The return of the original Famous Five

This edition is part of a restoration theme I touched on in part to getting back in touch with some people I was close to a few years who may have some different reasons for their interest than I but is a place where I can discuss that side of reading that for me is rooted as much part with my past and present child-like sense of being as much as a love of reading, my difficulties with reading aside.

Enid Blyton was as no doubt for many of us in the British Commonwealth the author we were introduced by schools and parents keen for us to reading something other than comics and preferable to the big threat of our era, the TV in the corner which was feared for turning us into passive unthinking consumers.

She wrote for all ages although there was a age-range guide for each series so we'd start with something like Noddy or Mr Twiddle which I loved and move through to a series like Malory Towers and the Famous Five to the very top end Junior Fiction and the cusp of Young Adult Fiction and adult fiction often tied to what we studied for English Literature around our mid teens.

I'm revisiting the Famous Five series after talking about them in 2012 mainly because of they way chunks of the situations around the lives of George, Dick, Julian, Anne and Timmy the dog have been altered dramatically that they no long ring true even if the basics of the plot remain.

What I'm in process of doing is replacing these somewhat altered versions with originals from the 1950 and 60's in hardback form.

Although much of the adventure and the sense of being young are universal across each era's children inevitably it is set in the past with it starting in 1942 and ending in 1963 so as amazing as it may sound one thing is they used a different currency and with it a different sense the value of things. 

This was one of the first things to be changed following the UK adopting decimalization in 1971 was references to money and strangely enough the decision by one paperback publisher to put all the children in Jeans even though that wasn't what was worn back then  plus ignores a common theme in the novels which is how 'George' rejects femininity as expressed in dresses and ribbons in preference to the shorts of boys and boyish pursuits.

At a stroke a big part of her gender role rebellion is diminished by removing the contrast to that societies norms.

My start point in revisiting the series begins where I first met them in chronological childhood  and that's with the first three novels that were put in an omnibus edition which to be honest is how most likely I'd of been given these novels and so I got a 1964 copy of "The Famous Five Big Book".

That contains the very first story Five on a Treasure Island that sets very much the scene introducing us not just to the Island and the children but also to their families and the social order within it, not least that the adults are the Authority Figures and that the children are spanked (and expect to be) which was the norm back then.

More recent editions remove that completely and attempt to suggest a more negotiated form of parenting that simply wasn't the case and what the children  who read the stories originally would not of recognized because the lives of Julian, George, Anne and Dick where very much like theirs in that way!

Some of the copies I have do have their original dust jackets, some of which are like this - a little the worse for wear although I used transparent tape to repair a few tears on this one - that are enjoyable to look at although because so many got lost or badly damaged copies with them tend to at a premium regardless of the actual condition of the book itself.

For me then while I love the dust jackets, it's the original text and the illustrations by Elaine Soper that have never been surpassed that are the reasons why I'm replacing the other set and enjoying re-reading the stories as they were originally written as I identified with them as that child.

I don't appreciate having my memories messed with.

The all purpose Sissy Gurl

We may be in the Fall, but really it's hardly got going yet, maybe another two or three weeks on before everything starts coming out all glowing and golden.

It's really time for a recap, renewing what all of this was really about for me.

To be a sissy means to embrace a submissive role with a feminine demeanour as an alternative to traditional masculine behaviour. The term “sissy” was traditionally used to call out boys or men whose behaviour or interests deviated from the typical masculine norm. 

Now, it has become a term that is willingly adopted by those who desire to become a sissy and enjoy being called a sissy, that is why I, Tammy, want you to call me one.

From where I'm coming from Sissification contributes to the discarding of societal gender roles and the exploration of one’s sexual identity beyond the binary confines. It involves encouraging or training a submissive partner to imitate feminine mannerisms and dress in a feminine or exaggeratedly feminine manner. This could range from just wearing female underwear to full time sissification, performing tasks in a feminine manner and altering one’s physical appearance.

For me nothing is truly off limits, only subject to my own lines at that point in time.

Sissy tasks can range widely, reflecting the spectrum of femininity. These tasks could include cooking, cleaning, wearing lingerie, and even more erotic adventures. These tasks help in step out of my masculine shell and embrace my alter ego, acting much like a woman ordinarily would.

All are open to Tammy and Tammy is open to all.

My journey of turning into a sissy isn’t an overnight process. It involves repeated sissy tasks, sissy training, and the altering of behaviours over a period. As a sissy I did not go too far in physically altering their appearance initially, slowly embracing feminine tasks and behaviours before proceeding to more involved steps.

The journey of sissification involves a desire to mould into femininity, often involving a struggle with one’s identity and societal prejudices. A sissy willingly humiliates himself to break free from toxic masculine norms, challenge gender norms and roles, and find satisfaction in being submissive, slutty, or sissified.

What I went through around 2008 to 2010 taught me the whole expression of my sissy gurl ways from Little Gurl to Full adult made me feel satisfied in myself

Pivotal to the sissy’s transformation is the adoption of feminine attire such as lingerie, stockings, and high heels. These items are symbolic of the sissy’s break from patriarchal norms and enhance the depth of their femininity and they are what Tammy so loves doing.

The psychological aspect of sissification involves tapping into the desire for self-subjugation. Snuffing out my masculinity is seen as an act of self-humiliation or submission to a dominant. 

This process helps the subject see and accept all the amazing benefits of feminization and for me makes my identity sissy gurl.

Sissification doesn’t necessarily imply an alteration of one’s sexual identity. It is a kink or sexual preference that involves the subject adopting exaggerated feminine behaviours and attire as Miss D found out with me.

Even if I take a break from sexual activity, say during a period of intense Little Sissy Gurl role playing and getting in that most innocent of headspaces because "My Little" should not be subject to advances "My Big" might enjoy, it doesn't mean I have no sexual neediness.

Those needs when they emerge have the right to be met including her "Big Gurl" cravings and Tammy  enjoy it.

Elton John on vinyl

A good few years back, going back the last dying days of my original laptop I did post something about my collection of Elton John cds and his "To Be Continued..." box set of 1990 of which my copy is Canadian.

During a period in the late 1980's through early 90's much of my original vinyl and tape collection of his got converted into cds some of which are specialty gold re-masters of better than regular cd quality.

Feeling the need as I got back into vinyl for some of this prolific singer/songwriters output in that form, I decided to add a couple of well chosen compilations.

My original copy of this the 1974 Greatest Hits album was the MCA edition that had a different track selection but it was an album much played growing up and to which I have the DCC gold remaster that over twenty years on still stands out.

What's on it ten essential tracks including such vignettes as Crocodile Rock, Candle in the Wind and plaintive Border Song.

I got the original 1974 UK lp which sounds like he's almost in your room singing.

 That compilation was followed up three years later by another that because he had just switch labels required some cross-label licensing that has caused issues with the US cd edition since to the point I remade the selection digitally.

The strength of this compilation was it housed on lp form a number of non album 45's such as Pinball Wizard, Philadelphia Freedom and Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds and his Rocket Records duet Don't Go Breaking My Heart with Kiki Dee which was a British #1.

I decided to get the UK version as it sounded better and between both volumes of Greatest Hits I was only missing one song, Levon, and that didn't matter so much.

If one was to pick a single album of Elton's that you could say was his greatest achievement musically, then it would be the 1973 double album Goodbye Yellow Brick Road which breaks very well into four suites of songs.

It was the home of Candle In The Wind, Saturday's Alright For Fighting, Bennie & The Jets and the title track although for me nothing surpasses the opening Funeral For A Friend/Love Lies Bleeding.

My copy is the 1976 Japanese reissue that kept the tri-fold jacket in thick card with inserts and rice paper inners to cuddle the mint super quiet vinyl.

Issued in 1987 only for a brief period on Geffen Records in the States and Canada, this third volume of greatest hits covers the very late 70's to 1987 taking in such hits as I'm Still Standing, I Guess That's Why They Call It The Blues  and Wrap Her Up.

The circle progresses

This is being written in the inbetweeness of what will be a busy weekend here not least with a annual trip out to the seaside and a Nan's birthday which we remember.

When it comes to my own there are elements leave me feeling like why are we doing this? 

Some of that lies in mess that is my family, always at war with each other over the silliness of things, petty one upmanship and rank disrespect never mind just refuse to speak to folk for months at a time. 

Indeed often if you'd of said what did I want for a Birthday my honest answer would be a 'Proper family' to belong to and no wonder I feel closer to my age play family. 

It's not that I'm opposed to the idea of working with what  is, god knows you just have to at times, and not making a bad situation worse by tossing a whole of easy to throw in attitude to the mix it just makes things feel...hollow. 

Mum always say I'm the one that can be counted on to think more about what needs to happen, what would make a difference and just do it so I'm happy to take her for lunch and she understands marking the wedding anniversary in the view of events I grew up around is something I can't cheat on emotionally so won't happen. 

Part of the reason I cope with much of this mess is actually the people who filled the gaps, providing guidance, an understanding ear and much needed help in developing some self-discipline and usually around  this time I'm reminded of how much I have to be grateful for in that way. 

This year unlike years in the past I do feel I am moving in the right direction, becoming a little more mature than I have been which to tell you the truth has been so embarrassing for those years so I'd like to thank every one who's helped me. 

Here's to Mums and the all the people who are helping me move on.