You know those days, or even weeks, where nothing seems to go right? Well, I’ve had the good fortune that it’s been quite the opposite.
|Is this vintage yet?|
After decades on the information not-so-super B road, fast broadband is finally coming to our neck of the woods! At Chez Jones, we’re rather excited about this, so fingers crossed it all goes well on installation day next month. The kids pretty much stream everything they watch these days, and on to tablets, rather than the telly. We shop on-line; I work from home when I can, and Wee Man writes and completes his homework online.
Work has been challenging but my coworkers have really pulled the stops out to get stuff done. Yes, it took a while to get started, but we got a lot done once we could access the systems. Amazing what you can do when you just ignore the red tape. 🙂
From a Chams angle, it was great to be out and catch up with the usual suspects. Pat was kind enough to arrange for M & Co to visit, so we had sales event at Chameleons. Also, although not specifically happy news, we did commemorate the International Day of Transgender Remembrance. It’s the first time (at least in my memory) that we’ve done so, and we held a minute’s silence to think about those that we’d lost, or who aren’t so fortunate as we lucky T-folk.
For those of you with a good memory may remember that Little Miss was born nearly 10 years ago. She’s growing up to be quite the character, and her sense of humour is really quite sharp. I know parents are supposed to be proud of their kids, but I think she’s an awesome young lady: book-loving, caring, sharp, creative and fun.
Talking of distant memories, X emailed me the question following last week’s Ask Me Anything post. They said: Not wishing to appear to be rude or trying to ask one of those questions that you can not answer; how did you decide that you were Trans in the first place?
Well, there is a question! I don’t consider it rude. BTW, given the email address you put in, I’m guessing you’ve a Unix background? 🙂
Anyhoo, I do remember being curious about clothes when I was young, maybe the third year of school. I may have been younger than Little Miss at this point. Eight, maybe? Curious as to why boys and girls could only wear certain things. That and it seemed expected that as a boy, it wasn’t acceptable to show your emotions. Certainly not to cry, or show weakness. Emotions provided it was anger, were okay in certain boys’ circle. But this *ahem* education was some of my primary school peers, and not the message my parents gave.
Before I was a teen, I’d borrowed skirts or tights from the laundry basket, heels from the shoe cupboard and tried them on in my room after bedtime. I had little clue what I was doing (so not much changes eh? 🙂 ), so I must have looked a sight. Still, we all have to start somewhere.
I did get caught by my Mum, much to my embarrassment, but we put this down to “just dressing up”. It may have looked like that, but thinking back, it seems more about dressing to look how I felt. Then again, memory is a funny thing, and it was a very long time ago. The girls at school could wear pretty things and behave in certain ways, so why couldn’t I? Given I didn’t read anything about such behaviour, Mum’s approach (I’m not blaming her, BTW), and what I heard from other kids; I soon learned to keep such feelings to myself. Ah, but they do things differently in the past, and the early 80s were not a time when the terms transgender, gender queer, or bi-gendered existed.
Skip into my teenage years -spots, hair, smelling, becoming more blokey – were tricky. It was around this time I think I can actually answer the question. 🙂 That’s when I heard the word transvestite. A quick look in the dictionary and, well, it wasn’t a perfect fit, but of you took ‘pleasure‘ as feeling okay about yourself, it would do, and I tried not to think about it too much. For the most part, I muddled through those early years occasionally finding time when left home alone. In honesty, it wasn’t great, but it could have be a lot worse. No-one knew, and we’re talking pre-Internet, so while others must do this, I didn’t know of anyone. It may have been that lonliness and struggling to understand why I felt so, well, ‘in between’, that lead to a spell of depression in around the end of my school years. But, hey, I survived, so it can’t have been all that bad. 🙂
Skip on many a decade, and as language has changed. Plus, I’ve learned more about myself, as well as being trans-something-or-other. If I had to pick a label, I’d pick just ‘trans‘. It’s not a sexual thing cross-dressing and I’m not planning on transitioning. Instead, I’m in that in-between part-timer bracket. Yet, however I dress, I’m airways me. That doesn’t change.
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