Considering it was Friday the 13th today, things have been pretty good. I dropped Wee Man off at school – suitably equipped for Comic Relief – and after a hug goodbye, I drove off into the glorious Spring sunshine. Ahhh, that weather’s a welcome change: the warmth of the sun on your face and a lovely blue sky. Good stuff.
Yesterday was Going Out Night and I thought it went pretty well (Ed: Brit understatement). The group had a visit from a lady called Debbie who’d come along to do a photoshoot. To be honest with you, I hadn’t planned on having my photo taken. I’d only brought one outfit (yes – unusual for a trans person, but there you go) and didn’t have much cash on me. Well, not strictly true. I had the takings from the last meeting, but that would be theft wouldn’t it? 🙂 So that was a no?
After a few folk had had their snaps done and the rush had died down, I asked nicely if Debbie how far a tenner would stretch…. from a photographic point of view (for those of you with dirty minds). The Lady from DeMonte said yes and a number of shots later it was all over. I didn’t feel a thing. 🙂 All I will say is that Debbie is a *very* good photographer. I’m always slight in awe of those who have the knack of taking the right shot. I had look at the images she’d caught, but she said she’d drop the finished versions off at the next meeting. Something to wait for eh? Good times! 🙂
We also had a visit from two new folk: Angelina and Stacey (I’m sh** with names). I wasn’t sure if they were BF + GF or just friends. I didn’t like to pry – it might sound dodgy :-). That aside, a lovely – umm? – couple (apologies if you’re not together!) and we had a nice chat about this that and the other. That’s one (of the many) good things about Chams. You get to catch up with friends, make new ones and generally have a good time. We can also be there if you’ve got questions or are worried about something.
At the end of the evening, I got changed back into Bob mode and headed downstairs to say goodbye to people. I’m trying to clear a bit of space in my wardrobe, so I gave away some black heels (not a good fit) and some unopened make-up (which I’d won weeks earlier). Dropping my bag off to help with the chairs, I bumped into them both again. Stacey was surprised at the (reverse) transformation. Strange what a good wig and padding in the right place can achieve. 🙂 I’ll never pass, but frankly – wait for it, wait for it – I don’t give a damn. 🙂 Why fret over the unachievable? All the wishing in the world wouldn’t change my shape or face, so why waste the energy? Just enjoy what you’ve got….
… which brings me round to Comic Relief. I’ve put a few quid in (Ed: again, understatement) – well, more than last year – have you done the same? It’s odd how the programme seems to affect me more that it used to: certainly more now I’ve got kids. I know it’s charity and I know that’ll make some people’s lips curl, but f*** it. Given all that I’ve got – environmentally, emotionally, socially and spiritually – will I miss the money I donate? Do I really *need* another meal out or a pair of posh shoes? Maybe someone else needs a little luck and here’s my chance to do something. It’s a small something, but if enough of us do it, good things can happen.
[ Today’s lyric: Last of the Secret Agents by Nancy Sinatra. Why? I didn’t get the job I told you about a few entries ago. Perhaps it wasn’t meant to be. I gave it a go and that’s cool. On the up side, I don’t have to switch teams and who knows – maybe other possibilities will arise. ]