“They come, they come,
To build a wall between us,
We know they won’t win”


How’s things going? All good I hope. For those of you in the UK, did you cope with the snow? ๐Ÿ™‚

SnowgasmCrikey, it’s been cold this week – indeed, just the right level of cold to make it snow… and woo, did Mother Nature save some up for the UK this year. I’ve still got this child-like glee of the snow. The sound it makes when you walk on it, the effect a snowfall has on sound, the things you can make (igloos, snowmen, etc) and perhaps just the fact that we (Brits) don’t get a lot of it.

Perhaps it’s the rarity of it, that there’s some magical quality to a snowfall. Maybe living in Norway or New England would cure me of it, but I think I’d have a blast for the first few months. ๐Ÿ™‚ Of course, taking the kid’s to school or driving to work in a blizzard it is not so much fun – even if there’s a fair bit of novetly attached to it. Still, schools were closed so it was off home to get the wellies on and build snowmen in the back garden!

Read all about it!Prior to the big snow-in, I was visiting the outlaws and in a quiet moment, thought I’d have a look at the paper. I don’t really read the press, not through any snobery or moral opposition, but just sheer laziness. I can get the headlines from the BBC via RSS, so why pay for a paper?This particular paper was The Daily Mail – stop groaning at the back! ๐Ÿ™‚ I’ll skip on the whole why-I-don’t-like-The-Mail discussion because it’s old hat. So… page 7 I think it was and I catch sight of the words: invaded by transvestites.

Good grief! A drive-by shoe pillaging? An out of town store stripped to its hangers of all that glitters? No, a small town somewhere in the UK hosts another regular social event where chaps go along and… well, dress up like ladies. You can read the article here. BTW, what makes it for me, is not the article itself but the comments from Jo(e) Public. It seems the majority of the public just don’t give a sh** what we trans folk get up to… Provided it’s not kinky stuff – but I wouldn’t want any part of that either! ๐Ÿ™‚

Sure, we look a bit odd – I’ll hold my own hand up to that – but really, are we hurting anyone? If the idea behind the piece was to whip up a storm of fear and panic, then… well, F minus boys & girls, seems most of the public’s just not with you on this one.

Go Joe Public! ๐Ÿ™‚

[ Today’s lyric: Don’t Dream it’s Over by Crowded House ]


  1. That’s the 2nd story I’ve read in a UK paper this week that the commenters were far more supportive than I’d have ever dreamt!

    They give me hope for the future!

    Keep warm!


  2. Snow? Wozzat? The white stuff from the heavens? Yeah, I’ve even been riding in it.

    It was cold. And, for some reason, I didn’t notice anyone else on a motorcycle.

    We had about 4 inches the other day; enough to be a bit of a nuisance. My favorite was the 24″ we got in Brooklyn, I guess somewhere in the mid-90’s. We lived by Prospect Park in Brooklyn, and it was like stepping back in time! You couldn’t see any cars, just these old buildings, looking fresh and pristine against a white background. It was so magical, so romantic! ๐Ÿ™‚

    (Like an idiot I went into work for a couple of hours that day. But I did get to see some Japanese tourists trying to climb over mounds of snow; the city had plowed Wall St and Broadway, even if no one was going to work! One lass even wore high heeled boots and a skirt. I felt for her. Even as I wanted to wear what she was… ๐Ÿ™‚ )

    Carolyn Ann

  3. Thanks for linking to that article. As often happens, the comments contained far in the way of insight than the article itself!

    Pretty typical attempt to supply ‘shocking’ revelations about tranny social life… missing the mark, more or less.

    And yeah… provided it’s not ‘kinky stuff’, who should care, really? I seem to recall that all well-dressed gentlemen were wearing lace, powder and wigs just a couple of hundred years ago!

  4. Alan: I think UK society is in general quite accepting. Sure, there’s the odd twit, but in the main, and provided you’re nice, most brits don’t give a hoot what you get up to. The papers may rave, the news may harp on, but to your average person in the street, I think they’ve got more pressing issues to thing about.

    Carolyn Ann: Nothing like riding on snow to give your nerves a little jingle! ๐Ÿ™‚ Heels in the snow sounds even scarier than riding on it. ๐Ÿ˜€

    Suomy: You're welcome ๐Ÿ™‚ After seeing it in the paper, it was (understandably) mentioned in a number of tranny forums.

    As to wigs and powder: if metrosexuality goes any further, the social acceptance of men in make-up can't be that far off. A decade or so perhaps? I think they would still be a big gap between male & female make-up styles (obviously). ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. I think the more people experience difference, the more accepting they are of it. Time was gay men were invisible, now everyone has a gay friend. People are more thoughtful than the tabloids expect.

  6. Penny: Indeed. The shock value is no longer there is it. Ironically, the media – in its pursuit of ‘new’ – has I think, helped in this way by exposing our lifestyle to the general public.

    Things that wouldn’t have been spoken of in our parent’s youth are now the general fluff for daytime chat shows and coffee table magazines.

    Certain reports are, of course, postive or negative depending on the angle of the story. That said, how the public decide to take that story is another thing altogether.

  7. On the snow: Wha…? You Brits don’t get much snow? I thought your country was blanketed in the stuff every day of winter! At least, that’s the impression I got reading a lot of children’s books written by British authors during my formative years. Oh, how I came to detest the Northern Hemispheric-centric worldview such books (and their North American equivalents) promoted! All their talk of “snowy Decembers” and “balmy Junes”, and their insufferably twee characters constantly going on about how they could see the bleeding Big Dipper or Pole Star! “Well, good for you, you annoying little arseholes”, I used to rage, “because I sodding well can’t!” Ahem (rant over). Where was I? Mm, yes, snow. It’s even rarer in my corner of the world, as you might imagine; indeed, the first time I saw it was when I was nearly 26, and I had to go all the way up to the Victorian snowfields to see it. It wasn’t really what I expected – it seemed to be essentially finely crushed ice – and I was dismayed at how quickly the experience of trudging about in it seemed to grow all rather mundane. There I was, fulfilling every child’s dream of seeing the sodding snow, and all I could think was, “So this is it, right? Here I am, seeing snow at last. Um, shouldn’t something else be happening now?” Eh, maybe I’m just being overly cynical [ya reckon?], and letting some of my less um… positive memories of the trip influence my recollections of it. Y’know, memories of nearly being bowled over by psychotic snowboarders; finding myself straying into the path of a snowplough’s “blow-off” (now I know how the soldiers in the trenches of World War I must have felt when they were being subjected to an enemy bombardment!); and generally slipping and falling on my arse every thirty seconds!

    Funnily enough, to allude to something Carolyn Ann mentioned, I actually did go about in high heels one of the days I was there. I went with a skiing club from my old university, and one of the nights we were there, we had a big fancy dress event called ‘Bad Taste Night’. Not surprisingly, I dressed up as a woman for this* (and pulled off quite a decent job if I do say so myself); as a result, I found myself walking across icy ground to one of the nearby pubs in heels and a big silver satin evening dress**! To my surprise, it wasn’t as difficult as I thought it’d be!

    *As did a surprising number of the other guys who were there.

    **That I still have but can no longer fit into. Boo!

  8. On the Daily Mail article:

    Alan said: That’s the 2nd story I’ve read in a UK paper this week that the commenters were far more supportive than I’d have ever dreamt!

    Just out of curiosity, what was the first?

    Suomy said: I seem to recall that all well-dressed gentlemen were wearing lace, powder and wigs just a couple of hundred years ago!

    Indeed they were. I hear they used to wear perfume too, but that was only to disguise the fact they only took a bath about once a month! It was all that cursed Beau Brummell’s fault that everything had to change! “Damn him! Damn him to hell!” I say!

    As for the article itself, I think everyone here’s being a little too complacent about the scandalous goings-on it’s bravely exposing to the world. Mark my words, once society starts letting men gad about in dresses and whatnot (without rounding them all up, and subjecting them to a good old fashioned auto-da-fe for the education and amusement of decent, God-fearing folk), it’s putting itself on a very slippery slope indeed. More moral standards will be relaxed, so that, before you know it, we’ll all be injecting heroin directly into our brains; killing our aged relatives (and constructing great necrocannibalistic vomitoria wherein we may feast upon their remains); and turning into hermaphrodites, which will then proceed to spontaneously give birth to demonic monstrosities (which would actually be sort of cool when you think about it!). If you ask me, all the rot started when we stopped toughening our male children up by forcing them to wrestle bears on a regular basis once they turned six! Blah, blah, blah, zzzzzz.

    Seriously, though, yes, it was all a bit of a storm in a teacup. You get the same sort of silly scaremongering over here, though, both in the “respectable” press (which still treats words like “crossdresser” and “transvestite” as obvious slurs on a man’s character), and some of the cheaper stick mags, which attempt to entice shelf-browsers with such lurid headlines as “Naked Nymphos Terrorize Tight-laced Tasmanian Town With Bizarre Bisexual Bonkfest (Pics Inside!)” (at least the second type of articles provide a good laugh!). One interesting thing I noticed when perusing the article you linked to (which sadly appears to have been taken down) was that I’d seen the art on the “Fabuliss” website before. If you’re interested, it can be viewed by going to a site called “Petticoat Punishment Art”, and checking out the work of an artist called Christeen. Be warned: the site in question deals with petticoating (a somewhat weird offshoot of cross-dressing), but some of the stuff on it is quite interesting. I particularly like the aforementioned Christeen’s stuff, particularly the way she can make boys look very pretty (and really good in girls’ clothing) without necessarily subjecting them to full-on “transformations”.

  9. Zosimus: Hi!

    At least, that’s the impression I got reading…

    Yeah me too. Imagine how short changed I felt living here at a kid ๐Ÿ™‚

    Even now the myth of snow at Christmas is perpetuated. Adverts have buckets of the stuff (probably just out of shot) at Christmas. Most UK films – that have a Christmas part to them – have the rolling hills of dear old Blighty covered with a thick, white blanket of snow. If is, of course, b*llocks. ๐Ÿ™‚

    I can’t remember the last white Christmas – I think it may have been back in the 90s!

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