Sexuality Part Deux
Brett Anderson, the frontman with indie-rockers Suede, once famously said that he was a “bisexual who’s never had a homosexual experience”.
Countdown to my first ballet exam
So before I got carried away writing about leotards and tights in my last post, I wrote that my first ballet exam is the month after next.
Life as a trans ballet dancer six months on…
I figured it was time to update the blog with how I’m doing in my ballet lessons, seeing as it’s now a little over six months since I began.
Sexuality and non-binary people
“How would you describe your sexuality?” I was asked this question at my local LGBT+ centre a couple of weeks ago, and I was a bit flummoxed. [Read more…]
What’s going on…
So it’s time for an update. Georgie and I finally made it to the counselling centre at our local LGBT+ centre and, to be fair, it went really well. We met a lovely woman, Suzanne, who took our details and gave us all the spiel about confidentiality and what-not.
Begin to Hope?
Before you read on, I confess to being a little under the influence of Mr Jack Daniel, of Tennessee. OK, more than a little. It’s 12.35am and the sour mash is doing its thing. I’ve been working all day and now I can’t work anymore. The alcohol rain has stopped play. I can still write, though. It’s all good.
Life, love and longing
So it’s now about four months since George and I split up. It was incredibly tough at first but then, as these things do, it got a little easier.
Long wait for first Nottingham GIC appointment
Crikey, ages since my last post. *Slaps own wrist* So I thought I’d better write an update. As you know, I was referred to Nottingham GIC on September 7 last year – so about 13 and a half months ago – and I’m still waiting.
Should I go through with this?
So a year ago, I began my journey towards what I hoped would see me taking estrogen, and testosterone blockers. And you all know what that means – lovely boobs (hooray!), a bigger bum (yay!), less body hair (bliss!) and everything else.
What (not one jot) a difference a year makes
Today, September 7th, is the one-year anniversary of my referral by my GP to Nottingham GIC, or Nottingham Centre for Gender Dysphoria as it’s called these days. I walked out of the doctors’ surgery feeling on top of the world – I’d finally taken the first step to becoming the real me. I’d never felt such excitement and optimism before. I was so happy.