Yesterday was a day of highs and lows. The lows involved being misgendered and my pal being called “Sir”. But the highs far outweighed them.
You’ve come a long way, baby
Sometimes, I need to tell myself this. Because I’m forever thinking about how far I’ve got to go, it’s so easy to lose sight of how far I’ve come.
Friends, fromage and frocks!
Every now and then, you meet someone who you really like – and you wonder if maybe there is something in the “everything happens for a reason” fate theory after all. I met someone through my work – and she’s turned out to be a brilliant trans ally and friend.
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.
Being brave and coming out
So, so much has changed in the past week, since my first gender clinic appointment. As well as telling more male friends about me, I’ve been to dinner at a busy restaurant “en femme” and re-evaluated where I’m going with all of this. I’ve evolved. A lot.
My first trans facial picture – and I’m made up about it
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 can see you…
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.
The killing of Georgie
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…]
Of mice and men – telling blokes you’re trans
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…]