“You can’t hide it you might as well embrace it.
So believe me it’s not easy.
It seems that something’s telling me…”

Hello again,

Unlike last week’s Friday failure, I’m going to give myself a little more leeway by writing something up earlier in the day. If that’ll help improve the quality, well, it’s too early to tell ๐Ÿ™‚ These last few days have been fairly quiet and as I’ve said before, that’s not necessarily a bad thing. I don’t mind reading or watching drama, but given the choice, I’d rather avoid the less than jolly type.

Oh, I suppose I should mention the Jubilee to keep this topical eh?

Right, that’s that done. What else? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Oh yes, the pre-Jubilee School Trip I went on, the kids sent thank you letters to the parents who helped keep an eye on them. I got one from Wee Man which I loved. He’d re-worked a poem – does that make it a series of puns? – and I’ve put that in my memory box for keeps.

Trans-wise, it’s been next to nothing – apart from a few very minor emotional hiccups. I think matters may have been better if I hadn’t forgotten to take my anti-miserablist tablets twice in the week. Medication fail! ๐Ÿ™‚ That can’t of helped. Plus, I guess I’m just ready for a trip out to reset my in brain gender balance. Why does it work like that? I’ve no idea. I don’t understand the requirement for a choccy bar, but I do know that once I’ve snaffled one, I feel better. Maybe I should just give up on the tablets and indulge in a choccy bar a day and a long walk in the park while suitably dressed. ๐Ÿ™‚

Channel Four ran a program about class this week: All In The Best Possible Taste. It was hosted by Grayson Perry (artist and famous trans-person). This week’s episode was about working class and he’d gone up to Sunderland to spend time with the locals. It’s really not my world, a) it’s much further north, b) it’s working class, so that whole fly-on-the-wall / old school documentary piqued my interest. It’s all about people, their behaviour and image….. oh and the creation of a rather good tapestry at the end too.

He said he’d found his own preconceptions challenged and to an extent, so where some of my own misconceptions. After seeing a segment on ornaments, I gave a wry smile as I looked at our bookcases, taking in the knick-knacks we’ve accumulated over the years. Photos, the occasional holiday trinket and some naive artwork and a metric sh**load of books. I wondered what people would make of those if they were shown on the box?

Anyhoo, at one point Grayson got dolled up with the girls and suitably made-up, headed into town. Big hair, short dress and killer heels: they were all part of the Big Night Out Outfit. One girl said that it was a way of dressing up and feeling different to how you looked / felt during the week. That struck a chord, even if how I (cross)dress in a different style. Maybe Jo Public and the Trans Massive aren’t as far apart as we think… or I think. If you…umm… feel? differently, you know where the comments box is! ๐Ÿ™‚

Next week, the topic of discussion is the Middle Class…. which yours truly is very much part of. House in the sticks, married with 2.4 kids, pets, steady job and transport. We don’t do bad really. Oh, and the renovation work at Jones Towers is now complete. We have a fully working brand new kitchen-diner. Yay!

Take care,

[ Today’s lyric: In Too Deep by Sum 41 ]


  1. I'm still not sure where I fit into these things. The people I grew up with think I'm above myself, and those I worked with in the UK thought I was a jumped up working class thing, and took great pains sometimes to point it out to me.

    Thankfully in Holland I'm just working ๐Ÿ™‚


    PS I'm jealous! I still have 4 weeks to wait until ours is done (or is that until it starts?) It's one of the two ๐Ÿ™‚

    1. Best crack on, eh? ๐Ÿ˜‰ Knickers to the class stuff, it all seems to have gone a bit Pete Tong since industry collapsed IMO. Unless of course, call centres are the new dark Satanic mills. ๐Ÿ˜‰

      Having been through the kitchen upgrade, I'd go with 4 weeks until it starts. ๐Ÿ˜€ Good luck! Oh, and stock up on ready meals. ๐Ÿ˜›

  2. Grayson has a dress sense that grates a bit – but then as an artist he probably wants to make a statement rather than blend in…

    1. True. I think he commented about it in a newspaper and during the 'Why Men Wear Frocks' programme. Oddly tho, there's that high drama (dame?) outfit, but I think I've read / seen him in more everyday trans stuff in The Times. To each their own!

  3. Grayson looked pretty good on his night out. He looks like a woman I used to work with! Although when he's in guy-mode and wearing his white jacket, am I the only one expecting to see Emu on his arm?

    Like Stace, I'm not really sure where I fit either. I know I don't fit-in with the working class world of football tribalism and pimped up cars. But despite my snobbery, I find myself drawn to the womens tribes of leopardprint, white stilettoes and alcopops.

    I think overall I'm kinda flighty. Chooisng to affiliate myself with different tribes (like goths, cosplayers, office-drone, etc) for short periods at a time. Like a chameleon. Or maybe a cuckoo!

    1. …am I the only one expecting to see Emu on his arm?

      LOL! No, he gives me that vibe too. Perhaps you should write in and ask? ๐Ÿ˜› Then again, the two have never been filmed together. Maybe they are the same person and the death was faked to allow Rod to break into painting? ๐Ÿ™‚ Hmmm, that's edging in to bad taste!

      Football and cars, I just don't get the attraction. But in the same breath, a chap at work (who is into cars and footy), when we had a chat about trans issues at work, he said he couldn't understand why someone would it. Maybe we're just not meant to understand each other. I'd settle for tolerance though. ๐Ÿ™‚

      I've never done any manual work and I'm not minted enough to be posh, so that only leaves middle class. I would have picked edgerunner, but that's too niche and so very 90s ๐Ÿ˜‰ Plus, it's just too grimy and tough luxe is sooo last year, darhlink. ๐Ÿ˜€

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