive.html' title='Electronica is alive...'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2652971806458234633</id><published>2006-12-24T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T09:25:54.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Scapes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RY6282kPbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ArYQtNObi94/s1600-h/DelilahKnotty_G57035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RY6282kPbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ArYQtNObi94/s400/DelilahKnotty_G57035.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012144591865867762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have come to the full realization that me and Michael Mann, director of Miami Vice, Heat, and Collateral, have one passion in common, the love of the City Scape.  I just get so excited seeing the big shinny buildings, during the day or at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love to stand at the base of a tall building and gaze up and see the he towering wall rise-up into the atmosphere in real time, as if it were the Matrix making the building right before my eyes. Sky-Scrappers now a-days have various shapes, heights and orientations, their shadows are cast across the streets for blocks and blocks.  You can be in the sun one minute or in the darkness in another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael Mann seems to like to capture these very same settings in all aspects of his filming, most notably the latest Miami Vice.  I love to have the back drop of the buildings and be in bondage too. It is not that I am being a voyeur, it is the contrast of the bondage and the shinny buildings, it is so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2652971806458234633?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2652971806458234633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2652971806458234633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2652971806458234633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2652971806458234633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/city-scapes.html' title='City Scapes'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VG9oX9YGXRY/RY6282kPbfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ArYQtNObi94/s72-c/DelilahKnotty_G57035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1459195714094670954</id><published>2006-12-21T19:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T19:33:41.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas is Coming</title><content type='html'>Are you ready for Christmas, been knotty or nice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been knotty...please someone tie me up and make me purrrr.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1459195714094670954?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1459195714094670954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1459195714094670954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1459195714094670954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1459195714094670954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-is-coming.html' title='Christmas is Coming'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-1724086482722966419</id><published>2006-12-17T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T10:31:07.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to the Gym</title><content type='html'>So I am rushing off to the gym having worked five hours to complete my monthly updates for January 07. Whoa, it's a Sunday at 1030 and I am tired already..work..work..I did the most wonderful shot yesterday with Sandra, the stuff is great.  She has great ideas too and always brings something nice to the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, off to the gym to work off the carbs I love so much.  But you know, the more work out the more it seems I look meatier..my legs to bulky..but if I don't do cardio...I look flabby...what a raw deal...oh well..off to the gym to burn the carbs and keep the belly thin, that's most important in this industry anyway, gota wear six or sometimes eight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-1724086482722966419?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/1724086482722966419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=1724086482722966419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1724086482722966419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/1724086482722966419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/off-to-gym.html' title='Off to the Gym'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-2943493005113885639</id><published>2006-12-09T10:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T10:24:12.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping Fun or Dread</title><content type='html'>I don't know if I like shopping or dread it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to the Citadel  today to exchange some pants I bought at Ann Taylor Outlet because they are too big at the hips.  I like the pants alot, very good quality, but I tell ya, it sure is diffcult to wear womens clothing sometimes, they just don't make them for us trannies.  Real women have those wonderful hips, I have to make'em up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, it's close to Christmas, this place is gonna be packed full of crazy shoppers.  I need to get mentally engaged for this trench warefare in the clothing isles, women browsing through racks of blouses and skirts in a shopping trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have decided, though shopping at Ann Taylor Outlet is fun, today it will be dreadful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woes-is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-2943493005113885639?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/2943493005113885639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=2943493005113885639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2943493005113885639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/2943493005113885639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/shopping-fun-or-dread.html' title='Shopping Fun or Dread'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3414653833701833027</id><published>2006-12-07T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T20:16:07.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Mountain</title><content type='html'>I just got through Brokeback for a second time and can't help but feel tremednous sadness for all of us who are decriminated against for who we want to be and find to be. In our timeline of life, the path appears to be chosen by us, yet really we choose steps in a path already defined, the choice foward is clear, but is mistaken for choice, each step is our own ambition and strength to move in that path given to us....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3414653833701833027?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3414653833701833027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3414653833701833027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3414653833701833027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3414653833701833027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/brokeback-mountain.html' title='Brokeback Mountain'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-5354485899338714215</id><published>2006-12-04T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T06:39:27.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dressing Up.</title><content type='html'>So as a continuation of my recent blogg about dressing up at work, I have decided to consciously to transition most of boy-mode clothes for genuine women's clothing. Not that I don't have alot already, I have dresses and skirts and sheer blouses, but I don't have enough nice slacks or comfortable heeled loafers, cotton blouses, and camisoles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am finding, transitioning over will take time and some mula, but it'll be worth it, and besides give my co-workers some time to adjust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny thing on Friday, people were trying to adjust and were joking around me about my new femininity, really outward femininity, though not all the way, I am not wearing make up or my bras. Anyway, they seem okay, except one person, he is Republican Jerk-Off anyway, so I really don't care.  Besides in California this is my right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will continue on and see where this leads. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DK&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-5354485899338714215?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/5354485899338714215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=5354485899338714215' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5354485899338714215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/5354485899338714215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/dressing-up.html' title='Dressing Up.'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-3236392120355597968</id><published>2006-12-01T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T07:08:02.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heels At Work</title><content type='html'>Hello friends.  As you may have guessed, I have a day-job and that requires me to be in boy-mode, boring. However, since my second Halloween at work in which I wore a reds maid outfit with a big puffy petticoat, I have been wearing my girl clothes to work.  Now not a dress, but my cotton women's blouses with french cuffs, sometimes with my nice women's pants and  modest loafers (1 1/2-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;inch&lt;/span&gt; heels) and shear knee high socks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, for the last few weeks I have on-and-off, &lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;wore &lt;/span&gt;entirely all women's clothes to work, now I don't have a bra on nor make-up, but from the shoes to the blouse-even a camisole, it is all womens stuff, a whoel outfit.   I am being Delilah at work-I can't believe it.  I think they see me trying to break free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today, it is Friday, and I am going to go further and wear some nice loafer heels to work, 2 1/2-inch heel height! Crazy, I am so nervous and excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much wanted to be Delilah&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;xxx's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;DK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-3236392120355597968?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/3236392120355597968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=3236392120355597968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3236392120355597968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/3236392120355597968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/12/heels-at-work.html' title='Heels At Work'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-116430067653018400</id><published>2006-11-23T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T09:22:09.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Translation- Interview from Camiciadiseta.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7014/1965/1600/608260/DK_06_24040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7014/1965/200/578673/DK_06_24040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Below is a recent interview I completed for a wonderful Italian Bondage website called Camiciadiseta.com. &lt;a href="http://www.camiciadiseta.com/"&gt;http://www.camiciadiseta.com&lt;/a&gt;. Lisa and Bond from Camiciadiseta were very kind enough to request an interview and publish some of my very speacial photos sets taken for them with me wearing a blouse with buttoned pockets while in bondage. Please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; take a look at this link below and in addition, read below my interview, which here it is shown in English.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.camiciadiseta.com/intervista/delilah.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.camiciadiseta.com/intervista/delilah.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Delilah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 - (Bond) You are a bondage transvestite. It's not usual but I know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; also in Italy there are a lot of men that love to be bound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; and gagged in ladies dresses. What's your explanation of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; your passions? And what's the difference between a trav and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; a man that love wear ladies dresses only in private? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Delilah) My passions come from my love of the femininity, the beauty of womanhood, the loveliness' of their ascents. It is such a wonderful feeling to be and fit-in as a woman here in California, which is easy once you have the right elements together. It has become a self-fulfilling dream with strong positive reinforcement. The more I encourage my femininity and the more I am accepted by friends, family, and coworkers, the more I go forward. Little did I know when I began this journey that I would be this happy to be who I am, a trav or in my mind, I am a cross-gendered person. These may be the same to you, but to me, being cross-gendered encompass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;es a broader picture of incorporating femininity into my everyday life, not for sexual gratification or fulfillment of a fetish, but life-style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the difference between a closet crossdresser and a transvestite or "trav", or may I move this to cross-gendered as I am, lies in the difference in a fetish or a life passion. For me, as a cross-gendered person, I must have an outward appearance as a woman in some manner. However, even when I am in boy-mode, I am effeminate, it is me, it is who I am. I am beautiful as Delilah or not. For a crossdresser this feeling can be only temporary and may be only a fetish. For a trav this may be be an expression of sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 2 - (Bond) Do you think being a transvestite is about have sexual disorders or perhaps other kinds of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; sexual infatuations?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) A state of being cross-gendered is difficult to identify or assign as a problem about sex or any other form therein. Now this can evolve from sexuality, I know, in this cases, in my opinion, can be reinforced positively. Sexual motivations behind dressing up can be a great thing, wonderful, if you want to dress up at home in your house and have great sex because you are turned on, what is the harm? Absolutely none. And no one'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;s business. I love it and prefer this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Now let's move to the other point, why I a am cross-gendered, and how I came to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;It is infatuation of the feminine form, but on a level exceeding mere admiration. When I see I a beautiful woman, I admire her shape and beauty, I sometimes lust after her, but more often I want to be her, be seen as her, have her femininity. This may have indeed began as an objectification of women. This is controversial. I just want to be seen as a beautiful woman that I see in my minds-eye. It is an outward expression of who I should be. Though, I have no intention of moving that next step and becoming a woman, that is totally different. This is a good question and tough one to answer without serious discussion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 3 - (Bond) What's your vision of bondage and what is your vision &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;"to be a trav"?  Your personal thoughts and general perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) Bondage is the cornerstone of the fetish community. Who doesn't think of bondage when it comes to the Scene?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bondage in my mind, is another form of the enhancement of the natural beauty of a person, and for a woman who is already attractive and then in bondage, she becomes the ultimate to desire. The desire is so strong for me, I want to become that, and in some strange way the two mix, bondage and trav. So with that, I become the object of wanting when dressed as Delilah and the object of obsession in bondage. Together it is a powerful notion. So then from this perspective, the bondage must enhance the vision. Ultimately, my vision of bondage, is to bring out my object of ultimate desire in myself, because it is what I would want to do, to that very same beautiful woman you my admire yourself. Do you see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 4 - (Bond) A simple question: I know travs that are also gay and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; travs that are married with a woman: what's your position?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) That is a good question, most travs, crossdressers, and many cross-gendered persons are heterosexual, however, many have feelings about and for men. This is not unusual because, after all, women are ultimately taken sexually by men, thus a trav desires to be with a man, it makes a trav a woman. This can be gay to many, but I think most of us aren't, it's sexuality! More to the point, we want that mind fuck to feel ultimately like a woman, to be taken by a man. As for my position, I will leave that to your imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 5 - (Bond) I have see on your nice website that there are many&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; pictures of you taken in public and this vision gives me a lot of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;good vibrations:  What do you think when you are bound and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; gagged in public? When you produce this kind of work, do you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; to make people attention about your trav conviction or about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; bondage? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7014/1965/1600/484580/DelilahKnotty_G51044.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7014/1965/200/71066/DelilahKnotty_G51044.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) Actually this outdoor bondage never started as a way to gather attention about being a t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;rav or gaining additional attention for my bondage, except for those who were following my career anyway. You may be surprised, the 'public" know who travs are and they know about bondage, what's the use to expose the public? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;My passion came from my love of the Cityscape, it fascinates me. As much as bondage. Architecture and engineering are totally cool. I thought the two, bondage photography with the backdrop of the Los Angeles skyline, would look fantastic together. One day I said while hanging out on a roof-top club in downtown LA, "let's shoot some bondage outside, let's get this on film". And we did it. And wow, the work blew my mind. I had never seen such a profile, of bondage and the cityscape mixed together. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;To me this was a pioneering effort, never before seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The outdoor bondage series have become my passion indeed. It has become art and transcended the pornography field...but is now art, like Bondage Shibari, but in it's own right.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 6 - (Bond) ...and I think: is it not possible that you use bondage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; power only to mask your fear about your condition of being a trav?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) This question curves back to question number three, not really. Bondage is a release for me. When I am tied up I leave my body and go in to state of relaxation, calm, and self adjustment. I loose my responsibility, then I become free in bondage. Bondage in no-way hides my fear, I am not afraid of being a trav or cross-gendered, I think I conveyed this in my first question.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I do not live in fear any more, I am sad when I am not accepted-it happens, but fear will hold me back and I cannot have that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 7 - (Bond) How do you live in your condition as a trav? Do you have had problems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; about your parents, friends, or others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) This is another good question. I will be honest, it is a challenge. I must make a living, not as Delilah, but as an up-standing good neighbor. I am well educated, I work a day job, totally different than bondage modeling, However, I am not in the closest. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I don't hide my earrings or French manicure at work, or during the regular day, I maintain an effeminate hair style always, I wear chick bracelets, nice form fitting blazers and heeled shoes, but for the most part, I have to wear men's clothes everyday except weekends-womans underwear just under my clothes doesn't count. Honestly, this is the hardest part, in in-fact this eats at me inside, I must fit in at work, or I will not live comfortably. And ultimately I hate this, to the bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;The choice is no-choice, even in California this is difficult. But I have made serious strides to help my community of cross-gendered, crossdressers, or travs. I try to show that we work, eat, and shop just like everyone else. I go out as much as possible, or when I can as Delilah, to the theater, mall, or store, it expresses to the public that we should be seen as a normal acceptable minority group.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have seen acceptance by many, and in-turn, encouraged myself to continue. I try to mix my femininity everyday in boy-mode. I have seen that this is acceptable by my coworkers and this is very comforting and encouraging. My family loves me no matter what, though this took time to understand-they have never rejected me. And friends, I wouldn't have them, unless they loved me for who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 8 - (Bond) Tell me, do you prefer to be bound by a woman or a trav? Or do you like to be bound by other persons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) Well irrespective of the person, I can get really turned on by anyone who can really get in my "mindspace". Consider this, I love bondage and when I am Delilah, if you make me feel as a woman and under your control, I will pure as a kitten and I will become yours. Man or woman or trav, no matter. The trick is in the confidence and rope-skill of my dominant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 9 - (Bond) What is your favorite bondage position? Do you like gags?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) Hogties are my absolute favorite bondage position. I could be hogtied for a very log time. I also like just being tied on the couch, to a chair, or on the floor. And I love gags, oh please!, that is a must, a big ball-gag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;And I enjoy blindfolds, when this on, I am again left to my inner-self and I am free. I become so submissive when blindfolded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 10 - (Bond) What do you think about our passion for blouses with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; buttoned pockets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) Blouses with pockets are sexy and seem to really enhance my breasts, esp. in tight bondage, it accentuates of my femininity. It is such unique feature to blouses that you rarely see. However, when wearing just the right blouse with buttoned pockets in combination with bondage, the scene and photos come out just great and I get so turned on by this. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&gt; 11 - (Bond) What are your favorite kind of dresses/out fits to wear? Secretary, leather,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; latex, dark, or others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) Well it is definitely a secretary outfit. I have many of them, and have the most admiration of a woman when I see her all dolled up in a tight fitting skirt and blouse and heels, oh my god. It is my dream to be. It would be whom I am on a daily basis if I could. My favorite outfit, a nice silky blouse, a-lined skirt and matching form-fitted jacket, white stockings with garters of-course, and black patent heels. This is my outfit. Ms. Knotty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;&gt; 12 - (Bond) Finnally to conclude this interview, I will ask you to send a message to our visitors,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt; bondage enthusiasts and travs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Delilah) As a cross-dresser, a trav, or cross-gendered person, you are a unique individual and are ordained by life to be who you are. You live one-time, this is it, make it worth it, express yourself in privacy or public where possible and safely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;I would like to say, I am on personal journey to fulfill my destiny as Delilah, a cross-gendered boy-girl. I am also on a path to educate people in my community and through my website, that we as travs are normal persons. I live as much as I can as Delilah and when not, I break all gender roles. I participate in very day life as Delilah in one form or another, as a participant and pathfinder, I have made it my personal ambition to express to the world that we as travs are normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Finally, I want to thank you for reading my interview. I could go on and on, I have in-fact have never been interviewed and thus, I find this very flattering to share myself among you. Thank you for spending a few moments to read about who I am and what my passions are. I will think of you here in California always and hope to one-day visit your great Country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-116430067653018400?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/116430067653018400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=116430067653018400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/116430067653018400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/116430067653018400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/11/translation-interview-from.html' title='Translation- Interview from Camiciadiseta.com'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-115065381710731374</id><published>2006-06-18T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T11:03:37.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>San Francisco Trip, June 06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I know it has been such a long time, I guess I just got busy, and kind of forgot of what I really want to do with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have it, there is something I must share, it was my recent trip to SF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went SF last week to support a friend for her book signing, little did I know I would be DK for half the time.  Now I have been Delilah in public many times and have frequented the LA during the day often, but this was different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not in LA and I was too fly home as DK as well.  Now this was some trip!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved it and I was well accepted with not one hitch or mean-stare from anyone. I was treated as I was, a lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course my attire always helps, I always go out in business attire.  Now some nice 3 heels sometimes work, but for traveling, modest 2-inch block heels work fine with a skirt just above my knee, and of course a nice silky blouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the cool bay winds on my stocking legs, caressing my blouse and my skirt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my, I was in my element.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-115065381710731374?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/115065381710731374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=115065381710731374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/115065381710731374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/115065381710731374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/06/san-francisco-trip-june-06.html' title='San Francisco Trip, June 06'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-114391239539603433</id><published>2006-04-01T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:26:36.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretty In Pink</title><content type='html'>Good day, it's me again, DK.  I wanted to comment on my pretty pink nails I have.  Now I know this maybe something of a no big deal blog, but I haven't been one to have kept nails, in-fact it is rather a new occurance.  They are so long now and with a nice natural creamy pink, I love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know how this really begain, I just started obsessing over how they looked, I think it was Sandra's influence.  I wore just a natural clear coat for several months between periods of growing them out, then cutting them.  I guess I was concerned over how they looked while in boy-mode and how my work reacted.  Afterall I do have a day-job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just recently went all out and got a French Manicure and wow, I am now hooked.   I went into work and no one even flinched, I think they kind of expected it, and as Sandra said, "I am breaking them down".  I think it started with getting my hair done with bangs, that's a blog for another day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that's it.  I would of made a video blog, but I have so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have great weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-114391239539603433?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114391239539603433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=114391239539603433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/114391239539603433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/114391239539603433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/04/pretty-in-pink.html' title='Pretty In Pink'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-114341241924723030</id><published>2006-03-26T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:43:10.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home Page</title><content type='html'>I would like to announce that I made my own Home Page through Apple. You ask why, well because I could having recently subscribed to Apple's iLife program (which was a gift).  My Home Page is a work in progress and will change and evolve, so don't expect flash  anime cause that isn't it bubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, it is just another avenue I am prusuing in this ever new, self-expression on-line pathway I am traveling on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I use Apple by the way, because it's the only way to fly.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Home Page is kind of silly.  I didn't really know what to make or say on it initialy so I just went on the fly again and had it up in an less than an hour (the beauty of Apple).  I think it is kind of hokey but all in good spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/delilahknotty/Personal2.html"&gt;Click Here for my Home Page&lt;/a&gt; or cut and paste the link below into your browser address tool bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://homepage.mac.com/delilahknotty/Personal2.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One other thing, I made an entry into WikiPedia.org, the on-line co-op enclycipedia a while back.  That was really fun.  I have also included the link.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delilah_Knotty_%28Fetish_Model%29"&gt;Click Here for my WikiPedia Article&lt;/a&gt; or cut and paste the lik below into your browser address tool bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Delilah_Knotty_%28Fetish_Model%29&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-114341241924723030?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114341241924723030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=114341241924723030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/114341241924723030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/114341241924723030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-home-page.html' title='New Home Page'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19786892.post-114340757267453578</id><published>2006-03-26T13:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T13:58:31.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Journal Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.archive.org/download/Delilahs_Journal_01/DelilahsJournal_01.mov"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7014/1965/320/Delilah%27s%20Journal_01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited to announce my first Video Web Log Journal Entry into webspace.  I am finding this whole new realm of self expression to be very interesting in that I can share not with just my closest firends of my life, but now with the whole wide world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tune in  or subscribe to my entry's through the XML tab (bottom right) for more to come or just drop by on occasion for updates.  I plan to have at least one entry per week done on Saturday mornings, uploaded by the that day hopefully and most likely, when I am fresh and alive with coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please click on the image for the video or &lt;a href="http://www.archive.org/download/Delilahs_Journal_01/DelilahsJournal_01.mov"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;xxx's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delilah Knotty&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19786892-114340757267453578?l=delilahsjournal.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/feeds/114340757267453578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19786892&amp;postID=114340757267453578' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/114340757267453578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19786892/posts/default/114340757267453578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://delilahsjournal.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-journal-entry.html' title='First Journal Entry'/><author><name>DK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17048418748822223971</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
