Hi,
A late post today due to Easter holidays and whatnot. To be honest, there’s not much to report. Perhaps, given the time we live in, that may not be a bad thing.
Haters gonna…
I noticed the Scottish Government’s new bill on making inciting hatred for certain protected characteristics came into force at the start of this month.
A few folk have complained about it and, of course, some have posted comments online, as if poking the system to see what they can say.
At the moment, there seems to be a thing where certain folk feel they should be able to say anything, and without comeback or complaint. The old “but I was just saying…” line, only now turned up to eleven. I’ll let you be the judge if that’s one louder, one ruder, or one dumber 😉 Or, maybe all three…. 😁
This may be an unpopular take but I think the law is needed. I think it also needs to be updated to include misogyny. The rise in chauvinistic BS is quite worrying and we need to push back against that too.
Of course policing such things will be tricky, but we have the courts and associated systems, and while that may be a bumpy ride; I hope a few test cases help set some rulings.
History
As I got up the other day, an old memory popped into my head around how the bedroom has looked back in the day.
My mind jumped back to a night after Chams, back when Wee Man was very wee, and Child 2.0 hadn’t been born. I’d come home from the group and was about to get changed, when I chanced a change on my outfit and took a quick snap.
The outfit may be long gone and the heels too, but the feeling of, well, okayness in that moment has stayed. Stayed, and like all memories, amplified by the emotions and imagination that recreates it.
I guess a key part of it was the ‘everydayness’ of it. That I might have come from work, living as all parts of me. While that’s highly unlikely – and I don’t say that negatively – the feeling remains. Being out, being me, and just getting on.
L x
Old photos of us suggest consistency more than change. We’re trans for life and although the clothes wear out, shrink in size (naughty things) and the fashions change, underneath there’s the same trans women alive and existing.
The hate mob has really come out to play in the last decade. And look at the chaos and misery they’ve caused. Legislation against antisocial people is overdue.
Sue x
Indeed, all those and the search for what works for you and makes you, well, you, I would say. To find an outfit that makes you feel comfortable in your own skin, particularly after years of discomfort in suits and similar ‘gender straightjackets’ is, IMO, very liberating.
As to haters, if only social media invested as much time in reducing hatred and lies, as they did profiling people for advertising…. 🙄
I don’t have any photos older than late 2015 when Susie first appeared, although I’ve been dressing on and off since my teens. I suspect that’s more to do with the privacy of digital cameras than anything.
Fashion may change, as Sue says, but I still have one favourite dress I bought in the 1980s, but then it was in a retro 40s/50s style even then, so either doubly dated or relatively timeless.
And yes, Lynn, there’s an appeal about dressing as if it were an everyday outfit suitable for the shops or work or just staying in, without feeling you have to glam up when you have time to be your self.
xx
Retro for the win! 🙂 Funny how some looks have become complete classics – mainstream and otherwise. I do like to see alternative culture update and change as new generations come to it.
As to privacy, I think digital cameras and smartphones have helped the community in that way. Previously there was that ‘take your photos in to be developed’ malarkey. Yeah, maybe a few brave souls did, but taking a self portrait like that must have been trickier back then.