Summertime
Summertime for trans folk is a strange time. You would think it’s all floaty dresses, smooth pins and fancy wedges. What could be more transtastic than all that? Hmmm. Well, summertime is an odd time. It’s a time when The Urge – to use a highly technical term – just seems to fade away. It doesn’t go completely – hell, I still double take when walking past Dotty P’s summer collection – but it does seem to abate. Last week P. asked if I was going out to Notts, but truthfully, I wasn’t really interested. This weekend is also the monthly meeting of the girls at Leicester, and to tell you the truth in all this excitement, I’ve kinda lost […]
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