After last week’s post in which I reset and started over, you’d think that I’d start to keep a note of ideas. An idea came to me as I was listening to the radio and driving to work. Ah, I must put that on a slip of paper, I thought to myself… and then promptly forgot. Gah! I guess this is what separates the triers from the capable, eh? Still, lessons learned! Note to self: make a note quickly. 🙂
The long drought of all Jack and no Jill – I so hope that’s not slang for something kinky – has been broken, as it was Chameleons in what was starting to feel like an age. So it goes sometimes, that occasional fall of the month, in which it’s more than two weeks between meetings.
I don’t know about the rest of you, but I try to think on the positive. Ponder outfits to wear, keep an eye on the shops and try not to listen to the Green Eyed Monster when someone fancier than you, strolls by.
In a related note, a researcher contacted the group many months ago and after – well, I guess, much work – it was now ready and I passed it around on social media. Social media: the thing you use when you’re not socialising with the people you’re with. It’s a strange beast 😉
Where was I? Oh yes, research. So the item in question did seem to cover some coping strategies. One of them was throwing yourself into a computer game (clearly, not literally). Now, I do like to play big, open world games. Epics like Fall Out, Skyrim or the Saints Row series. The latter, if you’ve not had the pleasure is a delightfully tongue-in-cheek riff on the Grand Theft Auto, only with a massive dose of irony and complete irreverence for its setting. Where else can you witness a Disney-esq musical number between Satan and the Princess of Hell? Quality…. and available on YouTube, should you not have played the game.
I’d like to think I don’t play obsessively. I do drop back on what little TV I watch and that’s not saying much. Most of my viewing is now via Netflix or Amazon and that’s with Wee Man and I on a film night. We did binge watch I, Zombie, which is rather good.
One think I have noticed, is that I usually play a female character. While you could play the trans card, I just find it harder to identify with a big, buff male character and, as most of the games I play seem to be aimed at the male market – hello, dual gender issues 🙂 – playing as a female character can give you an edge. Plus, if I’m going to be seeing the back of someone’s head or their booty for a couple of hours, rather a shapely derrière than some jar-head’s fat arse. 😉
|New skinny jeans|
As I finished locking up downstairs, I found Pat, Val and Fyona were hanging around chatting, while I slipped back into him mode. Given it takes 10 – 15 minutes to pack everything away and take all my slap off, it’s a nice way to end the evening. Pat asked if Val and I had taken our snaps and then, what did we do with them?
Val said for her, it was a way of working out which outfits worked and I can agree with that. For me, it’s partly that, and a mix of capturing the moment (I take a lot of family photos), working out which outfits work (and which don’t) and also to share. The latter may seem a little odd, but then quite possibly no odder than typing madly every Friday night for goal, nor profit, to complete strangers for the last 10 years…. 🙂 On a related note, a few folk at Chams have been kind enough to say nice things about this old blog. Mostly around the humour, so hopefully something’s going right.
Weak gags aside, I was surprised to find female friends taking snaps of their outfit pre- and post-night out. I had, perhaps wrongly, assumed the outing photo to be mostly a trans thing, but then, with the previous happening, I’ve started to reconsider. Not that I find this validates the hackneyed “Oh, that must make me female”, but that gender may well be far more complicated than I’d previously considered. Again, lessons learned.