YATGB – Page 3 – Yet Another Transgender Blog

Script: Rapid

23 March, 2022 Lynn Jones Shade, Uncategorized

Scene: two people are sat drinking coffee on a park bench. There’s a small dog on an extender lead sniffing nearby. Fiaz: Oh man I needed coffee this morning. Delia: No one makes a cup like Man In An Old Van. Just, try to stick to one a day. I had two last weekend and I swear I could see time slow down. Fiaz: Ha ha. I could do with a bit of extra time. The twins are running me flat out. Delia: It’ll get easier. How old are they now? Fiaz: They’re three next birthday. Delia: It’ll be easier when they turn twenty. Fiaz: Oh, thanks for the encouraging words. How’s the search going to be a motivational speaker? […]

Is it little victories?

18 March, 2022 Lynn Jones Uncategorized

Hi, How’s things with you? Over here in Chez Jones, it’s been somewhat up and down. Not just with yours truly, but seemingly all of us. Perhaps I shouldn’t be dosing the tea with medical grade hallucinogens? 🤔 The Ever Lovely Mrs J had a bit of a dip given her health issues got on top of her. Wee Man, bless him, has restarted his medication and seems to be picking up after a rough start to university. Finally, Child 2.0 didn’t go to school today and they were in tears this morning, bless them. We think that maybe down to too much on at school. But sometimes, I think the best thing you can do is stop. Walk away […]

The strange lens

11 March, 2022 Lynn Jones Uncategorized

Hi, As I was getting ready the other night, I had one of those moments of why am I doing this? That sightly off-centre thought that makes you question what’s going on. It’s all the…. malarkey and faffing about. A close shave, packing a bag, strapping in to shapewear, painting my face various colours, and then putting on fake hair. It’s all a bit…. confusing at times. But, so to perhaps is yelling at eleven folk pushing a ball around the grass, getting involved in a fabricated drama about people who do not exist, or tapping madly on a plastic controller to move some coloured lights on a screen. Well, look who’s had their vitamin cynicism today 😉 Perhaps the […]

Change

4 March, 2022 Lynn Jones Uncategorized

Hi, This week sees the Scottish Parliament move forward with changes to human rights. Specifically, rights that will improve things for people who are transitioning or who have. Reading the statements made, it seems they wish to make the law match how people are living their lives. As with any change – be it in society, technology, or personally – it, change, seems to run on a curve. One that starts with enthusiasm, and moves through acceptance, uncertainty, dislike, before ending with opposition. I think a key issue can be a binary approach to a complex situation: reducing the options down to do or don’t. Instead, discussion and perhaps compromise might bring a solution that’s suitable to many. The catch […]

Against the storm

25 February, 2022 Lynn Jones Uncategorized

Hi, Okay, Lynn: put your metaphorical big girl pants on and let’s give this a go. I’ve heard it said that a way to break through writer’s block is to just write. Hammer at the keys and just go. I guess staring at the page doesn’t move things along. At the moment, I feel like a person in a small row boat, bobbing slowly along in a foggy sea. Occasionally, cyclopean hulks will drift by, their shadowy wake dwarfing the light and any sense of safety. The pandemic, the war, the campaign of hate, etc. I would say that feels like three out of four on the horseperson Pokémon apocalypse special. If you catch ’em all, you get a free […]

Cloak

18 February, 2022 Lynn Jones Uncategorized

I can’t quite put my finger on this, but it feels at the mo, that I’m wearing a heavy cloak. A heaviness in the arms and across the shoulders. One that seems to vanish if I sit down and ignore the world. Or, when I’m out walking, the wind and sunlight lift it away. I would add, just for clarity, please don’t imagine a bloke of middling years in *just* a cloak. Stood there like an ailing stripper or medieval flasher 🙂 Good evening, Master Wayne. I assume the Joker stole your batsuit again? He is a wag… Where was I? So, with it being half term, I’ve had the week off. Less early to rise, less busy-busy, and more […]