Archive for November, 2010

SGGURLS 3rd anniversary: program draft

November 28, 2010

SGGURLS 3rd anniversary: program draft

27th November 2010

We’re oversubscribed! It’s not a wonder when the value proposition is overwhelming. For a mere 18sgd, the gurls get a free make over, photography session, food and two days of chalet worth 180sgd per person. There are not many places where one can get 10x returns. Herein lies the problem, we’re underfunded for the overpacked fun event.

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We discussed this problem at length yesterday and decided to uphold this proposition, but we do need help cover the short fall. We’re going to put a ‘donation’ box at the entrance of the chalet. For those of you who feel charitable, please do help us. Here’s the DRAFT program for our SGGURLS celebration. The final program will be publish soon.SGGURLS 3rd anniversary: program draft photo 2

For payment & registration for this coming 3-4th DEC 2010 event, please email

For more information on Singapore’s transgender social networking group, please go to and we’re also on facebook


A kinky and tranny Saturday

November 16, 2010

A kinky and tranny Saturday

nicolesingslave 2 hrs ago

13 November 2010
San Francisco

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I had planned for a lazy Saturday but it was going to be my version of “sleepless in Seattle” in SF. Tranny and kinky events filled my calendar faster than a surfer can mount a surfboard. First stop for the day, lunch and my first SOJ munch. Will I have the stomach to eat and drink mead with total strangers in this kinky meet? When Sunny smiled on the private deck of the Thirsty Bear, I was beguiled. I was at home with the jovial bunch and counted myself fortunate to be in likes of Sunny, Charles, “Terse”, Mitch, Jay and the shy ones. We compare and exchanged notes. It was interesting to find similar challenges and issues.

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I popped in Wicked Grounds to an event called SCREWUP: BDSM for trans and queers ( The title said it all and my momma told me to keep quiet if I can’t say anything nice.

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A few face pics in the cage and it was time to hightail out of the cafe for more of the SF life spice. I stopped by the Rickshaw Stop, a suppossedly great local lesbian watering hole. Damn, it’s gate was wedged tighter than a tampon in ovulating season. No reason to panic as this had not turned out to be the “promised” good time for my guest from Tokyo. 

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It was back to Marlena’s where one can count on no cover charge, quality drinks and good company or a nice Italian restaurant by the Marina.

Tapping into SF’s kinky pulse

November 12, 2010

Tapping into SF’s kinky pulse

nicolesingslave 10 hrs ago
11th November 2011,
San Francisco.

Gourmet food versus a tight corset? It was an obvious bet when it came to meeting the Maestro, the King of kink who was hosting the monthly BaGG event in the Glas Kat supper club . Finding the club shouldn’t be a problem unless one drank too much coffee & rum and overlooked the the need to write down the zip code. The cost was being lost in some godsaken place in South SF (near the airport). Bloody Garmin with it’s load of useless zipcodes!

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Getting carded and a twenty later, I got to meet two delectable amores: Leah and Keira. Fifi was inducted to be our photographer. Short lived was her duty as the thorny bar monitor zeroed in on the flash like a moth to flame. Bye, bye, Mr. Camera.

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My wish was fulfilled when I finally got to see the King of Kink exhibit his flogging skills. The slave whimpered and counted, “One, Maestro. TOooh, Maestro. ..” The crowd was riveted on the eye candy. Was I turned …too bad I can’t show you the pic. 

San Franciso, SM and Tgurls

November 12, 2010

6th November 2010

San Francisco.

Parking in SF was hell for this Singapore belle. The race for a parking space and the queen’s ransom to keep the SFPD’s steel vice off my wheels left a bad taste especially when I want to spend $$$ in the glbt capital. Shopping was a bust: Piedmont at the Haight was a tourist baiter, Stormy Leather was a-shuttered and Mr. S Leather was no better. San Fran, my dear San Fran, where’s your rumble?

Yelp’s recommendation of Brenda’s was no help. The biscuit was just too hard. Coffee tasted bland at Wicked Grounds and worst still was the staff who seemed dumbfounded by the SM events posted on the cafe’s calendar. San Fran where the your vibe? I went to SF Citadel hoping to shake off the cold spell. It started well when a soft-spoken chivalrous gentleman declared Fifi and I his guests. We saved a fifty and I flashed a wily smile. He showed us around from the table with bad tasting dumplings to the dungeon underground. Things were turning around I thought. I must have sunk to new lows when I went below. I should have taken a prozac. To be exact, I saw no skills at play. San Fran, my dear San Fran, what happened to you while I was away? Screaming slaves and a punching bag were not why I put on my best drags. Our chivalrous gentleman took an early exit. He must have felt the way I did. Fifi had to help kept the few throlls at bay.

Finally, I had enough of leather and rubber and went to Marlena’s to meet up with my gorgeous sistas. It was the best choice I made eventhough I was too hot in my latex dress. Dejavu: I sure miss my gurls, Terrence and Backstage.