Well, something had to give. Ballet class this morning was a complete nightmare – and it had been in the post for a while now.
Question Time faux pas and ballet grand pas
Well, what an eventful 24 hours it’s been – a #bbcqt faux pas on Twitter, my best ballet lesson for months (if not ever) and coming out to someone who not only knows what a TERF is but has certain sympathies with them.
Ballet buns for budding ballerinas
One of the best things about this whole trans journey is the fact that I discover amazing things along the way. In this case, I want to write about ballet buns for budding ballerinas (try saying that after a few beers, bourbons or Babychams) who just happen to be transgender. [Read more…]
All changement at ballet school
Well, I’ve just returned from my first ballet lesson for a month – and it’s all change at my lovely, local, little school of dance.
My first grade 1 ballet lesson
So, this is the third post of my trilogy today. I was going to post just one – but I can really prattle on, so thought I’d better “break it down”, to quote MC Hammer. As you do.
Back at the barre
No posts for seven weeks and then you get two at once. What’s that about buses? So, ballet. As I said in my last post, I desperately wanted to continue with it – and to get better at it. But I hated feeling out of my depth.
Middle-aged, transgender, ballerina?!
I’m 42, about to begin gender hormone therapy and have started ballet. So no mid-life crisis at all then.