Somewhere over the Rainbow…
… skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Don't dream it... be it
… skies are blue.
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
“Gentleman”, “he”, “his”, “Mr”. All pretty macho, eh? Apart from that last line maybe.
The AA used to refer to itself as the fourth emergency service. Last night, I had a little AA action myself, though no knights of the road were involved.
And that’s no exaggeration. Firstly, apologies for not writing for so long. “Real” life got in the way – and then I forgot my password. I’ve managed to retrieve it now.
Soooo, last night I paid my first visit to a transgender support group. It’s not my first-ever visit to a transgender group, though. About 20 years, I attended a single meeting of Nottingham Chameleons.
Anyone who’s ever seen Rocky Horror – either on stage or screen – will know that line, sung by the gorgeous Little Nell as Columbia.
Just a short post today. As I said before, I consider myself to be non-binary. By that, I mean I’m OK with being male – I have no desire for SRS – but I also have a strong feminine side.
So it begins. After years of dabbling with herbal estrogen, progesterone cream and breast pumps, I’ve finally decided to do this properly.
OK, that’s not my real name. It’s highly unlikely that I’ll ever reveal my real name on here. As for facial photos, forget it. Why? Well, I’m kind of shy. I have a secret – a really big one – and I don’t want just anyone to know.