Year: 2017

Time: it makes fools of us all.

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Hi, As I write this, it’s the wee hours, although the schedule option will pop it back to Friday night. I wasn’t home late from Chams, although the Ever Lovely Mrs J, who was up reading, wanted to be fast asleep before I turned in. I could have given the time, rather than ‘the wee hours’, but there’s those odd English phrases. The small hours, still of the night, witching hour, etc. All very colourful and, like much about being British, suitably vague and nonspecific! 🙂 So, not late back and not early there either. Hmm….. As I got changed back into my bloke clothes back at Chams, I thought back to the night that had been. Much laughter, stories shared, […]

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Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more…

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Hi, A couple of weeks ago, I was talking with Andrea, a friend from Chams. We were both in bloke mode, and had met up for a coffee and a chat. We were discussing – amongst? other things – the concept of confidence. That strength of character, that both helps and drives you, to be, well, you. I think confidence, like cool or self-acceptance is that elusive something that’s easy to chase, but not so easy to find. That intertwined with being out & about makes for an interesting ride. There’s the whole trans journey: dressing at home, getting online, making friends, wanting to get out, to be out. Out, with others, or going solo. Whichever it is, there’s the nerves. […]

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Rocks and stones

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Hi, A couple of weeks ago at Chameleons, we had a researcher pop round. Yvonne was asking for volunteers to help, and yes, I did sign up. So, this week I cycled into to town and we ran through the questions. I won’t list then fully, nor my answers. Mainly because I feel they are now part of the research, and also, you probably know most of them. Come on, I’ve been blogging for a decade or so, so most of these are out there 🙂 The thing is, after our chat, and as I cycled back, my mind turned over some of the memories. Sometimes I wonder if the mind is like a river. The fast flow of the […]

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Temptation

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Hi, The Night Before a Night Out It’s Wednesday night and I’ve just about packed a bag. I say just about, as I’m not quite sure what I’ll be wearing on Thursday. Why do I get this? Why is deciding what to wear so tricky? I opened my wardrobe and ignoring the bloke work shirts that are on the right, there’s tops, pretty skirts, leggings, jeans and the odd bit of sparkle. To my left, there’s the tall cupboard, which, if I’m honest, is 60% mine; filled with dresses and my only coat. Well, my only ‘Lynn’ coat, because I’m not really an outdoors trans person. Okay, mostly. 🙂 Instead, I’ve hedged my bets with an old favourite, a wrap […]

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Training day

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Hi, At the last Chams meeting, I was trying out an office outfit. Not because I’m changing jobs, or ‘changing’ at work, if you pardon the clumsy pun. No, I was seeing if I could manage a day time / office worker look. This is all because a few weeks ago, a local youth charity got in touch, asking if they could have some trans* awareness training. Well, having done some for a legal group not so long ago, why not? And if so, why not in Lynn mode? Well, given the state of my nerves at 9 AM, the answer would be fear 😉 But, much as fear occasionally serves as a not-so-gentle warning – you know, second thoughts […]

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Cutting down

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Hi, How’s things? Hopefully ticking along nicely. I have, at least for me, some minor good news. Over the last few weeks, a few friends have been saying how they’ve lost weight. I would usually reply that I’d found it. Well, it seems I had the tipping point about two weeks ago. I was after some smart trousers (see later) and while trying on my go to size, 16, I realised that unless I started to cut down, it would be sayonara 16, as much as it was farewell 14. What raised a wry smile was the recollection that as I got dressed (in bloke clothes) each morning, I was snubbing jeans or t-shirts that no longer fit. Instead, plumping […]

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