Hey good people!
This week has gone by in a shot. Mind you, having the extra long weekend certainly helped… as did a bit of extra leave tacked on the end. I’ve hardly been at work this week, but at home with the family instead. Good stuff.
I had originally written “Larks, this week has…” but it felt a little too Blackadder II. Still, if Hugh Laurie can go from playing The Stupid Prince to a hard edged surgeon, I guess there’s hope for us all in re-invention. 🙂
Here in Nottinghamshire, school is open once more and it was time to make some sarnies, pack a bag and try to find the missing school shoe. How is it kid’s shoes seem to repel each other? You put them together in the hall and by Sunday night, one has mysteriously moved. Perhaps it’s the same force that hides one of your socks. Domestic devilment indeed 🙂
School and re-invention? Two concepts that have somehow collided in my subconscious and made their way out on to this blog. Truth be told, this is my second attempt at a Friday night post. The previous one was about a trip I had to a far away University, but it was so twee – despite being about race (never an easy subject) – that I canned in. It just didn’t read right.
So school, or more accurately, university has been on my mind this week. As I made my way around the city, I noticed an increase in the number of students. People looking for houses, trying to find where the less well known parts of town are, etc.
University, or ‘poly’ for me (Ed: Lynn was never that academic), was – without wanting to sound too dramatic – a bit of a life saver. It enabled me to get away from my home town, meet new people, learn about life and start living on my own. Where I went, there were hardly any student hall placements, so it was out into the Big Bad World with you: bedsits, shared housing or a lodging for some folk.
I felt that in some way I’d escaped. Broken away from some of the more toxic *ahem* friends I had. Not sure someone who outs you to anyone who’d listen can be called a friend, but you live and you move on. 🙂
No-one knew me at poly. I had a clean slate. No baggage of who I’d been nor judgements based on who I was. It was very liberating. I could, for what felt like the first time, just be myself. I met some interesting people over my time there. Some I’ve stayed good friends with. One I fell in love with and a handful of years after college, she became the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones.
Ironically with all the freedom and chance to explore myself (Ed: not like that), I didn’t do that much dressing up. I’d bought a few things and while I kept my legs smooth and my hair very long, cross-dressing didn’t feature that much. Indeed, as I’ve pointed out in previous post, I purged what little I had in an effort to ‘go straight’.
Why did I do it? Looking back I can’t remember. I think it must have been a few thoughts that built into something larger. Maybe part of me hoped it really was a phase and I could put it all behind me. Still, we all know how little story arc turned out don’t we? 🙂
So what about the students of today, how will they fare? Technology seems to be at the fingertips and we all seem so inter-connected: mobiles, social networks, tweets, blogs, etc. What about those folk under the radar: students who are trans and who are growing up. I wonder how they will get on. Will they bury it all or will the local LGBT society / Internet forums lend a hand?
Just last month I had an email from a tutor asking about trans resources for one of his students. Gabrielle (of My CD Life fame) and I have been chatting about various things and one subject that came up was ‘making a difference’. Part of me wonders if there was a trans group at college, what could we – the trans community – do to help. Maybe another email is in order.
[ Today’s lyric: Sweet About Me by Gabriella Cilmi. (what a voice!) ]