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Jenny Hiloudaki
Jenny Hiloudaki (Greek: Τζένη Χειλουδάκη (born 21 February 1968) is a transgender Greek model and author.
Career
Hiloudaki was born in Sitia on the Greek island of Crete. As a child, Jenny’s original name was John, in honour of her deceased father who drowned at sea while trying to rescue a woman. At an early age, Jenny discovered that she was truly female and pursued her gender transition . She was able to obtain female hormones at the age of thirteen. Jenny was chosen to honour her sister, Eugenia, who hosted and aided their family when they moved to Athens.
Hiloudaki went on to complete sex reassignment surgery at Charing Cross Hospital when age twenty and later becameg one of the top models in Greece. Her high profile brought about scandal and gossip. During that time she also published her book Οι Άγγελοι Δεν Έχουν Φύλο (The Angels Have No Gender), which was also released as a comic book called JennyX. She was Greek Woman of the Year in 2000.
Later life
In 2005, she owned residences in Athens, Rhodes and Crete, where she ran a traditional tavern.
A year later, Jenny spoke with reporter Tatiana Stefanidou and complained that Sitians were accusing her of working as a prostitute and organising sexual orgies. They boycotted her restaurant, trying to drive her out of business. Jenny denied doing such things and claimed that the rumours were started out of prejudice; patrons of her cafe complained about even such minor things as the ambient music. Jenny also claimed that many rumours were started by a lesbian student who was attracted to Jenny and who decided to exact her revenge upon discovering that the feeling was not mutual.
Personal life
Her 1997 affair with District Attorney George Sakelaropoulos, who met her while trying to close her brothel in Rhodes, was quite notable.[citation needed] The affair is the only relationship of Hiloudaki that has been followed closely by the media. Greek society was shocked until the couple broke up and Sakelaropoulos returned to his previous family.
She lives with her two cats — a Siamese named Leo, a Turkish Angora named Snow White — and a bird named Kitsos. In her spare time, she enjoys collecting antiques and Swatch watches,
Copy -> pasting stuff from wikipedia everytime someone says first doesn’t make you any less of a spammer than them. Stop. Really, its getting old.
It was my understanding that that was the standard response. Paws4thot had been generally taking care of that responsibility, but while he was gone I stepped in. Spam has got nothing to do with it, since nobody is trying to sell anything. Saying first is more in the line of troll behavior. I have no particular investment in doing this, nor do I have any particular desire to see the practice stop. Since this item had to do with breast enhancement, I thought that an article on a transgendered model was particularly apropos. But I’m willing to go with whatever popular sentiment happens to be.
I’m generally in favour of this response, but it’s so much better when the info has some relation to the post.
It has seemed to reduce the joy of firsting; and I, for one, enjoy the choice of subject matter displayed by the poster. It’s not spam, and there is thought and work put into it. It is a non-personal reminder to the firster that they should try a little harder.
Thought and work? It’s copy and pasting, and I don’t see how it is not spam.
The original reasoning behind the Ordinal Post Rule was that, since the posting of “First” was pointless, the pointlessness could be negated if you learnt something!
Elegant!
I doubt most people actually read the long copy and pasted columns, I know I don’t.
*sigh* If you want to be a geek, you need to go the extra distance…
I do.
I find the ones posted at this site to be interesting, informative, intelligent, and fun.
So you guys were also geeks in high school? No wonder I feel so at home.
WHO’S POPULAR NOW? WE ARE!
Oh, yes! That’s why I have never had the slightest desire to attend a high school reunion and never will.
I put that sh!t behind me and got across the continent. If I could go farther, I would.
I have absolutely zero interest in high school reunions. Don’t actually understand what the the point is. If there was anyone I wanted to know something about, I would have kept in touch.
*shrugs*
Geek is chic!
These ads are all starting to run together.
It sound like this.
Like this.
but thats real, i saw it on i-am-bored. it uses condensed baby crying sounds :/
No need to go through a risky surgery. Have you ever wished you had bigger bre@ast? Tired of guys overlooking you and turning to your friends? Want a quick, easy solution? Just text: 333 and you’ll receive your new bre@st enhancement ringtone.
*imitating sale’s person, not talking from personal experience*
Well, saw a report about that on TV. They said it does work (which I doubt). It’s funny, but it is definitely NOT engrish.
I’m sorry, but could the original have really said “Breast Enhancement Ringtone”? That’s far more absurd than the hoax about popping popcorn with microwaves. A sound that makes breasts larger? The only one I know that does that is a baby’s cry, and then it’s the hormones and not the baby that cause the enlargement.
I meant popping popcorn with cell phones. It’s been a long and hectic day and my brain is fried. Oh, there’s my cell phone ring tone. I can feel my breasts getting larger! I guess I’ll have to stop off for a bra on my way home. Wonder if they keep 46A in stock?
You’re going to need a cross-training bra.
I don’t think I want to train my boobs to cross on their own. I think they should accompany me across the intersection.
Be careful not to cross your boobs! They could get stuck that way… I wish I’d listened to my mother…
Yeah, that can be dangerous resulting in a uniboob like the picture on “Good” a while back.
Except it looked awesome on her! From that angle.
Yes, but once she turns to face you, you have one sexy deformed female.
The let-down reflex doesn’t actually make breasts bigger – that’s already happened as the milk duct tissue proliferates during pregnancy – it gets the milk ready to flow when the baby (presumably the one that’s been heard crying) wants a feed.
Yes, I can say that I had noticed that the increase in breast size occurred during pregnancy and not nursing. Not that I actually spend much time looking at women’s boobs, of course. I’m just an observant natural scientist.
Then you’ve never taken a gander at someone who’s engorged. Actually, that’s what the appearance of cosmetic surgery does.
I never took a gander, but I have been known to take a goose.
I will jump in to the conversation. Dr. Handle, even though boobs do grow during pregnancy because the duct tissue makes way for the milk. When someone is engorged, like bluejade said, they grow even more. This can be reduced again, by letting the milk come out.
When my first son was 3months old, my husband and I took a vacation to Las Vegas and my mom watched the baby. I was a nursing mother. Since at night I didn’t have anybody to wake me to give milk, my breast would engorge and would become HUGE. I would wake up at 4 or 5am with and uncomfortable feeling of something painful and heavy on top of me (my boobs). Luckily for me, I did bring my breast pump with me and would get that taken care of. It was not fun having them like that.
I have that ringtone. Got it b/c I thought it would be funny if anyone asked what my ringtone was. Supposedly it only works if you listen to it 20 times a day. Not sure…but I’ve had fun telling people about it.
Well, apparently lots of guys buy that Enzyte stuff, thinking it will make them bigger (if they didn’t, the commercials still wouldn’t be on after these years now), so I guess P.T. Barnum was right. There’s a sucker born every minute. Of course, in reference to breast enhancement, perhaps “sucker” is the wrong word to use…
I feel a disturbance in the force, as if a horrible pun is about to be made.
It seems that P. T. Barnum is alive and well and can be found online these days.
So if there’s a breast enhancement ringtone, what about a breast reduction ringtone? That’s actually more serious and complicated surgery. There could be a lot of money in this; it would be convenient if you could change between the two, for example, if I want to go out for dinner tonight in my LBD, I’ll listen to my enhancement ringtone – shoobydoobydo (or whatever it is) and the chest enhances to a dress-filling cleavage-producing size. Next morning it’s time to hit the gym, so I listen to the reduction ringtone (deedledeedledee) and they diminish back to a modest A-cup that won’t get in the way of push-ups or waggle about in an unseemly fashion on the treadmill. We should start a company, and begin research immediately. Who’s in?
Sounds like a winner! It would be great for exotic dancers who need that DDD by night but by day want to avoid the backaches.
I’m visualizing something involving valves and a pump.
Inflataboob.
Didn’t the Mythbusters test an inflatable bra for exploding-on-board-an-airliner-at-high-altitude? From memory, this involved one of them getting into their home-made pressure vessel wearing said bra to see if a drop in air pressure would make the inserts pop.
If they didn’t, they certainly should!
This is for real. Saw it on Manswers! If you listen to it like 20 times a day for a couple months it’ll actually add a few cm to your breast size! Nothing, huge, but it’s something. Hidden behind all the noises is the sound of a baby crying, which releases certain hormones, causing a woman’s breasts to grow slightly.
Kind of like how the sound of a whistling mortar round and the sounds of an explosion release adrenaline?
That’s not all that sound would release, if I’m around!
guys this is real. it does work. google it.
Right! Because you can always trust the internet!
/extreme sarcasm
Assuming you’re female, could you post your before-and-after pics so we can compare?
We need a double blind test – we need a group of ladeez who listen to the enhancement ringtone, and a group of ladeez who listen to a similar but not allegedly effective ringtone. Also a group of ladeez who do not make any effort to listen to ringtones at all. People assigning the ringtones and ladeez in the groups cannot be aware of who has what ringtone. Then we take measurements. Why do I have feeling that there would be no shortage of male scientists offering to take measurements?
Ladeez, are those some new brand of cheap women that could get you ‘lad’ with ‘eez’?
No, just the same old brand.
Well, they can make ringtones only kids can hear, and ringtones only dogs can hear, they were bound to do something like this. Why it wasn’t on the TOP of that list is the real problem.
How long before they release a ringtone that will make a gentleman’s member longer?
A gentleman’s member is always longing.
Longing for what?
Prunes. The prunes of longing.
In the Olden Days, we could ask the switchboard operator for an extension.
The exploding underwear was definitely a step in the wrong direction, guys. Gonna have to try a different tactic to get to those seventy-two virgins.
I did wonder about one thing: if he actually had pulled off his martyrdom, via exploding his underwear, what exactly was he planning to *do* with those virgins once he got to paradise with his, er, member dismembered? I am no scholar of Islam, I only know the bits that I learn from moderate Muslim colleagues, and I’m on leave so I can’t ask them.
I’m pretty sure they expect to be fully restored before they get to paradise.
Even if they give the guy a d!ck, there are a few crucial components missing… brain, sense of humor, benign disposition, that sort of thing. Can’t restore what wasn’t there.
But you have to admire the experimental approach involved. Let’s see, first we’ll try a shoe bomb. Nope, that doesn’t work because passengers get suspicious of crazy-looking dudes trying to give themselves a hotfoot on a plane. Okay, now the underwear bomb. Oh, drat, passengers get suspicious when guys fly out of their seats shrieking while sparks shoot out from their crotches. Who knew? Oh, well, back to the drawing board! But first let’s watch some Wile E. Coyote cartoons for suitable inspiration…
Well, don’t we expect the same? Otherwise heaven would be full of Zombies… If I remeber correctly, the church teaches that the soul will leave the body upon death. That leads me to deeper thoughts: does the soul have organs for reproduction?
Well, it’s probably best not to get me started on theological topics, since I can go on and on about such things (whaddya mean, I can go on and on about anything and nothing???), but it’s impossible to say what “the church” teaches, since there are many churches and many teachings. The Roman Catholic church has traditionally held the doctrine of the “resurrection of the body,” which in fact they still affirm in the Nicean Creed. Consequently, they traditionally discouraged practices such as cremation, since you needed a body to be resurrected. They have come to regard that not so literally these days. (The last time I got a Catholic priest to discuss that issue with me, he concluded by saying that he believes in the resurrection of the body, but doesn’t really know what that means.) Most Christian denominations have also traditionally affirmed that there is no secks in heaven, which has always seemed to me to be a contradiction in terms. In virtually all conventional religious thinking, the soul does not have organs of reproduction, since only God can make a soul. But mystical traditions in many religions have the concept of a sacred union of two souls to become one (but without a little baby soul as a result, and no tinfoil hats required).
Or maybe the point of blowing up his underwear is so that those 72 virgins actually stay virgins.
If I were one of the 72, and this was the general caliber of the company we were supposed to entertain, the choice would be clear. I’m gonna go party with the infidels. Where’s my accordion!?
And what was your name again?
Dang, I’m just no good at remembering names.
I did what?
Don’t remember that either…
There already was a sound that only boobs can hear. It’s “Does counsel wish to make an opening statement?”
I could hardly tell what was funny, since the person who posted the picture decided to post their entire desktop instead of just the picture.
There is a ringtone that makes the boobs bigger. To guys, it sounds like metal music trying to be played by N-Sync. Failure. To girls, they can hear a crying baby. If the girl listens to it 20 times a day, within 10 days, her boobs will gain 3cm. It may not seem like much, but thats just over a week.
I always found that closing time in bars caused women to gain a full cup size.
There ought to some way you could bottle that- oh,wait..
Enchantment? …Enchantment!
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Sorry, somebody had to
That’d be rather… interesting. Lol.
I don’t need bigger boobs. Trust me, oversize ta-tas are overrated. (OMG. TMI) *slinks out*
As someone who has watched 20-somethings with large boobs become 50-somethings with pendulums that hang to their knees if not confined to a bra (while, at the distinct risk of TMI, my wife’s smallish pair are as perky as ever), it certainly appears true that if you’re in for the long haul, bigger is not necessarily better.
Nowadays, you get what you pay for.
If you’re lucky.
Only thing left to do is blast this sound over PA systems in all public places all over the world. Could end one of two ways.
hah, you guys may laugh but after listening to this on repeat for 30 mins straight i went up a cup size, it might seem impossible but its not, the bloke who invented it must be a freakin genius!
the main problem was that i did this for a dare with no idea that it would work, i am now the unhappy owner of a 106cm chest :/
I have no clue how that would work O.o
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