As per the English custom I feel I should first comment on the weather: blimey it’s freezing. No, literally, it is zero degrees at the mo. Sure, we’ve a way to go until the UK reaches some of the scarier lower temperatures that the US and other northern climes do… but I was glad of my thermal leggings today 🙂
But enough about the weather eh? I was going to go for the lyric “no cure for the itch” (answers on a postcard if you know the track) which normally would be the case with dark nights and wanting to dress up. It’s funny – and also quite useful – that I’m not feeling that ‘itch’ right now.
Sure, I still look at clothes while pushing the buggy about and I did feel a slight twinge as H. got ready for a night out with the girl’s earlier in the week. Still, it’s nice to step away from the whole dressing up thing once in a while. I’ve had my fun (Xmas party) and I’ve been out most of the year too.
It’s good just to pop out with the girls (so to speak) for a cup of tea and a chat (complete with perhaps the youngest person to visit the group [wink]). No need to get fully dolled up and all the fun and games that involves. Sometimes it is enough just to be with like minded friends.
I do wonder if it – the going out – will get less as the kid’s get older. Who can say and really, should I worry? Worrying about it isn’t going to stop it happening and so far so good.
Talking of opportunities, Sandi posted a message from the media who were looking for TG folk to interview for a ‘positive view’ on transgenderism. Out of curiosity, I replied. Hell, it’s only an email and I was interested to find out more.
You do get the odd TG focused article in magazines / the papers and some are better than others. I offered my story – such that it is – because maybe TG folk out there struggling a little may find that it’s not all bad news.
It’s not about fame and fortune, it’s about getting a message out there that being trans is not always bad. Bad for the individual or their partner. Sure, there are difficult moments, but that’s life. It wouldn’t be ‘good’ if it wasn’t ‘bad’ from time to time. Blimey, sage wisdom eh? Guess I’ve had too many fortune cookies this week. 🙂
So armchair pop wisdom aside. the gig is off. The deal says the journo is this: no photo, no story. Uh-uh. Nope. Family privacy. That’s my deal… and as the Transporter says: Rule #1. Never change the deal. 🙂
Best be off, Little Miss wants a bottle…. of milk before you wags make a gag about ‘gin’ 🙂
[ Lyric: September Song by The Young Gods ]