Friday, April 25, 2008

"You're the other side of the world to me"

Hey peeps,

Good week? I hope so.

So what's been going on in GenderLand then? Well, I was going to talk about spring cleaning and 'are you a hoarder' after I finally had a chuck out. It seems that spring has arrived because some of the other ladies from Chams had been doing the same thing. Trannys, we're just a slave to the seasons both in terms of fashion... and tidying up. :)

This weeks Chams was different for two reasons, firstly we had guests (more on that later) and as Sandi & Tracey where away, I had to open up. I must confess I was a bit nervous about it, but I'd got everything ready the night before, so I just needed to put the kids to bed, grab my bag and head off. I arrived quite early and there was no-one about. I put the milk away, got the signing in book from the cupboard and waited. I waited a bit more and I got that creeping doubt that I'd got the date wrong. Have you ever arrived to a meeting early and wondered if you'd got the right room or wrong time? Well, that was me.

I got tired to waiting and checked the book. Luckily, some kind soul had written the dates in there and it was the right day. Phew! So, as no-one was about, I thought I'd get changed in the side room behind the bar. I could hear who may come in and I wouldn't be out of sight of the money I'd put down. Of course, as soon as I started to put my face on (that's not as HellRaiser as it sounds), there was a knock at the door and Val wanted to be let in. Hurray! Company!!

Talking of company - and no names this time - we had two guests. A very nice couple who'd come along to ask questions about one of their relations. Their relation had recently come out to them as being TG and they wanted to learn about it. So we made them a drink (thanks Val!) and sat down and had a good old chat about the subject. They said that they knew very little about it and if it hadn't been for the Internet and the help of a friend they'd never have found the group or the knowledge they were looking for. I was surprised - and a little disappointed - to hear that they'd mailed other social groups and had nothing back. Oh, the perils of email eh?

It was a very interesting meeting because you don't get - well, not often - to engage with Jo(e) Public on such a level. Last night all sides got to ask and get the answers to various questions. It wasn't all serious and we had a few laughs along the way. I hope they left with a little less worry than when they came in.

Normally Chams is about a cup of tea and a chat. I know that may sound a tad dull to those of you who'd prefer a drink and a disco, but it's a great place to meet up with people who are like you. There's a lot to be said about a sense of community. Anyhoo, the last meeting was very much your classic 'support' meeting rather than a social. I left feeling happy to have met up with my friends and also hoping that they'd left feeling more positive.

Take care,
Lynn

[ Today's lyric: Other side of the World by K T Tunstall ]

Friday, April 18, 2008

"What were skies like when you were young?"

Hello gentle readers,

Earlier in the week I had the pleasure of eating my lunch under pale blue sky in a local park. I sat quietly on a bench enjoying the view. My telephone was set to silent and I had nothing to rush back to the office for. Just me, a tasty sandwich, the distant rush of traffic and the soft whisper of a breeze. I could hear birdsong as I'd switched off my MP3 player. It was one of those cherished moments of calm that, if you're lucky, find you.

What made it all the more enjoyable is that I hadn't gone looking for it. I could have quite easily walked back to work, caught the bus or gone window shopping. Instead, I found my feet taking me along a route I'd never taken, a spur of the moment thing if you like. I sat with my thoughts just enjoying the greenry of the place, the rise of Spring out from Winter. The blue sky reminded me of childhood memories. The ones where the weather is idealised from memory: perfect summer sky, snow or lashing with rain.

My lunch finished, I dusted the crumbs from my suit and looked out over the park. A few people passed by, each one in their own thoughts. As I stood, I wondered how much of 'now' my son will remember. With the thought of my kids in my head, I dropped my litter in the bin (Ed: so middle class!) and set off back to the office.

Lyric: The Orb's Little Fluffy Clouds.

Friday, April 11, 2008

"Get out of clothes time..."

Hey peeps,

How's tricks? All good I hope! I've just come in from being sat in the garden enjoying the spring weather and now I'm being distracted by Futurama on Sky Three. So much for blogging while the TVs on. (Ed: no, not that type of TV).

[ time passes ]

Okay, now the gender bending festival featuring Coilette has ended, I can start waffling on. :-) I went out to Chams the other night and it was good to catch up with friends. The group decided on a logo and following last month's *ahem* wardrobe malady, a dress code and other amendments to the group's statement is firmly on the cards. After all, we wouldn't want Joe Public to think we're odd or anything now would we? :)

The other day I caught an article that mentioned Caryn Franklin's website / blog (remember her from The Clothes Show?). Ever curious, and lets face it name me a tranny who's not in search of quick fashion fixes, I thought I'd check it out.

There are some good tips on there but it's the blog that caught my eye. I'm not going to 'review' the site because that's not fair and quite frankly irrelevant. No, I was surprised to see how connected to some of the things a fashion writer had to say. I don't mean this in a "ooo, look at me, I'm +so+ in touch with my femme side" sh*te, but more the general - dare I say? - cynicism against the marketing of fashion. Perhaps I'm being naive, but really is there any other area of consumerism that is so heavily 'pushed' as fashion is? Mind you, I shouldn't bite the hand that feeds given that I shelled out on new jeans when I've already got a wardrobe of clothes as is. :D


How much do we go through in a year I wonder? In blokes clothing I buy infrequently and most of my wardrobe could be (politely) described as Surf Dad; you know: bootleg jeans, comfy trainers and 'skate' t-shirts (Ed: she doesn't mean skate as in fish either). Basically the half-pipe and slippers of the 00s. :D On the other hand - and let's face it I'm on a budget in terms of space, shopping time and cash flow - my female wardrobe moves much, much faster. Where does all this fast fashion end up? Charity shops? Landfill? China?

Interestingly (no really), there's an article (on-line) at Psychologies that discusses the 'must have it' phenomenon that drives us. Sure, it got us out of the trees and brought us to where we are today. However, the pursuit of material wealth, does it bring us lasting pleasure?

Today's lyric: Want you bad by The Offspring.

Friday, April 04, 2008

"The way she feels inside,
Those thoughts I can't deny"

Hey there,

You know how those old routines used to start with: "A funny thing happened on the way to the theatre"? Well, I had two slightly odd incidents this week... and I don't even work in theatre. Two times where I'm glad I kept my trap shut rather than blurting out what's rattling around my brain.

The first incident was when I dropped my lad off at school. One of the mums - clearly a working mum - had on a pair of 20s style heels. I'd put money on them being the same ones I got from New Look the Christmas before last. I've got a pair just like them and they are probably the comfiest high heels I've ever owned. Great for dancing in too. I very nearly said to the lady who I was having a conversation with: "Great shoes, I've got some just like that." Luckily I didn't!

The second time around was at work. We were sat in the canteen talking complete rubbish having a comedy time-out and a young lady strolls by in a pencil skirt and a high necked blouse. You know the sort, they're in fashion at the mo. So my tranny circuits kick off and I nearly say: "I'm not sure about those high necked tops." Not the sort of thing you want to say to you unaware co-workers who you'd like to keep unaware! :-)

They say these things come in threes so I shall be watching what I'm saying for the next few days!

Take care and have a good weekend,
Lynn

PS: I bought my first pair of jeans this week. Well, ladies jeans anyway. A bargain and they'll make a change from the usual skirt or smart trousers I wear. (Ed: A tranny looking forward to wearing trousers? Something must be wrong :-) )

Today's lyric: Dirty Little Secret by The All-American Rejects.