The weird, weird world of LJ RP: Part One.

The site that launched a thousand wanks.

To be honest, I can’t remember exactly how I got started. But I know it definitely had something to do with Harry Potter.

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Dress like the Doctor: Part Two

In Part One, we talked about the basic overall look. Now it’s time to get more specific.

Part Two: Fabrics, Patterns and Colors

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“But I didn’t pack straight!”

NOTE: This is a transgender-related entry. If you are confused by any of the terms used here, check out Ronen’s Trans Glossary.

Previously on Ronen’s Trip to Las Vegas: Some dudes thought I was a dude, other dudes were confused, it was all good to me.

Like I said, the trip started out as a bust. There were three people I was supposed to have met up with out there: two friends coming from two different states, and my brother. One friend’s grandfather died the night before he was supposed to leave, another tried to rent a car to drive out but ran into complications, and my brother’s new job decided to start three days earlier than it was supposed to. Which left me alone in Vegas.

Vegas really isn’t the sort of place to be alone in – not necessarily for safety reasons, since those are relevant just about anywhere you can go, but because it’s a place people go to be with other people. As a tourist attraction it’s essentially social: the gambling, the shows, the dining and the dancing all are engineered to be shared. So what was I to do?

My brother wound up coming to the rescue. He knew people who lived in Vegas and got me in touch with them. But as it turned out, that led to another set of problems. His friends had it in mind to visit some of the more exclusive dance clubs on the strip. The kinds of places that have dress codes and enforce them strictly. I texted my brother’s friend’s girlfriend, confiding in her that I hadn’t packed “girly club clothes.” She sent back: “You should be able to get in anywhere with a nice top, jeans and heels.”

Cue me looking in despair at the clothes I had chosen to bring: a button-up shirt from the boys’ section at Target. A cheesy-fun polyester shirt with ruffles. Ties. T-shirts. Men’s skinny jeans. A sports bra and binder, but no proper bra. Sneakers – nice ones, but sneakers. The only makeup in sight was an old eyeliner pencil that had just happened to be in my shoulder bag.

I had packed with the intention of going to a bunch of queer events: a burlesque show here, an LGBT hangout there. I hadn’t packed straight.

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Bibrary Gender Identity and Expression Challenge: The Hermaphrodite by Julia Ward Howe

The Challenge: read five books in any five categories that deal positively with gender identity and expression.

I originally signed up for this challenge with my old gender blog, Mercury’s Moon, but that was before I created this one. I haven’t decided yet whether to cross-post the entries or just put them here. In any case, I’ll repeat what I wrote there when asked to explain why I was participating in the challenge: Books that focus positively on trans or alternative gender characters and/or subjects are not widely publicized. If we’re interested in the subject matter, if it’s important to us, it’s up to us to seek out those books and promote them ourselves. Because they ARE out there.

In fact, I just got done reading one of them.

The Hermaphrodite by Julia Ward Howe

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Dress like the Doctor: Part One

For most of my life, I thought that I didn’t care about fashion. The truth, though, was that I didn’t care about the type of fashion that was being touted to my perceived demographic. I started to clue into this in high school, when I discovered that I generally enjoyed wearing men’s clothing more than women’s. It was then that I discovered I really did enjoy exploring clothing as a way to express myself.

I’ve gone through a lot of personal fashion phases since then: there was the hippie phase, the t-shirt-and-hoodie phase, the 70s phase… remnants of all those are still lingering in my closet. But my current fashion obsession happens to line up perfectly with my current TV obsession: Doctor Who. Specifically I’ve been trying to model my wardrobe, in both subtle and not-so-subtle ways, after the Doctor himself. I’ve even joked (well – sort of joked) that my transition is actually FtTL: Female-to-Time-Lord.

With the sheer size of the Doctor’s fan base, I figure a guide to his style wouldn’t go unappreciated. So here’s the first of a three-part series of posts, showing you how to Dress Like the Doctor.

Just to be clear: this isn’t a costuming guide. Cosplayers far more detail-oriented and dedicated to the craft have made whole communities based around that type of thing. This guide takes a look at all the Doctors (yes, even Colin Baker) and presents ideas for how anyone can pull off a Doctor-esque look in their day-to-day life.

So, on to Part One.

Part One: The Overall Look

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Getting read.

Yup - that's me.

NOTE: This is a transgender-related entry. If you are confused by any of the terms used here, check out Ronen’s Trans Glossary.

I haven’t posted for a week because my Vegas trip was last weekend – then after I returned, life got busy for a few days.

About the trip in general: long story short, it was something of a bust, but it got salvaged. What was supposed to be an awesome, epic weekend wound up being pretty good, which wasn’t the worst that could have happened by a long shot, but wasn’t so great either.

At the very least, what I got out of the weekend was a unique experience and a few blog ideas. The first idea came to me quickly on the first day, when something happened to me that had never, ever happened before: I got read as male not just once, but three times in a single day.

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My workouts of choice: Bikram and bike-riding.

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“Biking outdoor” by motograf at

Anyone interested in getting/staying in shape has to find the type of workout that’s right for them, that fits both their fitness goals and their personality: otherwise, working out winds up feeling too much like a chore. This is a post about the methods I’ve found work for me.

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The queer connection: Trans identity and the Doctor.

NOTE: This is a transgender-related entry. If you are confused by any of the terms used here, check out Ronen’s Trans Glossary.

Much has been made of the radical amount of queerness (radical by television standards, anyway) displayed by the program Doctor Who and its spin-off, Torchwood. Much of it today is thanks to the man who rebooted the show itself back in 2005, Russell T. Davies. RTD, a gay man himself, thought (logically) that in the future queerness would be even more tolerated than it is today and slipped all kinds of “throw-away” lines into the episodes he wrote. Like in the episode Midnight, where a woman talking bitterly about her ex rattles off “she needed her own space” without even a whiff of taboo. Or in that same episode, where the attendant on the bus tour keeps addressing the passengers as “Ladies, gentlemen and variations thereupon.” Some folks might have heard that and thought it was a joke, but for me? It was a nod to a future where my identity isn’t just accepted, it’s taken as a matter of course.

(That episode, by the way, is one of my favorites for reasons far beyond its queeritude. It’s also creepy as hell. Watch but beware.)

Anyway, like I said, much has been made of the Whoniverse’s general queerness, even going way further back than RTD’s involvement, but I wanted to focus in on a very specific aspect: the part where the character of the Doctor himself is analogous to a trans person.

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Here I go on my own.

Photo by justino307 at

Last Friday, I made a plane and hotel reservation to spend a weekend in Las Vegas. This is kind of a big deal.

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I warned you about the Squee, right? I’m pretty sure I warned you about the Squee.


(Discussion of potentially-spoilery things [and not too much more caps lock, I promise] after the cut.)

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