Every now and then, you meet someone who you really like – and you wonder if maybe there is something in the “everything happens for a reason” fate theory after all. I met someone through my work – and she’s turned out to be a brilliant trans ally and friend.
It’s time to move on. Annie and I have not been getting on too well of late, putting it mildly. But instead of getting bitter and full of rage, I’m going to reflect on a few positives from the whole relationship and its aftermath.
I began writing this post many months ago (I didn’t get past the headline) and I still don’t really have a definitive answer about whether I’m really non-binary or whether I’m kidding myself. Hopefully writing this will give me some clarity.
So, so much has changed in the past week, since my first gender clinic appointment. As well as telling more male friends about me, I’ve been to dinner at a busy restaurant “en femme” and re-evaluated where I’m going with all of this. I’ve evolved. A lot.
Well, I say first picture – that’s not strictly true. I took a few with my old 35mm camera back in the late 1980s. But this is my first facial picture on the blog, and it follows my makeup party. Hope you like it. [Read more…]
Rod Stewart song title – seems appropriate as Georgie’s a big fan – she never did have any taste in music. So it’s all over now – not a shred of hope left anymore, counselling tried and failed. I’ve lost my partner and my best friend – and all because I’m transgender. [Read more…]
Some of my most recent posts have been about how important it is that trans (mtf) people tell their girl friends – so that the journey can be shared, and the whole process becomes a celebration rather than a burden or a secret. But what about telling men? I’m up to three now – but it’s a lot harder than telling the girls. Why?! [Read more…]
In my previous post, “To my very special friends, I love you“, I wrote about my amazing friends and why I love them. The post told of me confiding in student pals when I was still figuring out what was going on with my gender over two decades ago – and telling more and more friends over the past year or so – even a couple of blokes!
“No man is an island,” wrote the poet John Donne almost 300 years ago. OK, he left women and non-binary people out of the equation, but these were “different times” and “no man, woman or non-binary person is an island” doesn’t scan so well.