W’sup? 🙂 Brrr. It’s been a bit cold here in dear old Blighty hasn’t it? The tempreature has barely made it past 5 degrees most days. For the UK, that’s rather cold…. then I see the weather for Canada or Iceland and I’m glad of where I live 🙂
The week’s been a little odd. With the rush of Christmas and the seemingly long slog through winter to *ahem* look foward to, my mind’s a bit of a muddle. It started just after New Year’s Day, a kind of grey fog where I kinda lost interest in just about everything. Well, almost everything. Perhaps it was because I was feeling a bit down, my trans circuits went into overdrive. I started thinking about things I’d agreed not to do: shaving my legs or having my ears pierced. Perhaps they were just silly daydreams: designed to provoke me out of the cloud I was under. I’m a dreamer what can I say. Maybe I’d rather spend my time pondering the pointless than concentrate on the hear and now eh? 🙂
But, the brief blip of darkness passed. I did neither and I’m glad I didn’t. To do so would adversly affect my home life and if I’m honest – with myself and you too – I spend more time in bloke mode than anything else. To push the envelope to bare legs and pierced ears would I think be too much for the ever lovely Mrs Jones. That clearly wouldn’t be right.
I could also do with all the insulation I can get right now. 🙂 That schoolyard and the walk to work is bloomin’ cold. I was digging out my opaques the other day just to keep another layer on. (Ed: Yeah, right. Whatever you say). Earlier in the year I was reading about fashion tights, strictly from a trans POV, only to find a website (which typically I failed to bookmark) that covered the tips and traps of hoistey for gents. A quick rummage through Google, shows quite a few manufactures flogging their wares as us menfolk. I’m not sure I’m ready to sport a bright red pair to work instead of socks. To me, somethings just remain female clothing. Oh the irony eh? 🙂
[ Today’s lyric: The Loving Kind by Girls Aloud ]