Yesterday was like Christmas for grown-ups. I woke up like a kid on Christmas morning, so excited about seeing England in the World Cup Quarter-Final (OMG, what a football match!) But, like a transphobic relative on Christmas Day, there had to be someone to spoil it, didn’t there? Enter the TERFs.
I’ve written on here before about how supportive my dad was when I came out to him and my mum back in the summer. Since then, me being trans has rarely been mentioned by either of them. But we had a little progress yesterday. [Read more…]
I wrote on here a few weeks back how happy I was that Annie’s mum had invited me to her local hen night, her hen weekend in Leeds and her wedding – with a place on the top table, no less. Now it seems she’s not the trans ally I thought she was.
I’ve always viewed being transgender as a massive positive – and one reason is that being this way presents you with opportunities that you just wouldn’t get otherwise. Such as spending a day with some of the best ballet dancers in the country.