This, is very much the life. I’ve had the luxury of a week off at home. I appreciate that may sound sarcastic, and in many ways, that’s my default tone. One of continual dry humour, but honestly, the Jones Family Staycation (apologies for anyone who dislikes portmanteaus), worked rather well. It’s not often you do the tourist thing in your local city.
We’ve visited some ruins, been on long walks in the woods, had some very nice lunches out and risked a family day out, ice skating. Me and sport go together like ham and bicycle clips. But, you do your best and try not to break anything, when you fall over. I’ve worn some, shall we say, impractical footwear, over the years, but ice skates take the prize. Tight and and loose in the wrong places. Pretty much like a bad pair of cheap opaques, I guess. 🙂
Chuck in some time for reading and a better diet (thanks to the Every Lovely Mrs J’s expert knowledge), and things are going well. All in all, reasons to be cheerful.
You may well recall me mentioning not being ‘in the mood’ for any trans stuff. Not that you can ever seemingly switch it fully off, but – and shall we say? – finding enough interest to express all aspects of my gender, was definitely lacking. Having written that line, I’m still not 100% behind it, but it sounds more in-depth than I couldn’t be a**ed to get dressed up. 🙂 Hell, it’s only been two months and a day, but who’s counting?
With my customary large travel bag packed, and two outfits within, off I went. It took me a while (as per), to get ready and part of that was a pause. I took a look in the mirror and wondered: just what on Earth am I doing? Perhaps just uncertainty calling, than any panic, but I felt decided confused, if not a little odd. Still, when in doubt: accessorise. 🙂
|Thanks to Valtography|
Skinny jeans, a borrow top and some Clinque CC cream worked their wonders. I skipped on the corset and the weight loss from the last holiday is still a work in progress. Getting there, mind, and gradual is probably the way to go.
Feet in my heels and I felt my posture change. That seems the second to last step, before the wig goes on and you’re finished. All that remains is a wry smile in the mirror and a quick thought of “that’ll do, Pig.” 🙂
Once downstairs I said hi to the usual folk and took a seat. There was a chap on his own, so I struck up a conversation with him. I didn’t know who he was and thought he might be a first time visitor. Most people email before coming along, but some just turn up and fair play to them.
Turned out he was a carer for one of our regulars and not one of our number. Cue a few jokes about “Okay. Well no-one will try and convert you, although I did visit just to sort out the plumbing…. then it all got out of hand.” 🙂
Conversation drifted around various topics and one thing he said had me thinking long afterwards. The idea that the carer expected us to be a bit more flamboyant. He said he only had to go on what he’d seen on TV, or what had been covered in an old diversity training programme.
I think the better elements of the media do try. Sometimes, they get it right and I think we’re seeing things change for the better. There will always be a few voices; you know the sort: troll with an opinion column, or lazy editors. But, just as other discrimination is frowned up, lets hope things continue to move in the right direction for us trans folk.
Anyhoo, none of the above had really helped him decide, who we – we, being trans people – would be like. How would we behave, what would our ages be, our style of dress, what would we talk about, etc. Turns out, we’re just like ordinary folk, and I’m fine with that.
Mind you, it’s a good job the weather was bad, and we’d delayed the Wicker Man tribute. 😀