“Call me old fashioned,
But I’m a little nervous about the future”


Bit of a last minute post today. It being a bank holiday – yay! – we’ve been out and about letting the kids run of their energy and for the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones and I to top up the feel good batteries.

I don’t know about your blogging process, but I try and store up ideas or even just things I’d like – or even may like – to talk about during the week. This week, though, well… ‘meh’ really 🙂 Monday through to Wednesday I just wasn’t with it. It wasn’t like there was anything physically wrong, I just couldn’t – and to use a 90s phrase – “get my sh** together.” 🙂 My heart just wasn’t in it. I think it was a work thing. I’ve been feeling pretty disconnected of late. Just turning up and pretty much going through the motions.

I think most of us – although I could be wrong – would like to feel that we’ve done something at work. Something to make a difference, no matter how small, to someone else’s day. A little help here or finishing something off to make the 37.5 hours you put in means something.

Feeling out of it, I did what some folk do: I went shopping. 🙂 I stopped off at a local out-of-town shopping centre and had an enjoyable lunchtime session of finding, trying on, rejecting and buying. I found some very nice sparkly red heels (in the sale), but if they’re a size eight, I’m a natural brunette. 😛

Armed with a bag full of goodies, I headed over to the changing rooms. The lady looked in the bag, looked at me (typical casual bloke gear) and asked: “You want to try all of these on?” I ‘uh-huhed’ and smiled and without any more ado, I headed into the changing rooms to help make my mind up. The shoes were too small, the skirts not really what I wanted but the purple top was very nice (reduced too!).

It was a welcome break from the feeling of ploughing treacle I had in the morning. After lunch, everything seemed to pick up. A spot of shopping and knowing that I’d be at Chameleons on Thursday put the spring back into my step.

Talking of Chameleons (Ed: ooo, seamless link), it was a very interesting evening. We had a good turn out and also a visit from TransFixed. They’re a TG friendly beauty salon who sell wigs and whatnot in Manchester. Anyways, and God bless ’em, they’d braved the pre-bank holiday motorway mayhem to come and see us.

The group also went through the finances and muggings here signed up to be a trustee. I mean, and not to be negative, but you don’t really know what’s around the corner. I’ve found the group a real haven and I’ve met some lovely people through it. It’s not a big deal to put my personal details down on a bank sheet and just be available. Just in case 🙂 To be honest, it felt a little odd signing my real ID down sat in skinnys and knee boots. 😀

Today’s lyric? Well, that came from something Tracey said while chatting to the ladies from TransFixed. They asked about the next generation. I think Sam and Angelina are our youngest visitors – everyone else is I think 30s plus. Tracey was saying that the next generation are just ‘out there’. Enjoying the mainstream venues and just getting on with it. I can’t comment as I’m not ‘down with the kids’. I hope that’s the case because it may mean that one day, groups like ours will be just social groups, not social and support groups.

I am a little nervous about the future, yes, but I am hopeful. Despite my cynical nature, I am an optimist at heart and I think things are changing for us. There will be bumps and slaps along the way, but one day we’ll get there.


[ Today’s lyric: The Glam Rock Cops by Carter USM ]

PS: I have a wee favour to ask of you all. Picture a gent in a white shirt and a cheeky grin (okay, not just a white shirt, that would be too revealing 😀 ) and think positive thoughts. A good friend of mine needs a little luck sending his way.


  1. Yes, you’re right about that….social groups not support groups.

    Some of the kids are out with it in high school and proud…oddly all the trans students I’ve worked with have been ftm

  2. I think it’s probably a good thing, TG is better understood in society, even if not broadly accepted yet. It took me until I was 23 to even get the courage up to tell someone else and join a support group. Perhaps I’m getting old…

  3. Cassidy: Maybe the block isn’t society, it’s us 🙂 Maybe if we weren’t so secretive (and I know I’m guilty of that) there would be more visibility and maybe, just maybe, more acceptance. Not just tolerance, but real acceptance.

    Thanks for the ‘rock’ status BTW 🙂 How did you manage to bat *and* read the blog at the same time? 😀

    Alan: Thanks chuck! 🙂

    Vanessa: 23 is still quite young compared to how long some people take. I think as both you and Cassidy have said, the ‘coming out’ age is dropping. I wonder if -as Tracey said at the meeting – the next generation are just out there doing their own thing. Good luck to them if they are!

  4. I suspect there will always be a niche. I really do hope the youth (1st age tg) are integrating for it builds wider acceptance but for those starting, unable to fully come out and many more they will always be a need.

  5. Lucy: Oh indeed. Some people have the confidence to get out & about and just enjoy life as they want.

    Maybe either just good old fashioned guts or perhaps they're lucky in the looks department (which can help build confidence in being 'out there').

    For the rest of us mere mortals [wink] there'll be social groups: be those specialist club nights, a chat down the pub or private venues.

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