Hello again to all the wonderful sissies and mistresses at the excellent Sissy School forum! I've been away from our delightful forum for almost a year due to intervening circumstances, as the reason for my absence was that I was homeless during that time until recently, having now worked myself out of said state via my bootstraps. It's great to be back!
During my unhoused gadding about, I had adventures aplenty, crossing paths with ally and rogue alike. To my beneficent fortune, I've gained good-fellowship with some of those congenial beforementioned. Indeed, one such being no less than my dear husband Mike! We were recently legally married, though we've been married in our souls not long after my outdoorsy excursion began. We both agree that it is our spiritual marriage that principally matters, nevertheless it is good that we now have recognized rights toward each other.
The following is a picture of my husband and me, taken on October 28, 2017. This photograph is truly amazing, as it captures our meeting the internationally-famous Tony the Tiger at our local Walmart! Little could we have suspected that during our grocery outing we would chance upon such a celebrity. As you can well-imagine, we were starstruck, and to our great luck one of his entourage agreed to take our picture with the convivial Mr. Tiger!
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Tony said of us, "They're great!" Aw, pshaw, Tony! You're making our ears blush!
And the below picture, taken on November 1, 2017 by my husband, is of our former tented grand manor, christened Ravenscroft, with our pavilion located behind me in the image. Upon these grounds is where my husband and I originally met and combined forces, he having lived there before my arrival. Outside of the image on the same property was our vacation estate, appellated Woodhaven, featuring a smaller tent. We agreed that our primary estate shall always be dubbed Ravenscroft, with any secondary tenement to be styled Woodhaven. The property seen here was owned by a nice lady who was a benefactor of the homeless, and she would allow select people to make encampment thereon. The property was otherwise abandoned by her. The house seen in the background is on a different property, belonging to one of our then-neighbors.
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As you can see, our livingroom was rather spacious. Indeed, its vaulted ceilings were so high as to quite literally encompass the Milky Way Galaxy! No need for television here, as its vistas were constantly on the wildlife channel without need of an electrical outlet! Teehee.
Our livingroom was arranged for entertaining our guests in nights of jubilation and merrymaking, with the area where we would build our bonfires seen at the bottom of the image. To my left in the photograph we have some gourmet hamburgers being grilled-up. Delish! Also seen thereabouts is one end of an abandoned travel-trailer RV that was unlivable.
In my right hand of the pictorial is a big Bowie knife, one of the most truly useful camping tools yet invented. This is another delightful Walmart find, the Mossy Oak Break-Up Country Bowie Knife with Stag Finish Handle, Model No. 5001 (UPC: 8 20909 15001 5). It's constructed like an Abrams battletank, and at $19.97 was quite the catch. Whoever designed this knife knew what they were doing!
This knife also has the added benefit of helping me to remember the Alamo, which us Texicans are instructed to do growing up. Yeehaw! One of our guests at our estate, P. J., was a strapping young lad who variously worked as a genuine cowboy. He used these very model of knives as actual pig-stickers to deliver the coup de grâce when he would go wild-hog hunting. He had two of these, well-worn yet still quite serviceable, in his pick'emup truck.
This knife is handy in a multitudinousness of ways, beyond its obvious camping uses. As a beer-can opener to save a lady's nails, a back-scratcher, a personal grooming tool--you name it! Indeed, it belongs on every lady executive's desk, as it makes a wonderful letter-opener--as well, to help keep her underlings in line by putting the fear into them. Ha! I kid! (Not about the letter-opener part, though. I would never be so crude as to joke about letter-openers!) And it makes the perfect fashion accessory for every outfit, as it comes with a genuine leather sheath! Further, nothing spells C-L-A-S-S-Y better than a lady executive using a big Bowie knife to groom herself during board meetings!
Now, despite what you might think, being homeless isn't all fun and games, as homelessness can sometimes have its downsides, as well. Like rats. Yes: rats!
We had a persistent rat who would constantly visit the interior of our pavilion at night to get up to perniciousness. It was a cute fellow or fellowess, but when it comes down to a situation of human welfare and rat welfare clashing, I tend toward favoring the former. We used a spring rat-trap to dispatch our little amigo, of whom we posthumously named Chewy, christened after its destructive habits. My husband and I were mournful that we had to do so, though we look forward to being reunited with Chewy under better circumstances.
Until that great day, Requiescat in pace, dear Chewy!
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So as you can see, us Texican hillbillie Latina tranny chicas really know how to do homelessness up with style, aplomb and verve!
Yay!
I greatly thank the mistresses of the Sissy School forum for their magnanimous work on the forum during my leave, not least our Headmistress, Ms. Ally. I love the Sissy School forum so very much!