Don't dream it... be it
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…]
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…]
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…]
What is a girl to do when she’s flat chested – and even the dinky AA-cup bras are too big? Well, try an AAA-cup, of course. Or even, these days, an AAAA-cup. It’s time to investigate what’s out there! [Read more…]
After dressing up to the nines on New Year’s Eve – and actually doing a pretty good job of my cosmetics – I’ve decided that I want to learn more about the mysterious arts of makeup – and so I’m inviting a professional beautician to my house, plus several of my girl friends, for a party! [Read more…]
Well, the blog’s been up and about for well over a year now – and so I thought I’d give it a bit of a spring clean and install a new WordPress theme. Hope you like it.
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.
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.
So after my previous two posts on sexuality, I thought I’d better finish the story here with tales of my failed sexual exploits with transgender people.