Shared journeys

Hi, A bit of a personal post today. I met someone for lunch. I’ll can call her* W, (* as in a non-trans lady ) and while I think it’s unlikely she’ll ever read this, I’ll extend the same courtesy of anonymity to W, as I do to the Ever Lovely Mrs J, Wee Man and Little Miss. For any of you wondering if this may take a salacious turn, may I be the first to disappoint and say neither of us are from The Fens, so it’s not like that ;-P W had made no secret of her struggle against the Black Dog. While we’d had a few shortish chats over t’interwebs, I don’t know about you, but I […]

Read more

Every kinda wrong. Every kinda right.

Hi, A couple of weekends ago, I was sat reading the news when the Ever Lovely Mrs J asked: ‘have you read that article by Grayson Perry?’ Perhaps my TransRSS was on the blink, as I’d not, so she elaborated. “It’s about What’s Gone Wrong With Men?“ A word to the wise: you might want to read the above first and make your own mind up, before reading my thoughts. _________________________________ Back? Sitting comfortably? My initial thought to Mrs J’s question around What’s Gone Wrong With Men? was Why are you asking me? I’m not exactly in-tune with Joe Normal, but I’ve learned to keep remarks that might accidentally upset or embarrass, to myself. By the way, I mean upset or […]

Read more

Money, money, money

Hi, With the summer hols in full swing, it’s been a doddle to zip down the ring road and into work. No more school run for me for a few weeks and plenty of people away on holiday too. As such, I’m ahead on my hours and an early start, means an early finish in my book. All good reasons for a good mood. Oh, and it’s Friday. Woo! And it was Chams last night, Woo hoo! 🙂 Talking of good things, Sandi and I have been on the look out for a way to help boost the group’s funding. Luckily we didn’t go ahead with our currency speculation or pole dancing club. Much as the latter would have been […]

Read more

Dress? Go. Lashes? Go.
Curves? Go! Make-up? Go!
We have ignition!

Hi, This time last night, well, as I type with somewhat cold fingers, I had finally had chance to try on my birthday present. It was a gift from the Ever Lovely Mrs J. A dress, in fact. But, when you’re trans-something-or-other, a gift from your spouse, such as earrings, a dress or suchlike. It’s so much more than a present; it is, at least to me, acceptance. A twinkle in their eye, that they know what they’ve bought you, will delight. We all have things that we like: certain bands, football teams (Ed: don’t go there, Lynn), authors, gadget manufacturers, clothing shops, chocolates or films. I have, for a little while, been admiring Desigual’s dresses. It’s the cut, the colours, […]

Read more

I find your lack of faith prevalent

Hi, Earlier this week, I had the opportunity to go to a funeral of a friend’s dad. There is that collective noun of gentlemen, but, and not to labour the point, not all gentlemen are, if that makes sense. He was. But, and this may be obvious, I think there are two reasons to go to a funeral: one is for yourself, the other, is for other people. BTW, when I say yourself, if it’s your funeral, your attendance is usually a given. Well, unless this is a spy story or similar. 🙂 No, ‘for yourself’, I mean, if you want to say goodbye to someone, or suchlike. When you go for others, I think you go to be there […]

Read more