I think it was around Tuesday, possibly mid to late afternoon, that I found myself thinking about wanting to feel pretty again. To our non-trans reader(s), that may sound a bit odd, but then I’ve never found the whole trans thing to make any particular sense. 😉 So after a good six weeks or so, the Trans Force returned. Not with a bang, but the gentle nudge of be nice to stretch those legs and make an effort, no?
Despite being unable to shift the holiday induced spare tire, or so it felt, I packed a bag – with just the one outfit mind (Ed: another first?) – and headed off to Chameleons. Despite a little issue in the nail varnish department, I think I managed to get everything on the right way around and I hadn’t lost the ability to walk in heels. I guess it is like riding a bike, only a bit more hip movement is involved 😛
I got to catch up with the Unusual Suspects and there was the post-Sparkle discussion. Sophie’s comments about the hotel room being larger than her friend’s house tickled me. As did her tale of falling up the split level stairs. I don’t know why, but my brain painted it in a sort of glamorously dressed Mrs Doyle doing a comedy tumble (Ed: for you overseas readers, Google Father Ted and then check YouTube).
We also had a visit from a few new folk. One group where mother & son – I shall keep their names on the QT. We talked about this and that. People mingled and I hope they both got something out of the evening. Other than meeting them – which is interesting in itself – it reminded a few of us what it was like when we were a lot younger. I don’t know about you, but while I’d have loved to have met and talked with people like me, I also think I would have probably freaked out and not made it through the door. Hell, it wasn’t until my late 20s that I think I got over the worry about being trans. Add a few more years on the clock and I’d say it took until my mid 30s to be totally okay with it. I doubt I’m unique on that front and if it was similar for you, or equally not so much, you know where the comment box is. 🙂
The next meeting will be the Summer Party and yours truly will be supplying a few tunes via the laptop. I’m not sure what I’ll be picking yet and although I did find some freeware DJ software, I’ve yet to really get my head around it. Part of me would like to put together some type of mix for the evening…. however, there’s a larger part that’s happier to sit about and not have to go over another learning curve. 😀
In all the laid back attitude to getting ready, I forgot to pack my camera, so I will be relying on the generosity of others to oblige a snap (thanks to Sophie and Val!). Hopefully I didn’t crack the lens. At the end of the evening, a few of the group headed off to a local pub (trans friendly) outside of town. I was tempted to go along, however, heading home in Lynn Mode isn’t always the best idea when Wee Man might wake up wanting to spend a penny. Really, I’ve no idea how to bluff that one by him. 😉
[ Today’s lyric: Pretty Vacant by The Sex Pistols ]