Larks, unusually for me I’ve left today’s blog entry to the last minute. In the last few months I’ve been writing ahead of myself during the week (if that makes sense), so I’ve got something ready for Friday night. This week? Well, I’ve just been up to this & that and with a lack of anything to get off my chest, ummm, it’s a bit quiet 🙂 Still, quiet is good neh? The old cliche about ‘interesting times’ aside, quiet can’t be over-rated some days.
A little slow time can be good. It gives you space to catch up with things you’ve been meaning to do. It also lets you look back and take stock of where you are. Not that I’m overly-analytical. 🙂
This week was Chameleons again and after pondering what outfit to wear, I settled on a simple white fitted shirt and that pink skirt (from the photo shoot). I’d taken along my skinnies and a hippy style top in case it didn’t work out. I bumped into Alison while I was sorting out my nails. I’d picked up a matte grey shade (supposedly all the rage) but I’m not 100% sure on that. Maybe that’ll make it’s way on to the next bring & buy sale we have. While chatting I offered to do Alison’s nails: I’m not sure why, just a spur of the moment thing.
Once downstairs I said hello and I’d brought some herbal tea bags along. I’ve been off caffeine for a while (Ed: is it possible to be on caffeine?) and it was a nice change to have a large cup of tea, rather than my usual glass of water. Talking of drinks leads me to food, I’ve been out walking most lunch times and that extra inch around my middle seems to have departed for the winter months. Phew! Just in time for the big party at Chams next time too. Hurray! 🙂
There was also a new face along that night. A young lady called Nicola and I had a good long chat with her. She’d come from a town just up the road and like most folk who walk through the door, was (understandably) nervous. Lots of folk are, I know I had the shakes as I drew up all those years ago. Crikey, it’s been…. hold on while I use my fingers… I think nearly 5 years.
On another note – and as you may have read in other trans blogs, The Sun ran another story about a young trans child. Young as in pre-teens. Needless to say, it wasn’t in a hugely positive light, but one bit did jump out at me. It’s this:
But James Caspian, who counsels people on gender issues, said: “People
should not be surprised that a child so young has these feelings. What is more
of a surprise is that the child has been able to express them openly and that
because of changes in society those around the child have been so
It’s the last part that… what?… Okay I’ll say it: gives me hope for the kids who feel like this. Hell, I’m just a part-timer trans person and for 99% of the time, I’m happy as a guy. I know there are some of us in the trans community who are not: for them, full time is the only option because that’s how they feel inside. I can say that as a teenager, and probably for a small proportion of my early 20s, I struggled with coming to terms over who I was. Yet I had the luxury of being okay over being a chap. Sure, I wasn’t keen on the whole massive jaw and hairy pins situation, but you can’t have it all can you. 🙂
[ Today’s lyric: The Kids Aren’t Alright by The Offspring ]