[Ed looks around] Has she gone? Aye, looks like it. Probably gone off to check her eyebrows and that summerglow body moisturiser or summat. Crossdressers eh? 🙂 So who am I? The dark side to Lynn’s oh-so witty self indulgence? Maybes. Humour with a serated edge. The lead pipe of self deprecation. It seems that I’m the internal – yet vocal – critic that pops up once in a while. Popping the trans bubble when it all gets a little too much. But really, I’m just a mask. A comedy facade where she can put the jester’s boot in because this blog has, just ever-so slightly, got it’s tongue in it’s cheek. Sometimes it works. Other times? Tumble-weed central.
I’m certainly not him, nor her – although, truth be told, there is no him/her: she is him and he is her. There’s only one person behind this blog. Lynn is just a name*. One could argue that’s a pseudonym that XXXX sits behind. Or you could say that when dressed up, the name George just doesn’t feel right. 🙂 Again, another mask.
So how many masks do you wear? Is there only one version of you? Do you self-edit and behave differently with customers, colleagues, friends, children or your lover? Silly question. Hell, there are truths that we don’t like to admit to ourselves never mind other people.
Normal service will resume tomorrow… once I’ve hidden the tweezers.