#Jhie

[portifolioaethra]

Name: Jhielat Age: 18 Height: 1.74 Weight: 52

Sewing man    Skillful Dressmaker He learned this skill from his mother and since then has developed it a lot, creating a taste for creating the most different and striking pieces with vibrant colors. Many people are surprised by the boldness, and that is what ends up enchanting everyone.

Drag A lifestyle that he discovered and explored further as he matured, it came about as naturally as it could, especially as he created vibrant new clothes. Nobody can understand his choice, but at least a few respects it and use the chosen names, whether Jhie or Jhil.

Caregiver The first person he felt the urge and need to take care of was his mother, specifically doing her work both inside and outside the house, but after time Jhielat realized he liked to help those in need as he could, especially those who are alone and have no one, so he helps people on the street with food and clean clothes.

Story The beautiful and lovely Elis worked as a maid for the Pellow family, specifically for the lady of the house, when she became pregnant with her first child. She would prepare the madam's teas, sort the clothes she would wear, and do all her skin and hair care in the morning, Elis was always very capricious and this led her to be very successful at this job.

In her free time, Elis liked to stroll through the market in Aera, a place so lively and full of people. It was there that she met and became involved with a simple merchant, but who won her heart, eventually their love begot a son, a boy they named Jhielat.

The Pellow family allowed the mother to bring her son to care as long as it did not interfere with her activities, so Elis worked even harder to handle all her duties as maid and a mother, which was not easy at all, especially since she also needed to continue fulfilling her role as a wife when she was with her husband, who proved to be a rather absent father to Jhielat. With time and his growth, Jhie realized the difficulties his mother faced and began to help her as he could, so he learned many feminine skills, especially sewing and how to cater to his father's whims. Anyway, Elis was happy to be able to count on her son.

Well, everything was working perfectly with that dynamic between mother and son, but as in every story there are ups and downs, it finally happened... Finally, after so long being just a burden to his family, the merchant, the boy's father, said he was leaving on a business trip and that he didn't know when he would return. Nevertheless, Elis was sad and Jhielat was sad for his mother and eventually worried, for that sadness was much deeper than anyone could have imagined.

Elis began to make mistakes in her service and the Pellow’s were forced to scold her for the first time in so long a service; she no longer felt like going out for walks with her son in her spare time and all she wanted to do was stay in bed, even to the point of not wanting to eat anymore. Jhielat was still young, but he was old enough to understand what was going on and was taking his mother's place in almost everything, except for the Pellow’s service, because the family insisted on a woman as a maid, but even here Jhielat made sure to help his dear mother.

One night when Elis was in a deep sleep, Jhie went into her room and got some clothes and some make-up, went to the bathroom where he had his own sewing kit waiting for him and made a transformation in himself so that he could go to the Pellow's in his mother's place. When she saw her son in those clothes and with that make-up something seemed to have changed in the woman, she asked how Jhielat was feeling, and he stated that he was doing very well, although he hadn't thought much about it, and also that she could stay home. Elis was afraid, but even though she had just woken up, she had no energy to argue with her son, so she just went back to her room in silence.

Jhielat then left the house dressed as never before and noticed that many people were looking at him, some men were smiling maliciously too, and this made him run to his destination. When he got there, he introduced himself as a "friend" of Elis and changed his name to Jhil. Madam Pellow didn't exactly seem convinced, but she let it be and began to explain the service, in which Jhil had no problem performing. Conversation back and forth, Madam Pellow asked directly if Jhil was Elis' son, and although he tried to deny it at first, he eventually could not resist the pressure that woman put on him. With that, the madam stated that Elis was fired and neither she nor Jhielat could return there.

Unable to believe that things had gone so wrong, Jhielat had no choice but to follow the guards out and return home, but nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting for him at home.

There were many things lying on the floor anyway, one window was broken, and the curtains were torn. Jhielat was startled and ran to find his mother in the bedroom. There were many clothes scattered everywhere and Elis was lying on the bed, crying in the middle of the mess. The boy soon concluded that his mother was physically fine, but clearly emotionally exhausted, and that was why he couldn't talk about what had happened in the Pellow’s, but he didn't need to, because Elis had already imagined what would happen. She apologized to her son and promised that they would change their lives together, Jhielat didn't know what she was referring to, but would do anything for his mother to be well again.

Some time passed, there was going to be a big ball organized by the Guilda das Nuvens and all the best seamstresses were terribly busy with orders, so no one accepted the request of madam Pellow, who by that time was a nervous wreck and completely rabid with that ilk. Usually her maid’s sewing skills were perfect for solving that case, but they hadn't seen each other in a long time, and since then they hadn't found another as capable as Elis was.

Madam Pellow was wailing and squalling in her carriage when she came across two familiar figures passing by, none other than Elis and Jhielat, both carrying baskets full of sewing materials and flowers. The madam wasted no time in calling them over to talk, she asked what they were doing with all that stuff as if Elis still owed her answers, but the woman was refreshed and back to her usual kindness, so she explained that they had started a couture store, both for small services and to sell and rent amazing clothes.

Not very happy with that outcome, but with no other way out, madam. Pellow asked to visit their space and had to admit it was all very well done and tasteful, so she explained her situation and how she would like Elis and Jhielat to take care of her dress. Elis agreed to do so as long as the madame accepted Jhie with her at the ball, and what other choice would the Pellow have? So Jhie gained an entry to the big event and decided that he would go as Jhil, to which Elis agreed and helped get him ready as he wanted.

Something that had at first been to help his mother turned out to be a very active lifestyle for Jhielat, who enjoyed being Jhie one hour and Jhil the next. Anyway, on the day of the event, Jhil looked amazing in the make-up and dress that had been lovingly prepared for him, Mr. Pellow himself did not recognize Jhielat and complimented him, receiving a glare from the madam and laughter from his children. To tell the truth, no one at the party recognized Jhielat and everyone wondered who this simply formidable person was, but madam Pellow made sure to tell everyone how strange and vexing a man who liked to dress like a woman was, and the evil looks made him want to go home early, but two curious young men, free of those prejudices, stopped him immediately.

Prithwi and Darwic, always inseparable in their youth, called Jhil over to party some more and, to Jhil's surprise, brought him into a group that included the young Pellow, Cherietey and her younger brother. Cherry was surprised, but happy, that Jhil had joined them, and all together they were able to enjoy the party much more.

From then on everyone knew who Jhielat, Elis' son, was. This did not interfere much with their sewing, especially among the ladies of the nobility, but the men began to get bolder and bolder, for it was no longer just looks and smiles, they poured out indiscreet compliments and some greeted with an intimacy they should not have. Jhie tried to deal with this as best he could, but at no time did he find anyone who respected who he was, at most his sewing and creativity. The friends he made at that party? Too busy to ever see each other again, especially with the Pellow family, as madam Pellow did not want her children mixing with "that guy".

The lifestyle he chose would not be easy, and Jhielat knew that, but he was not going to give up; Elis understood and would give her son all the support she could: she is very grateful that he took such good care of her when no one else did and that was the least she could do. However, Jhielat still expected more from life, he still hoped that the day would come when they would accept his choice and see it as something normal to be respected. Created by Niphie.

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[unmarketableplushy]

you wanna make out with me soooo bad

You wanna give me 1000 dollars sooo bad

[miusku]

a messy doodle on my phone of sam 🧡💛💖❤️

[frenchraisins]

Congratulations to our Father’s Day giveaway winners! P500 GCash Winner: 📍Richel Pinca P300 GCash (2 Winners): 📍Jenny Labutap 📍Jhie Alcantara Viñas P200 GCash (2 Winners): 📍Cheng Broquiza 📍Aileen May Nuñez P100 GCash (5 Winners): 📍Gene Rose Evangelista Espedes 📍Angie Mariano 📍Rhisa Cajegas 📍Nerissa de Leon 📍Janine Arabit Thank you for always supporting us! @papajomsi @revalcatamacir @deardad_ph @dadonthemoveph #dadonthemoveph #ivankhristravels #dadblog #dadblogger #daddyblogger #gratitude #thankyou (at Metro Manila) https://www.instagram.com/p/CRWN7UTr_ui/?utm_medium=tumblr

[jclaluna]

I want you, 2019.

Yes, I do. I never felt like I lived the way I wanted it to be. It has always been living in fear. Attending the mass last Traslacion made me realize I wasn't getting any younger, and I need to put my shit together. I have to have a plan because I don't want to have regrets. Have you ever felt that you're free to do whatever you want but with limitations? With fear that It won't work, or it will fail. Yes, I've been living in the same fear for the past years. But sitting here in the couch makes me think and feel Im so tired of this shit and drama. I have to pull myself together. I have to have a plan. And I have to make the plan work. I have to learn to say no, to let go, to love myself, and to choose what's best for me. I grew tired of insisting what needs to be done. This time, I will lay it all down to God's plan cause I trust His plans, and I know I will never be hurt if its according to His will.

Thanking all the people who stayed with me last 2018, those people who loved and cared for me unconditionally. ❤️

Sabi nga nila "Sana kapag pwede na, pwede pa." Kaya I believe, hindi pa huli lahat. I can do this Lord. I know I can cause I got you. ❤️

JC, Jhie, Kaya natin to. Aja! 🙌

Love,

[6-of-november]

The word bourge (idk how to spell slang, it's pronounced 'boo-jhie') is depressing

Like, it's short for bourgeoisie, if used in a sentence, it's like "this (noun) is so bourge" but really that's "this (noun) is nice/desirable bc it's price/quality restricts it to the bourgeoisie."

Now the depressing part, the bourgeoisie refers to middle/upper-middle class who pretend to be rich elites.

No the sentence is, "this (noun) is so nice/desirable bc it's price/quality restricts access to it to the middle-class folks living beyond their means in a bundle of pomp while I know I probably won't ever aquire that level of wealth to squander"

It's depressing to compare the American dream or the falsehoods of the hard-work paradigm with reality, I can be excellent at my job & never see a promotion. I can be a genius in academia & will probably spend my life never fully utilizing that degree. I can hustle, I can grind, but it'd take: mild tax evasion, savvy insider trading, & 7 successful bank robberies a year to earn a middle class income if you had a min wage 9-5.

:(

[howiebdayproject]

(Jhie by e-mail 💜)

[planetransgender]

A Trans man and a Trans woman and murdered in the Philippines

A Trans man and a Trans woman and murdered in the Philippines

Three days after going missing, Ebeng Mayor, a non-binary trans person, was found dead, bloodied, and bruised, with a wooden stick impaled in their genitals. It was believed that they were raped before being killed. Another victim, transgender woman Jhie Bangkiao, was found naked with a bloodied head in a cemetery. Both members of the transgender community were found brutally murdered, a few days…

[mcvooutsourcingservicescompany]

To our very hard-working and talented digital marketing expert, Ate Jhie, HAPPY, HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Thank you for sharing your expertise with MCVO Talent Resources! We appreciate everything that you do, especially your crucial role in the company's marketing efforts. May your birthday be the start of a year filled with good luck, good health, and happiness! 🎉🎉🎉

[antusheng]

#hermes #hermeskelly #kelly #kellypochette #hermesalligat or #hermesrosescheherazada #hermesexotic #hermeslover #hermescollector #hermesjapan #hermeshongkong #ootd # hermesbag #kellybag #luxury #luxurybag #fashionbag #fash ion #fashionista #fashiongram #fashionphotography #streetfgvv https://www.instagram.com/p/CD8C8f-jhiE/?igshid=ap69c01vbr62

[thejhiespot]

I just added this listing on Poshmark: Meet your Posher, Jhie.

[itscaliforniafeelings]

White Point Beach, Long Beach, California by Jhie