Title: The Art of Disguise: Unveiling the Enigmatic World of Ina Disguise
In a world where individuality often takes center stage, there exists a fascinating subculture that thrives on the power of transformation and concealment. One enigmatic figure who has recently captured the imagination of many is Ina Disguise. In this article, we will delve into the intriguing world of Ina Disguise, exploring the art of disguise as both an art form and a means of self-expression.
A Mysterious Persona
Ina Disguise is not a household name, but that’s exactly the point. Her identity remains shrouded in mystery, and she maintains a deliberate air of anonymity. Operating primarily in the digital realm, Ina Disguise is an artist, performer, and advocate for the art of disguise.
The Power of Transformation
Disguise is a potent form of artistry that involves altering one’s appearance, personality, or identity. It is a practice that has been employed for centuries in various contexts, from espionage to theater. Ina Disguise takes this age-old craft to a new level, pushing the boundaries of what can be achieved through disguise.
Her transformations are both stunning and thought-provoking. Through the use of makeup, wigs, costumes, and digital manipulation, Ina Disguise morphs into a diverse array of characters. From a regal Victorian lady to a futuristic android, she navigates the spectrum of identity with astonishing precision.
Beyond Physical Transformation
Ina Disguise’s work goes beyond mere physical transformation. She explores the emotional and psychological aspects of disguise. Her characters often convey complex narratives and emotions, challenging societal norms and expectations. In this way, disguise becomes a powerful vehicle for storytelling and social commentary.
Disguise as a Means of Self-Expression
While Ina Disguise’s identity remains hidden, her work speaks volumes about the role of disguise as a form of self-expression. By shedding societal labels and expectations, she opens up a world of possibilities. In this age of constant exposure and scrutiny, the allure of anonymity and transformation is more appealing than ever.
Ina Disguise’s art is a testament to the fluidity of identity and the freedom that comes with adopting new personas. It serves as a reminder that we are not confined to a single identity but have the capacity to explore and experiment with various facets of ourselves.
Social Commentary and Provocation
Ina Disguise’s art often challenges societal norms and expectations. Through her various characters, she explores themes of gender, identity, and self-acceptance. In an era where discussions about these topics are vital, her work serves as a thought-provoking commentary that encourages dialogue and introspection.
Digital Age Disguise
In the digital age, disguise takes on new dimensions. With the help of technology, Ina Disguise seamlessly merges physical and digital elements to create her characters. This blurring of the lines between reality and virtuality adds an extra layer of intrigue to her work, highlighting the evolving nature of disguise in our interconnected world.
Conclusion
Ina Disguise is a mysterious figure who invites us to question our preconceptions about identity, transformation, and self-expression. Through her art, she demonstrates the profound impact of disguise as both an art form and a means of social commentary.
In a world where authenticity is often prized above all else, Ina Disguise reminds us that the power of transformation and disguise can be a source of inspiration and empowerment. As we navigate the complexities of our own identities and the world around us, her work challenges us to explore the many facets of who we are and who we can become.
Yeah, maybe if she hadn’t spent the last couple of decades looking after other people that would have gone ahead. Bawbag killed her.
It is a very quick run down on the facts from many sources on the Trans contagion and the reasons behind it for those who are interested. I am now not interested any more. I was sufficiently interested to spend a lot of time looking at people objecting to the issues associated with it, I was suitably upset at the issue of children suddenly being able to consent, I was upset by people at their lowest chopping bits off themselves, now I am no longer interested. It is, as usual, a fairly interesting and thought provoking story, but the lack of people doing any reading of anything over 140 characters has meant a slow start.
The cover was about two months work, Dylan’s face went reasonably well considering it was my first piece of art-grade papier mache, made a couple of wigs for him. I think he is largely irrelevant to be honest, just another random picked as a figurehead, except it is painfully obvious on this occasion. The more times this happens the less effect it has when you have seen a few of them.
I have been trying to write up the story of the Earl and Viscount, but I am just not thrilled enough by the subject to finish it or get it in the right place.
I think the next story will probably be a story explaining the difference between xenophobia and racism to really stupid people as this seems to be confusing for them.
To give a simple example “I don’t like Scotland and Scottish people” is xenophobia, “I do not like her because she is Scottish and I intend to find a way to withdraw her income” is racism. I am not Anglo-Germanic, I lived in England for several years despite the innate racism in Buckinghamshire and Kent, in particular, and actually liked Somerset.
I do not plan on answering any more questions from two people that had the opportunity to solve a problem for me and declined. If your relationship is built on bitching about other folk it is not a relationship at all.
I did have a provisional title for a similar couple pending, but I don’t really want to tell that story again because it was kind of covered in the Bawbag trio of titles from different angles and Bawbag has demonstrated his genuine affection by not bothering me any further. The new couple demonstrate this very well, so I think we will do them instead.
I don’t know why codependents are so childish really.
Got the job I did not think I would get, it is OK but the English new starts are complaining that there are too many Scottish people working for a Scottish company.
Ok so I went out today, after a very successful interview for a job I should but won’t get, and tried to talk to normies about the current work. I got resistance and no feedback at all, although the guy I was talking to kind of understands what I’m doing, the female one did not. It doesn’t matter, it is fleeting feedback and I don’t do it for validation, but it is kind of boring not having either half decent service in one of the only places I frequent because they aren’t listening or a conversation that lasts longer than a transaction, so I am getting increasingly loathe to bother going at all. Oddly enough, the only sensible young person I get to speak to now is African, so feeling a bit less inclined to speak to anyone else.
Save Dylan’s Penis is now underway, the cover is looking lovely thanks to a couple of months of quite full on work and a couple of days of lighting, relighting, posting a statue that is about six feet tall and very heavy.
Cannot wait to get it finished so I can clear up and move on to the older work. It is now time to prepare for Christmas, whilst I await more work to do. In the meantime I have short contracts that I can do and a lot of stuff to sell.
Healthwise, definitely have more energy, am glad that the trans issue research period is over because I am quite bored with the relentless information being pushed out by both the GC and Trans side of the argument.
They are talking on two different levels, and neither side is listening to the other, so it will be interesting to see how Save Dylan’s Penis will be received as I will be addressing both.
Probably won’t hear anything, people are stupid and lazy, never mind, don’t care, not the point anyway. Once it is done I can move onto something more interesting.
I see Putin has taken a very hard line on this in an effort to protect banking in Russia. On one hand, good for banking, but very hard on the TRA people there as it will inevitably mean a lot of hardship for them.
Rooting for Burkina Faso as they strive to improve their economy.
I am still not going to post a pic of the new piece, it has a title but I will release it with the story this time.
Not surprisingly, another nasty gormless little oik was mis-managing the project, so I am back to wondering whether to bother trying to go back to work given that nobody has seen fit to offer me any opportunities since I retired from my first career.
Very tiresome, but it doesn’t ever seem to change. I suppose I should be glad that I am still seen as such a threat to stupid little boys.
Halfway through Dylan’s hair now, it is going well but extremely boring.
Basically if you want to get ahead the answer is to be as oily and lazy as possible. I see from Twitter that work is not respected at all now. Grafters get booted as fast as possible in favour of more fakers who get ahead by stabbing other people.
Don’t really want to participate in any more of this, it is boring now. I actually laughed at this one because it was so transparent.
Few more days and Dylan’s paint job will commence, it is going to take a while this time as so far it is reasonably good. Papier mache is much better to work with than latex.
I am going to start applying the shell to Little Shiva, it has waited long enough and I am sure Little Shiva is bored of waiting. I certainly am sick of having half finished work knocking around and I am tired of not getting anywhere with anything.
So this week changed everything again. On Monday I was looking for my next contract, having just finished the last one and thinking I did not particularly want to or have to return to the workplace, by Friday I had completed my training in Westminster and was heading back up to start work on Saturday morning.
As you can imagine, life with pace like this is very stressful at times, but at least it is not dull. I now have to spend the next few months scouring the market for a development on this, but today was my highest earning day ever despite only working half a day. I don’t feel nearly as triumphant about this as you would expect, I just feel a bit vindicated for the other two times I was a reasonably good earner, 1995 and 2007.
In 1995 my career at this time was somewhat scuppered by being told that I was not entitled to have children or any kind of life by my drunken sister, who then proceeded to lie to absolutely everybody about it. My mother eventually understood that she had accepted this as fact out of sheer badness. What I was supposed to do, apparently, was display my unselfishnes by taking care of my parents because my siblings would not do anything for them, which turned out to be true.
Even after this I still managed to have a short period as a stately home/very high end caterer and thus ended my period of travel on a high note, then using the lack of mobility in terms of geography to go back to studying after rediscovering my brain during an accounting course. Despite never feeling particularly successful, I realised some years later that I had made the best out of a very pieced together career and had quite a bit of management skill nobody seemed to want, mainly because people are stupid and transferable skills are out of fashion when there are too many employees for the number of jobs available, when the economy is extremely wasteful and when the priority is a lazy dude who wears a suit and preferably plays golf, always a preferred candidate.
During the study period my parents did not in fact need much in the way of help, I did the garden and the decorating and apart from that paid for quite a bit of the repairs and maintenance, which was of course denied by the family because why would I do that? I did, however end my social life pretty much when I ended my university life as it would have disturbed my father, who by then was sleeping downstairs.
The second period of being a half decent earner was when my father was in hospice care and I was working three jobs, corporate research, government research and banking into the wee hours. The latter contract ended when the banks went to the high court to stop paying banking charges back to customers, the day after this my mother had a stroke. I was relieved that I had been cautious enough to maintain three incomes as our lives did not have to change terribly much, also thanks to my very helpful boyfriends at the time. I have been oddly fortunate in this respect, rough diamonds often come through for you at difficult times, unlike toxic siblings who do not.
The third period is now, apparently, and it is a relief that somebody somewhere appreciates the amount of work it has taken to create me. I will be spending the next few weeks establishing myself in the city from the relative comfort and distance of home.
London always ends up the same for me, I am very enthusiastic for about six hours, by the 50th I am desperate to leave. There are just far too many people. I have known two people who moved there, both of them ended up having to return due to nervous exhaustion. We may not have sufficiently talented politicians to have the same opportunities in Scotland, but we definitely do have a better quality of life and attitude to other people.
On another topic, the cement mixer arrived for Dylan’s face today, so I have mixed the first batch of finishing coatings. I will also be making wigs for him, so that will be tremendous fun.
So I appear to have an Agatha Christie fan dissing my work. I do not write hackneyed mysteries, so I am not sure what I am supposed to take from this, but am thankful not to be involved with whatever codependency he thinks he has achieved. I now rather pity anyone who has to be on the receiving end of this level of disapproval day after day.
I asked his opinion of two titles for the Dylan Mulvaney story the other day, and his response was so disrespectful and rude that I immediately surmised that this was not a person I could rely on for a rational response, and frankly, having been through this for the last ten years with Twisty, I am just not interested in people who don’t create anything passing comment on work that I do not even charge for.
Some people like it, some don’t. The point is that, having been bullied extensively, the people that feature in my stories are not the ones who end up sitting in judgement.
I am however, a bit bothered by this tendency towards discourtesy and disrespect, mostly because this person was someone I formerly trusted enough to ask for a legal favour. This is perfectly customary in this country, but of course I had not considered that this person is not from this country. Silly me.
Anyway, in my usual Pollyanna way, I have to be pleased that I did not know this person well enough to know that he seems to be a bit psychotic when he thinks he has a way in to needle you, so not for the first time, lucky escape. I do try to think positively of people, but apparently I am not to get the option of doing so this time. That shop was an emotional lifeline for almost three entirely fake years.
Bad luck, old chap. The last in a long line of men who think they can take the fucking piss. Book on the way. Stories for an Even More Ignorant Man.
Well, as you can see if you made it here, the new site is now up, not completely finished with it yet, but reasonably happy.
We now have a security certificate, so your old links may not work as we are now https.
Invited to submit some items for an international art show, probably won’t do it this time but great.
Now that I can again modify my own website (which I was unable to do due to the host no longer working with the old builder) I can get the work competed.
Dylan’s head going well, working on his ears at the moment which is probably as difficult as the entire face.
Think the site is a bit of an improvement, can let me know what you think.
So I am a bit more interested in work at the moment and have been looking into some new projects. Nothing is really grabbing me apart from video. I need to update my editing skills as I havent really done much since Second Life machinima.
I am aware that I need to finish Joy is Power before Ina’s next iteration, however the combination of meeting Bawbag, Boris exposing himself, being unwell and life in general, without an audience there isn’t much point in being Ina, and I tend to get alarmed if the audience is more than about forty people as I really don’t like attention that much.
Dylan’s head is going very well, will be mixing the putty for his face as soon as I get a food processor.
Very interesting contract just completed, looking at the effects of Bawbag’s business empire and talking to more criminals. Moving on and hopefully up now.
I see the head loony has been on the site numerous times hoping for a reaction. Go and talk to the police again, there’s a good nutjob. Then please return to Spain and preferably fall off your yacht and spare us all any more of your drivel.
it is interesting that this is a battle between a generation who avoided crappy gender stereotypes and a generation so narrow minded that they are happy to sterilise themselves to maintain them.
Ina Disguise
Late Boomers and the entirety of Gen X will recognise these images. The screaming Trans activists, many of whom had parents of this age, may not, or may pretend not to because it doesn’t suit the narrative.
Everyone at some point has felt the previous generations do not understand them, however usually it is because they want to widen their perspective, not so that they can roleplay stereotypes that the previous generation chose to reject.
This is an interesting time, because Trans Activists are fighting for the right to sterilise themselves, have less pleasant sex, often in the name of a very limited idea of what the desired gender actually means.
Transwomen, in particular, unless they are Caitlyn Jenner, are volunteering for a role in which their work is worth less money, they do not get listened to or taken seriously, unless they are very lucky the sex isn’t as instantly gratifying and they are less safe than they were before they bothered lopping their bits off.
In addition, they have to stay on medication for the rest of their lives, and the side effects have been documented by the many detransitioners who say they wish they had never bothered.
Their ideas about wanting to roleplay another body are not medically challenged for some reason. Instead we have this constant noise about forcing everyone else to play along with whatever a complete stranger wants, regardless of obscurity.
Of course they have their fans,
This intellectual weakling is harassing Joanna Cherry, senior politician, on the grounds of being an old hag. She is two years older than him.
What he means is that she spoke, he didn’t like it, therefore she should not speak again. I imagine that transwomen must find this element of roleplaying a woman particularly difficult, and once they have had bottom surgery, cannot even run to the loo to relieve the stress.
Then we have the child abusing parents who want to trans their children, involving sterilising them and mutilating them, since puberty blockers prevent them forming sufficient genitalia for the all important yet inferior genitals to be rebuilt. These children cannot consent to this because they are children.
There is no two ways about it, if you accept child transition, you make a statement that children can consent, if you establish that children can consent, you put them at risk from predatory adults.
As previously mentioned, the UN have already issued a document suggesting that children can consent. The chemical companies are happy to provide you with medicine to mutilate and sterilise your children. There are already people making bank punting the idea of transing your kids on social media.
Helen Joyce has some very interesting things to say. If interested, you should watch this.
The idea that you should self harm rather than learn self acceptance, particularly at a vulnerable age, is insane to Generation X, who were concerned with not needing validation, revelled in their individualism, rejected labels and were keen to accept other’s differences.
It goes with the rest of our snowflake ideas that if you are ugly, you wear an interesting hat and keep on dancing, so to speak, so the idea of chopping bits off to fit in with a social or imaginary sexual norm makes no sense to most of us. The lovely thing about being forced to physically meet people to socialise is that it doesn’t matter if you’re dancing with the spotty quiet dude as long as you are dancing. This made life consist of more personal challenges and rewards than sitting waiting for someone to tap like on your crappy little post.
As I have said before, I could probably be considered trans if I was a complete asshole with no self esteem.
As it is I am not at all unhappy with my gigantic breasts and men’s clothes, I just prefer hanging around with dudes and doing dude stuff, basically. I don’t need the embellishment of makeup and frills even at my advanced age. I’m quite clearly a fun tomboy chick.
Some of the arguments I have encountered from trans people would find this wholly shocking. I would obviously have financially benefitted from not being female, but I wanted to have a family. (didn’t, but that was because my protective streak far outstripped my selfish nurturing streak and we were in constant danger from my lunatic siblings)
Beyond the mistaken and irritating SJWs, who apparently haven’t thought about the stupidity of self immolation for fashion, we have the more sinister misogynists, who have successfully destroyed women’s sport, which is now Trans sport and no longer exists, and the sabotage of the crime statistics, which thanks to Wings Over Scotland, was the first major red flag that forced my hand on this. I didn’t used to bother with his posts because I was considering the weighty matter of how to make Scotland work without influence, now I find we agree on quite a few things. As someone who worked extensively in research, I object most strongly to male crime being reallocated to female crime because a rapist decided he wanted to carry on raping and was a woman for the purposes of accessing a female jail.
Female prisoners matter, just like the women of Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran and several countries in Africa matter. Until we have achieved parity for all of these, we should not and must not give any quarter to a social group – trans activists – obsessed with infiltrating women’s space, asserting female roles that in many cases no longer exist and shouting women down.
Anyone who knows me will tell you I have never been particularly interested in gender movements. I’m interested in cultural shifts. This particular shift threatens children, as I have demonstrated, and women. Forgive me if I couldnt care less if you woke up this morning and decided you were transmasc or transfem. Fuck off and put on a football shirt and don’t expect anyone to read your mind.
Finally let us talk about the effects on the LGB community, who are looking more likely than ever to return to the LGBW fold. Being trans is not a substitute for being gay. The sex isn’t likely to be nearly as good, for one thing, and as Joyce notes, you can see differences in bran scans with gay people that do not exist in trans people.
Looking at the example of Dylan Mulvaney, you can see the delight that some more religious communities will have in simply replacing gay conversion therapy, which we should by now have agreed is very wrong and damaging, with transing the poor gay person to suit whichever God you happen to believe in.
It is NOT OK. It is not something that my generation is likely ever to consider OK unless the individuals concerned are totally stupid, and yes, many people are.
There is a very small number of people, three of whom I have personally known, who benefit from transition. They are not the Dylan Mulvaneys of this world and the transition is not about being validated or demanding attention. Quite the reverse, and if this is your motivation, you are quite simply wrong to even consider it.
Give the very gay catholic Dylan all the money in the world, it won’t make it a good idea for him to chop his penis off and sterilise himself. It will not make it a good idea to blast him to the moon and influence children to chop themselves up or sterilise themselves. It is not a kindness to pander to his lie.
Enough already. It is about time Gen X spoke up before it is too late for Dylan and too late for these children.
No more stereotypes, labels and no more bad sex and side effects. Down with transition for 99 percent of patients and none before the age of consent.
Right so we have a nice big fat head for Dylan, it will take a bit of time to achieve the figure of eight square that is his unusual head shape, then I can sculpt in his features. He doesn’t seem to have eaten much in the last six months, so I am wondering if a puppet might be a better approach since I have no intentions of being ‘three melons on a stick’ again and at my age I imagine I would look a bit like a burst balloon if i tried this for a third time. I have been down to 95lb a couple of times and I did not find the only getting to eat twice a week/constant running thing much fun.
Men are not the reason people do this crap to themselves, they are fine with me at any size, it is women that do this to each other
In terms of health, this week I have taken a break from supermix and I think it was the right idea, weight on solid foods is stable, the next phase is to up the water consumption and regard supermix as the heaviest thing I eat, which makes a significant difference to appearance.
Most of the self repair seems to have been on my face thus far, I am thinking cycling is probably the main push this time, since walking and swimming the last time took up rather a lot of my day and failed to repair the lymph nodes in my leg the last time. I did try asking a GP about this, and the response was so ignorant that I have to find the best way to approach this myself, I have had quite dramatic responses from the legs using lymphatic drainage massages I have learnt about, but it does seem a bit time consuming to be sitting stroking your knees for extended periods of time and not very interesting.
I am sure some women would enjoy this extensive self care, but I would rather be actually doing something or solving a problem.
Apologies to Dylan, I learnt the other night that he is a gay Catholic, not a gay Mormon, so I will modify the lyrics. He was apparently starring in some Mormon theatre when his Mormon pics were taken. Lookswise, he is, like me, a little bit semite looking.
The giant mouth with extended upper lip is a big feature this time, Boris had much nicer lips. Dylan’s brows are a little bit surgery related so it will be interesting how that sculpts.
I will be mixing some of the sculpting material using a food processor. I dont really want the painterly effect i got on Boris, I want more of a china doll, puppet effect this time, so this will be interesting.
In the event we are going for a stick puppet, I will perhaps visit the puppet school to deal with stringing him. A puppet would be a good approach to this project.
In the meantime, we have to amass a lot of genitalia. This is a lot of work.
Anyway, as I said it involves a lot of drying time, so if we are lucky I will be able to draw out his features at the end of next week and start work on a crude rendition of his face. I do have a good idea how to get the limbs to work properly so this shouldnt be a problem.
Then there is the issue of the clothing, which I think I might make as it will be cheaper.
Ina has a new hoodie coming shortly. I havent named this project yet as I have to finish Joy is Power before I launch Dylan, so I have given myself a bit of a deadline.
About forty or so paintings to work on very shortly, but this was a personal challenge, so will not take very long. More interested in launching my health project, which has been pending for a few years due to illness/death.
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