F*ck the fakes!
Whether it’s beer, music or football, I can’t abide fakery in life. And that extends to being trans as well – I wanna keep it real.
A meeting with my old flame
I never usually stay in touch with ex-girlfriends but, in the case of this one, I was always prepared to make an exception. We shared a house together and planned to spend the rest of our lives together. It didn’t work out, but I still hoped we could be friends because she’s awesome. Anyway, I saw her a couple of days ago.
Gender clinic says I can have estrogen (yeeeeeeees!)
So I’ve just got back from my third appointment at Nottingham Gender Clinic – and it’s the best possible news. The experts there agree I have gender dysphora and, subject to my blood tests being OK, have agreed to prescribe estrogen. *Punches air*
Taken to book – the story so far
They say that everyone has a book in them but, me being me, I reckon I’ve got two. So I’m gonna write ’em. Please go out there and buy ’em! :o)
Aching to pupate
Butterflies seem to be an important part of the symbolism of being transgender, especially for those about to transition, leaving that ugly caterpillar body behind, entering a second-puberty chrysalis and then emerging as a beautiful creature at the end of it all.
Looking at the positives
It’s time to move on. Annie and I have not been getting on too well of late, putting it mildly. But instead of getting bitter and full of rage, I’m going to reflect on a few positives from the whole relationship and its aftermath.
NB or not NB: that is the question
I began writing this post many months ago (I didn’t get past the headline) and I still don’t really have a definitive answer about whether I’m really non-binary or whether I’m kidding myself. Hopefully writing this will give me some clarity.
English dictionary trans facts for India
With about 50,000* followers on Twitter, transwoman India Willoughby is one of the most well known transgender people in the UK. But she’s just plain WRONG on a fair few issues. It’s time to set the record straight.
Fools of engagement
Well, the celebrations are over. Less than six weeks after getting engaged, I’m single again. And I’ve just had to bury my cat.
Bring on the brides – we’re engaged!
She said yes! I popped the question after dinner at a gorgeous little taverna in Santorini – and she said yes! I never dreamed I’d be uttering these two little words but I’m engaged!