You can’t beat a bit of Frank can you? Like the advert says “talk to Frank!” Maybe they didn’t mean Old Blue Eyes.
So why the trouble? Well, I’ve been invited to tag along to a local tgirl event (not just for *local* people apparantly) but – now any closet trans folk reading this are going to guess the next line – the Ever Lovely Mrs J isn’t keen on me going out ‘dressed’. Of course, Little Miss Closet here is dying to go out. It’s been weeks since I’ve dressed up and longer since I’ve been out in like minded company. Of course, I kind of already know the answer even if I can just get the balls* to ask P if I can go.
Dressing up is one thing, but going out and meeting other trans folk is quite another. I wonder why it’s such fun? Maybe, Freud is right and it’s all sex & death. The sex bit? To quote a far funnier blog, ‘I am my own porn’. Death? Well, these shoes are killing me. 🙂
* Balls huh? There’s an ironic term when most t-girls fuss over hiding them. 🙂