Friday, March 28, 2008

"Don't step out of this house if that's the clothes you're gonna wear."


Did you have a good Easter break? In fact, did you get a break over Easter? Not everyone does these days. Luckily for me, I did. Not that I'm one to gloat. Well, okay, maybe a bit :-)

The other night - at NottsChams - we had a dress code incident. Which is kinda funny (not funny ho ho) because officially we don't have a dress code. I appreciate that there is a certain amount of irony in a group of TG folk reporting what is proper attire. :-) Heh, proper attire, makes me sound like some school ma'am. :-) Now I'm not talking about short skirts or low tops. It's more - how can I put this tactfully? - ah, b*lls to it - fetish gear.

Y'see, the thing about Chams is that while it's a tranny club (Ed: leave it!) pretty much everyone (unless they turn up in bloke mode) makes the effort to look female. I don't mean twin set and pearls. No, clothes range from casual, office, goth, glamorous, punk(y) to bang on trend. However, the link between any of those looks is that the wearer has tried to present a female appearance.

This, I feel, leads us into the crux of the problem. If you turn up very early, the previous groups - kids plus parents - may still be about. From a distance the kids may see a couple of tall or perhaps rather shoulder heavy ladies (Ed: laydeees?) heading into one of the side doors. It's another thing to see a bloke in a too short maid's outfit in loafers and a pair of stockings. No wig, no make-up. You get the picture.

Daphne and I had a quiet word with the person in question because - and I'll be honest here - we (the group) do not feel this is what the group is about. Now, I feel a bit bad about telling this chap that he can't dress like that at Chams, but.... would I want a group of burly guys in maids' outfits turning up? No. Would I want the group to have to move on because we've overstepped the boundaries and upset the other tenants? Again, no. Man, I hate being a clothing fascist. :-)

I guess this flip side to this is would I go to a fetish nightclub dressed in either jeans + t-shirt or a wrap dress and stillies? No, not really. :-)

[ Today's lyric: Fight for your right to party by the Beastie Boys ]

Friday, March 21, 2008

"When I was 7 they said I was strange..."

Hey there unbelievers :-)

The Easter holidays are upon us once again. Let's here it for bank holidays! What follows is a bit of a retro-post. Not so much 'What Lynn Did Next...' but some back story.

A couple of days ago I got in touch with an old school friend (IT is a small world) and we got talking. He - let's call him 'B' - was my best mate at primary school and, for a time, at secondary school too. I remember not fitting in with the other boys in class. They liked fighting and football, I liked Banarama* and books. Alarm bells anyone? :-) But B didn't care and we were mates through the end of the 70s up to the late 80s.

( * So it seems I've always loved girl groups. Trannying? It is your destiny!! :-) )

I've read that men don't form close relationships with their mates, but I think that's not true. I think that we do, its just we don't often talk about them. After all, part of the Man Code (tm) is never admit your true feelings. Mmm... maybe I should have gone for a 'Man Club' gag ('The first rule of Man Club is...'), but there's a risk it may have started to sound very, very camp. :-D

Where was I? Oh yes, close mates. B and I shared most of our growing up experiences - no, not the kinky ones before you think that. Well, apart from him showing me his first porn mag, but that's another story! - and we had very similar interests: larking about, puerile humour, heavy metal, comics, computers, sci-fi, etc. Pretty much typical teenage boy stuff. Ooops. I realised I missed off girls, but to be honest, they didn't really register on the radar at that time. Late developer, just plain shy or other interests? I'll let you be the judge of that one. :-)

So where are we going with this stream of consciousness that bursts from my brain, down my fingers and through the keyboard? The truth of the matter is that I feel I owe him an apology (which - if things go alright if we meet up for a pint - I'll give him). For you guys, it's this: B was a glammie. While I went down the 'angry kid' route - lots of black, looking scruffy and listening to music that sounded like it came from a breaker's yard, B went the other way: long hair, skinny jeans, a bit of slap and doing well with the ladies.

'Course, this look doesn't suit everyone, but he pulled it off and he looked cool too. Hell, it was the 80s. Caught up in my own teenage angst and let's face it, self-denial's an ugly thing right? - I was rude to him when we bumped into each other about a year later. "You look like a ****ing girl," I jibed. B just laughed it off and since that day, whenever I think of school mates, I think back to that time and think: You tw**. Why did you say that?

I suppose that looking back I was jealous. Back then I was trying to project this arrogant macho FU image to the world (Ed: you got arrogant down pat) but internally, and if I'm honest, I wish I'd had the courage to do as B did: namely, just be yourself. I was so not that macho sh** that I presented to the world. I read J17, More and Cosmo et al more than I ever read Kerrang. Once the sea of hormones ebbed, I calmed down a bit, got some perspective - and some professional help - things got a lot easier in my 20s.

So there you go, a bit of regret on my part and some noise from the history faults. Will I tell him all about me when we meet up? No, not unless his asks directly (the gossip did go around town when someone outed me) but I will say sorry. I know it seems a bit daft, but really, your mates: they make life much more fun don't they?

Take care and happy holidays,

[ Lyric: Ugly by the Sugababes. ]

Friday, March 14, 2008

"Reasons to be cheerful. One, two, three..."

Howdy pardners,

It is, as someone once said "it's the little things." Sometimes Lady Luck smiles on you.


The other day I was circling a full car park with Wee Man in the back - who *really* wanted to go the park and not wait 10 mins while I found a space. As a looped back, someone pulled out and we slipped straight in. The rain that was forecast never arrived and I found a tenner in my wallet.


Earlier in the week - after the wind had died down - I made a trip into town for a spot of shopping. I was running low on tights having put my finger through my fishnets and then laddered my only set of patterned opaques. After two quick purchases I nipped into New Look to see what was on offer. I found two pencil skirts - one was too big (yay!) and the other just right (and only a fiver as it was in the sale). On the way back to the bus-stop I nipped into my preferred charity shop and picked up a new top: dark brown with swirls on it (Per Una no less).


The evening at NottsChams started off slowly and the outfit I'd originally planned failed as I forgot to pack my denim skirt. Luckily for me, I'd got the pencil number from New Look in the bag, so it was that instead. I had a nice chat with the regulars (including our new Fairy Godmother [wink]) and then a load of new people turned up. I had a quick chat with a young lady called Julie (nice to meet up) and then Sam & Vicky turned up. I've not seen Samantha for sometime and it was nice to catch up and meet her partner too. I felt a little old when Sam revealed her age. :)

Well, that's me done for another week. I hope you had a good one!

ps: In all the rush that was January, I missed a little milestone. Thursday, 27th January 2006 was my first night out to Nottingham. It seems like so long ago. Two years! Wow. Where does the time go?

[ Today's lyric is Faithless with Reaons (Saturday Night)... sampled from The Blockheads. ]

Friday, March 07, 2008

"Where it's out of reach and it's in the dark"


How you doing? This week has been a bit up and down. Lurching at work from crisis to quiet spot in as many hours. While some say that you should leave home life at the door of work (something I don't subscribe to), it's equally hard to leave work just at the office when you come home. If you're fried from work, your fried from work. Luckily, it is now the weekend and so thoughts of reports, emergency project meetings and system builds can be locked away with the work laptop, put aside until Monday morning. :)

My ability to blog - such that it is - varies based on how tired I am. I read recently that "there is no more sombre enemy of good art than the pram in the hall." Well, I wouldn't go so far as to say that this blog is art. If I had a picture of half a shark or a pile of bricks, maybe, but my musings? No. The sentiment remains the same for me although it's not the pram. It's the fog - and I can only describe the feeling as that - where creative thoughts cannot penetrate. Right now, I'm coming out of the foggy tunnel I've been in since around 3pm today.

My creativity is beginning to return. Just as well considering one of my main hobbys is forum-based roleplaying. (Ed: A tranny? Living in a fantasy world? Shurely shome mishtake?). Ahh, now I'm reaching for the backspace key. Why is this? The feeling that I've revealed too much of who I am or the feeling that my hobby is nerdy? More of the former than the latter I feel. I run games on the forum (normally sci-fi or modern) and although there are dice throwers (for those who like that sort of thing) the games I enjoy the most are now more group story telling than anything else. Should you be curious, no, they don't suspect any link between this 'life' and my real one. :)

Funny, I've just belted out a few paragraphs and on the way home my mind was pretty much blank as to what I was going to talk (write?) about. Clearly a cup of tea and reading a bedtime story was just what the doctor ordered. :) Talking of doctors, there's an interesting article about blogging and beating the blues. Perhaps I should have written about that! :) Just time for a music reference and we're sorted. The weekend can begin!

Take care,

[ Today's lyric: Faith No More's Falling to Pieces ]

Monday, March 03, 2008

"Two worlds and in between..."


So did you watch it? It being Beeb 3's Mrs In-Betweeny. The show was part of BBC3's new drama selection; a raft of one off programmes all with a different theme. I don't know if BBC3 is pushing the boat with some of the story lines - inasmuch that they're left of your typical drama slot centre - or if they're using them to test the water for a full series. Who can say? Foo Action and Being Human were both well worth watching (IMO). Different, I feel, is good. Push the medium a little, take a few risks. You never know, something very cool may come out of it.

I thought Amelia Bullmore played the character of Emma/Brendan very well. She got down a couple of ticks that blokes do as well as mixing it up with usual body language. The wardrobe choices made me smile. The script or performances may not please everyone, but I enjoyed it. I really felt for the character at the end of the show. The line of "We're all freaks, Mum" made me chuckle. Ahhh, we're back to the odd adage: what is normal. :) If they did do a series of this, which I'm scepitcal about, I do wonder where they'd go with it. If you live in the UK - or if you're handy with a proxy - you can catch a re-run of the show on BBC iPlayer.

On another note: do programmes like this - where the hero(ine) is shown in a sympathic light - bring acceptance? Do people look beyond the characture to the 'person' underneath? Sometimes I wonder if the way to our collective hearts is not from the mouth, the soapbox or the pulpit, but what is in our daily soaps. :)

[ Today's lyric: Lucretia My Reflection by The Sisters of Mercy ]