Don't dream it... be it
Well, I left the last post on something of a cliffhanger, didn’t I? I’d sent my parents the letter announcing that I’m transgender but, at the time of of writing that post, I was getting anxious as I’d had no reply. I needn’t have worried. All was fine – all is fine. Here’s how things unfolded.
bWell, telling people I’m trans is getting easier and easier. I told another lady at Slimming World – and showed her a couple of photos on my phone. It was as easy as saying “Ooooh, I’ve just got back from Greece – here’s a picture of me on the beach!” She was so positive and said I looked so happy. So why is it so hard to tell your parents?!
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, today was the day I’ve been counting down to since September 7, 2015 – my first appointment at Nottingham Gender Clinic (or whatever it’s been rebranded to this week). It was quite a day – it had its ups and its downs, and now I feel utterly exhausted.
So after a really crappy 2016 and start to 2017 (relationship break-up, will-they-won’t-they-get-back-together situation, no-they-won’t situation and finally getting over my ex) I’ve felt really happy this past couple of weeks. And that’s due in no small part due to a certain someone.
Over the past few weeks, I’ve started using Andie more as my preferred first name – and Andy much less. Add this to my non-binary Mx title, I really feel sorry for my postman!
Well, I was feeling pretty sorry for myself when I wrote my last blog entry – but I’m feeling really, really happy right now. Everything’s awesome – and here’s why.
Well, something had to give. Ballet class this morning was a complete nightmare – and it had been in the post for a while now.
Have you got Faceapp yet? This is an app that tweaks your face to make you look older or younger – or even change your gender. And as a trans person, I’m a little bit in love with it! [Read more…]
People keep calling me “Sir” – and “Mate”, and “Chap”. They always have, and I’ve never really had an issue with it before. But I really don’t like it anymore. In fact, I hate it. Please stop! [Read more…]