Anita C.

I didn't sign the petition because I don't agree with WHY it was initiated. Namaste', Anita C.

OP! I almost forgot! Perfume (Poison, Hollywood or Romeo DiGigli work well and the guys LOVE it!) Long fingernails . . . french tips. Namaste', Abita C.

Nothing but NOTHING looks more elegant than a plain pair of 5" or 5.5" Pointed-toe Stilettos. . . It will not take away from your dress, I promise! Accessories? Jet-black, seamed stockings with cuban heels, garters, a satinny bra, long 'shoulder duster' earrings with rhinestone nacklace & bracelet, evening make-up, elegant hair . . . perhaps some body glitter? namaste', Anita C.

Corey and Rob continue to enjoy a wonderful relationship. On occassion Rob comes home Friday and finds that Corey has laid out Sandis' things for him to change into. He changes with out saying a word. Corey says she just needs 'Girl' time with Sandi. Namaste', Anita C.

:sleeping: :sleeping: :sleeping: :sleeping: 'RING! . . . My alarm goes off. I get out of bed and slowly go into the bathroom. I turn on the shower and remove my robe. The heels of my fet no longer touch the floor without concentretad effort-I don't care. As I towel off from my shower, I go into my bedroom and without even thinking put on a pair of 5" stiletto heeled mules. I walk back to the bathroom. I dry and style my hair and put on my make-up. That done I go to my dresser and pick out my lingerie' for the day. Hmmm . . . let's see . . . AH! a navy satin bra, navy panties . . . hmmm . . . stockings or pantyhose?? I see my luxurious navy satin-trimmed 6 suspender garter belt and smile. I put it on and select a pair of suntan colored stockings. I gather them and a slip my freshly shaved legs into them. I attach the stockings to the garters. I remove a hunter green suit and a navy blue shell from the closet. Jewelry . . . pearl earrings, necklace and bracelet. As I put my earring backs on, I pause and look to my shoe closet. I see a pair of Navy patent 5.5" Stiletto pumps! I remove the suntan hose and don a pair of navy ones. I put on a navy blue satin slip, the skirt, the shell and drape the coat over a chair. I set the Stilettos on the floor and step into them. I feel DRESSED! I have tried lower heels, chulky heels & blade heels. . . I just don't feel right until I'm teetering in stilettos with my toes slightly pinched in pointed toes. I put my keys, bilfold and 'stuff' into a matching Navy Patent purse. I stand majestically in my 5.5" Stilettos and spray on some 'Poison'. I carry my jacket & out the door I go. I hear the clik-clik-clik of my 5.5" Stilettos on the concrete as I walk to my car. I slide in and press the accerator pedal. I smile contentedly. I know WHY I love wearing Stilettos! If you don't understand, I can't explain. If you understand I don't have to explain. Namaste', Anita C.

Saturday, Seannie & I decided to go out shoe shopping. We dressed up, me in my beige suit with an off-white frilly blouse and Seannis in a navy blue dress with navy pantyhose. She also wore her new Auburn shoulder length wig . . . she looked super. We started at the mall and found . . . nothing. We went to a store that we had often had success at and struck paydirt! I found 3 pairs of new 5.5" Stilettos in Blue, Silver and brown. Seannie found 2. A red patent pair and a pair of navy sling-back pair . . . that she wore! We stopped on the way home and had lunch with Samantha. While Samantha and I were chatting Seannie wandered up to the stage at the club. Unbeknownst to Samantha and I, Seannie had started talking with the band who was rehearsing and asked if she could play on the keyboards! She was quite good! The bandmembers applauded and we stood there slack-jawed as Seannie returned to the table. "Seannie! I AM impressed! I didn't know you were a musician?" I remarked. "Nor did I!" Samantha added. Seannie blushed and said "I just picked it up recently. The band said I could 'drop-in' the next time you sang here,Auntie. Could I?". I pondered for a bit . . . "Sure, hun. Love to have you. It would be fun!". We went home and changed. I put on my turquoise beaded gown trimmed in silver and my new silver stilettos. Seannie dressed in one of MY blue cocktail dresses . . . she looked . . . older and to be truthfull, this concerned me a bit. I looked . . . and looked . . . and looked before saying ok. "But you behave tonight and stay at the table, 'k?". During my first set I called Seannie up and we did "Fly Me To The Moon". I was so proud! She looked great and performed flawlessly. "Quite a day, missy!" I said to her. "That was so FUN!" she gushed. As we clik-clik-cliked our way back to the car we discussed the days' events. "So . . . do you want to perform again? Because if you do we have to work on a few new numbers!". "YES!" she exploded "That would be so wonderful! Maybe I could take lessons from Tim! He did offer! Could I please!?". I had known Tim for twenty years and also knew his wife & kids. "Ok, but let me talk with him first." LORD! Two entertainers an TWO stiletto lovers under the same roof! We'll see . . . Namaste', Anita C.

UPDATE! Looks like the guy is going to cop a plea. He'll plead guilty to Murder and he'll go away for life. What more can we ask for? W E L L . . . his first Lawyer left him high & dry. His second advised him that this was the best he could possibly hope for, so he took it. Seannie & I went to church this morning and then to the cemetery. Seannie looked at the grave and then at me and said "You were right. . . It isn't enough." I smiled and replied "It never is, Seannie . . . it never is." Namaste', Anita C.

Seannie & I do wear the same size (11). He practiced for many years at home & is quite proficient in wearing 5.5"ers. Namaste', Anita C.

Here Here, Heelfan! "GOD made all men. Smith & Wesson made them equal." Praise the LORD and pass the ammunition. Now can we please discuss fashion? Namaste', Anita C.

yes, she's quite a pistol, isn't she! We'll see what happens in three weeks. Namaste', Anita C.

Mr. Redneck, homophobic, childkiller (heronto reffered to as RHC) was arraigned this morning. His Attourney, a known homophobe, was at his side and is requesting a change of venue because of pretrial prejudice, he doesn't feel he can get a fair trial in Denver. The judge looked over the request, put it down and looked them both in the eye and said "Your request is DENIED!". His Attourney threw a fit. The judge said "Mr.-----, you SHALL learn to control yourself in this courtroom or you will be joining your client in jail for contempt! Is that crystal clear, sir? Furthermore, you shall address the bench as 'Your Honor' from this point foreward. Is THAT clear? Your request for bail is also denied. In Colorado when a suspect is accused of a capitol offence, they are never granted bail and I can see no exception as to why this should be any different. Balif. remand Mr.-------- to custody pending trial and take his attourney with him so he can cool off for a couple of hours for contempt. Next case." The case has been set on a fast track and will go to trial in 3 weeks. I'll keep you posted. Namaste', Anita C.

Does anybody remember "PONG"? Or am I really gonna feel old? Namaste', Anita C.

YOU said it. Not ME . . . Namaste'. Anita C.

UPDATE: At a meeting of concerned citizens and friends of the deceased, the DA told us that he is going for life with no parole due to the viscious methoud the perpatrator employed in the death. He also informed us that he will NOT be allowed bail because of this being a capitol crime. I offered my assistance and thanked him for his vigorous prosecution of this crime. He said "Thanks. We've got to send a message here that being homophobic, drunk and stupid is no excuse for murder. We're throwing not only the book at him, but also the bench." Namaste', Anita C.

I heard this & thought of that sweet child. Someday someway . . . we'll be close together-wait and see Oh, by the way, this time the dream's on me You'll take my hand and look at me adoringly please understand . . . this time the dream's on me. It would be fun . . . to be certain that I'm the one. To know that I, at least, supplied a shoulder to cry upon To have seen you through . . . 'till you're everything you're supposed to be That can't come true, so this time the dream's on me. Good bye, sweet child. You were loved and you will be missed by the many of us whose lives you touched as only you could. Your Auntie Anita

What am I IN TO? Hmmmmmmmmmm . . . (clik-clik-clik as Auntie paces) Music - jazz, standards, some Latin, Anything written by Johnny Mercer, vintage clothing and lingerie' from the 60s', conspiracy theories, Italian cars whos' names end in "i" , fried scallops served with shrimp, home fried potatoes, croissants and two big ears of corn on the cob! (Those of you fortunate enough to live in Boston and know of the "No Name" know what I'm talking about!) ,Tanqueray and Bombay Sapphire :drinking: , a well made pair of 5.5" Stilettos, foot, leg, neck & scalp massages, going out to breakfast in sequins & stilettos after you've closed down the bar, nighttime city sounds, taxi rides and moonglow. Yeah . . . that's pretty much it. Namaste', Anita C.

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Ok, Jimc & Bladerunner! I'm of Irish/Scott heritage too! Granted, there's also English and Apache Indian in there too but WHATEVER! This was Grandpas' favorite joke: Do you know where a good Irishman goes on vacation? To a different pub . . . (rim-shot). :drinking: :drinking: :drinking: Couldn't resist! Namaste', Anita O'C.

Last night Seannie & I were sitting watching the TV. He turned to me and asked "why did you quit wearing the corset and the ballets, Auntie?" "W E L L . . . Remember whe Gwen died and I was forever running all over? The corset & ballets just became a lower priority, Sean. Then when you moved in I thought that having me parade around in corset & ballets might be a bit inappropriate." "I see. Does the corset still fit? Do you think you can still walk in them?" "I'm not sure . . . shall we find out?" Sean smiled and went to the closet and got them out. I changed and put the corset on in private. Sean helped me tighten the corset laces and laced up the ballets for me. "Can you stand?" "Uh-huh. I think so!" Alley-oop! "Sean. There's a walker in the garage. Would you please go get it for me?" He returned with the walker and I actually recovered some of the skills that I had. Seannie tightened the corset twice and I was down to a 24.5" waist by the evenings' end. "Ok, Sean. I've had enough fun." Sean laughed and unlaced the ballets, then the corset. I changed and returned to the living room. . . I KNEW what was coming. "Um . . . Anita?" "Yes?" "Would you mind if I tried the ballets on?" "Hmmm . . . I don't know, Sean." I teased. "PLEASE!" "Ok, go ahead." Sean got the ballets from my room. He went in and put on a pair of pantyhose and shorts, then returned to the living room. I helped lace him into the boots and gave him the walker. "Ok, sport. Have at it!" He grabbed the walker and stood up slowly. He walked around for a bit and then returned to the couch and started un-lacing them. "Had enough fun, Sean?" "I don't like them" he said flatly "They are too hard to stand & walk in and they hurt." I know-I know . . . how could I allow Sean to try the ballets? Simple: Because he ASKED me to. He didn't sneak around behind my back and do it. In conclusion he saw something, he asked an honest question and got an honest answer. He also found out that while he was intrigued by the ballets, wearing them was quite a different matter! He came to his own conclusion. As for the corset, Sean has one and wears it occassionally. He has no interest in tightlacing or corset training. WHEW! THAT should answer everything! Namaste', Anita C.

A longtime business associate lives & works in Miami. Monthly I fly down and assist in the investigation. Without getting too specific, the data gathered would fill 2-4" filecabinets . . . so far!! Namaste'. Anita C.

A sad day for Seannie & me. One of our special kids from rainbow alley was found beaten to death this morning. He was 13. Details are sketchy but it appears that the homophobic, redneck father had a hand in the demise and is in custody. Seems that alcohol was also involved. . . there's a shock! WHY didn't I see this coming? I would have done something! I'm angry . . . I'd like to stay that way for awhile. Namaste', Anita C.

Ok . . . Age 13, No. Age 14, Yes. I was this old when I started wearing stilettos for dress. Age 15, Yes. I hope this helps. Also, Seannies' 16th birthday is next month. Namaste ' , Anita C.

It would be nice world if we all felt, thought and processed the same . . . We don't. Public sentiment is like a pendulem. It swings from far right to far left and back again. :argue: I have no sympathy for people who think freedom of speech should include the right for these peabrains to say co********, mother******, s***, c***, a****** and the like wherever and whenever the feel the urge. Yes. I support censoreship. Yes, I know full well that we can change channels/turn off if something offends us. Call me crazy, but I believe that real entertainment is not comprised of profanity, nudity, pornography, degradation, smut or beastiality. Sorry, Howard. . . (not really!) Obviously the MAJORITY people of the country have had it with this kind of drivel. Howard has NO TALENT, PERIOD! He is someone who has made a damn good living shocking people. And now the party's over. Namaste', Anita C.

Yes, I do. So does his Doctor and his counseler. This is the look Seannie picked out for Sean. It is a reflection of self. Do I encourage Sean? Yes. Do I tell him what to do and buy? NO! I can see no problems. They are, after all, only shoes. Namaste', Anita C.

ANYTHING by 'Birkenstock'! Namaste', Anita C.