…. which doesn’t really make sense, when you live in the East Midlands. Unless there’s a face off between the Potters Massive and the Dales Collective. Not to make light of rural gang violence. Cow tipping, cider running, it’s a hotbed of inactivity. 🙂
Hmm. Perhaps I shouldn’t have watched Hot Fuzz before starting this post….. which is late. Friday was a little busy. The Ever Lovely Mrs Jones had car trouble and bless her, didn’t get back home until late. I would have thought the breakdown people might have been a bit more speedy, considering she was on her own. Not that Mrs J is a poor, feeble woman; far from it, yet if your road side assistance prioritise people, I’d have hoped for better service. Thankfully, nothing bad – other than car problems – occurred.
Gabrielle, of the MyCDLife blog, was kind enough to complete her turn under the Our Different Journey spotlight. I posted a quick note on Facebook about it and the comments ranged from that’s so familiar, and that’s just how I felt; to the polar opposite of I don’t have those experiences. I’ve paraphrased, but you get the gist.
One of the ideas behind ODJ, is that although there is commonality in trans behaviour, feelings and history. We, perhaps like the rest of any slice of humanity, are different. My hope is that…. no, my hopes are multi-fold: firstly, that if at least one person reads one of the stories and finds help through it, it was worth it. Secondly, ODJ acts as a store for the history of how people got to where they are now. I guess, last – but not least – I think there needs to be some good news (trans news) stories out there. You read so much negativity, that I think it’s easy to think we’ll never be fully accepted, or things will always be bad.
Cynic that I am, I am also a secret romantic. I think things for trans people will keep getting better. Each time someone comes out, or walks down the street, or shops for a dress in bloke mode, slowly we become less unusual and more everyday. Hell, I can dream. 🙂