Don't dream it... be it
We live in uncertain times. Back in 2015, the so-called “year of trans”, transgender people including myself were finally becoming more accepted by society. So much so that those who’d previously been frightened of presenting in their true gender began to come out of the closet. Referals to gender clinics soared. Fast-forward to 2017, it’s all going wrong and, Jenni Murray, you’re not helping. [Read more…]
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…]
I’ve now told my most of my friends about being transgender and, with the odd exception, it’s all gone swimmingly. People, male and female, have been completely accepting and really suportive – I have amazing friends. But telling family? That’s a different story…
Well, this is interesting. Since posting my Transgender TERF war! post on Friday, things have got a little crazy with this silly little blog of mine.
Lunchtime, and I was meeting up with Katie, a friend I’ve known for the past five years. Time to tell her about my trans side. She’s super-socialist, fabulously feminist and very opinionated. What could possibly go wrong?!
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.
Whether you’re a once-a-month crossdresser or a bona-fide transwoman, we all love dressing in a feminine manner. But the ravages of testosterone mean our bodies aren’t as curvy as those of our cisgender sisters – and that means women’s clothes don’t hang so well from male frames. Fortunately, help is at hand. [Read more…]
… or WARDROBE as we say in the good old UK. Closet indeed. So, the other day, during probably the crappiest period of my life, I said the only way is up – and now I’m on the rise. I’ve spent the entire day sorting out my clothes. And there aren’t many male ones left. [Read more…]
I know I sound like I’m constantly whinging about how unhappy I am of late – and I’m sorry to my lovely band of readers for that. But I do find it cathartic to write things down and, hey, the only way is up now, right? [Read more…]
I have no idea what this post is going to be about. It could be beautiful, it could be fucking awful. I’m pissed! [Read more…]