Friday, July 29, 2011

"I miss the catch if they throw me the ball"


A night out with friends was just what I needed to rechage the proverbial batteries. It was, of course, time for a party at Chams. In days of yore, it would have been Cream on the Green, but with the ever present risk of the British Monsoon, plus the descending horde of bluebottles (Ed: Flies? Chavs of the insect world!), we decided not to risk it.

I arrived early as per and put a few tables out before heading upstairs to get changed. I had the laptop with me, a track list planned and an outfit. It was almost as if I was sorted. Talking of which, the Black Dog remains on his (or her?) summer holidays and the anti-miserablist tables have been reduced too. Seriously - and as Mr Dury once sang - reasons to be cheerful. Where was I? Oh, rambling as per no doubt! ;-) Equipment and tranny gear present... Well, despite a slight hiccup, where I almost set off without packing probably the most important bit of cross-dressing kit, a wig.

When we have a do, sometimes we opt for a take away meal and I reckon the local Chinese resturant closes early after we've fixed their profits for one night. This time, we opted for a fuddle. Basically, that's a meal where everyone brings a few dishes or items along. Plates of sarnies, nibbles, cake (mmmm!) and healthy things too.

Talking of healthy, I've actually started a diet. A proper, watch what you eat diet. Despite crash dieting as a teenager, I've pretty much avoided doing the latter and concentrated on walking and being careful. It seems that a rather good holiday and a growing list of bad dietary habits during the evening, has put curves in place.... unfortunately, not the right place. So, it's either a whole new his & hers wardrobe, or cutting back. Cutting back it is then. So far, so good, although it is early days. One of the upsides is I'm eating more fruit & veg, and I feel better for it. Less bloated and the smaller portions mean I take my time to enjoy what I do have. Fingers crossed, eh?

Anyway, back to the party, Sandi had brought along the new disco lights. The mini-speakers I donated last time, managed to punch out enough noise when hooked up. I stumbled on a free program called Mixxx and that was participially helpful. It makes good - to my untrained ear - queuing/mixing system. Just put your MP3s in he queue, click auto-DJ and let it take the strain in shifting seamlessly between songs.

Outfit-wise, it was the Dotty P's dress and as a change, some purple footless tights. It being a party, I though I'd try some false lashes again. Well, in for a penny eh? As there was only me up their, I did my slap first as that would let the others have free reign of the mirror as I got changed. All seemed to go well on the make-up front and I managed a few 'work in progress' photos. I'm not sure what I'll do with those as yet, but we'll see. Why do it? Following the various trans / make-over videos on YouTube (Ed: not those ones!) I was curious how I'd look going from Bob to Lynn mode. I guess we'll see... or rather, you won't ;-)

Look sorted, it was time to catch up with friends and generally mill about. I got to talk with Emma, who I hadn't seen in ages. Then it was social butterfly mode to sort out a raffle draw, make a few announcements and generally have an all round good time.

Oh, we played Rounders too. Yes, in heels (except me - I brought spare gladiator sandals just in case!). If there were prizes to be had, top marks to Maddy for being able to run in very high heels and Sophie for not sinking in hers. Despite being an all round numpty at sport, I did manage to hit the ball the once. Yay for tubby Dads in drag :-) Silly stuff and good fun too.

That's me done for another post. I hope you have a good week.

Take care,

[ Today's lyric: That's Not My Name by The Ting Tings ]

Friday, July 22, 2011

"Life in a Northern town..."

Hello again dear reader,

I hope all is well with you and yours. Time for another post in the old blog! The week's been a little busier than usual, mainly due to the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones being away for a while. So, yeah, I was house husband for a bit. While it was a little difficult in places - clearly I'm not quite as with it as my ego would suggest - it was very rewarding. I mean the main thing is the chance to spend a decent amount of time with the kids. There was a fair bit of dog walking, some baking, a bit of Plasticine monster mash (don't ask) and we were sorted. Anyways, the ELMJ is now back safe and sound, so maybe things will quieten down. Oh wait, no; the school's have broken up, so Wee Man will be lording it up with a number of weeks of free-time. Ahh, school holidays, they seemed to go on forever. (Ed: caution 'jumpers as goal posts' moment could be approaching :-P ).

By chance, I happened to be looking through the telly's EPG and I caught a show on BBC3 called Jamie: Drag Queen at 16 (it'll be on iPlayer if you're quick and there's some clips on YouTube). Okay, while I think there is a difference between drag folk and trans folk, we do walk a similar path. From outside eyes, there's seems considerably more fabulous than our rather more high street look. Personally, I find it tricky to get the balance between wanting to look good, but not wanting to look too trans or too fabulous. Maybe that's the real difference and while I might be able to sync along to a Girls Aloud track with the best of them, I think I lack the 'attitood' to really be a performer. Perhaps more accurately, a good performer. :-) Oh, and a jaw that can be used to clear snow from the roads doesn't help either, but let's move on. ;-)

But back to the TV show in question. As the programme rolled on, I couldn't help but feel for Jamie. Not to feel sorry, but feel for him as a person. He's young, wants to be true to himself and although he was okay with being openly gay, that last step on the glittery staircase in f*** me pumps seemed a little too much. Yet - bless 'im - he did it all in spades and what brought a smile to my face, was that a) his friends were with him, and b) when push came to shove with the School saying it going to the prom in drag wasn't fully appropriate, so the rest of the year seemed to rally to support him too. Was there an element of teenage 'sticking it to the Man' in that? Perhaps, but then with social conformity and other such pressures, I found it very cool to see the School back down and just let him be. To stick your neck out at that age; the midst of your teenage years when you are tagged by your actions, seemed - to me at least - incredibly brave.

Sure, being a simple tranny, I'm highly likely to fall on his side. It must have taken a lot of guts to come completely out and be completely out there. I think it's one thing to post a few snaps and turn up to a trans social group once in a while. Not that I mean to belittle that and I'm chuffed with having those chances. I certainly wouldn't have made new friends quite so easily. I think that another key difference is that I, and maybe a few other tranny folk out there, get to go back to our day jobs as Regular Blokes.

But ignoring that angle, a young lad who is at ease with himself rather than being messed up by it all. What's not to like? Maybe it is as the slogan says: It Gets Better.

Take care,

[ Today's lyric: Life in a Northern Town by Dream Academy ]

Friday, July 15, 2011

"We're pretty, a-pretty vacant...
And we don't care"

Howdy all,

I think it was around Tuesday, possibly mid to late afternoon, that I found myself thinking about wanting to feel pretty again. To our non-tranny reader(s), that may sound a bit odd, but then I've never found the whole trans thing to make any particular sense. ;-) So after a good six weeks or so, the Tranny Force returned. Not with a bang, but the gentle nudge of be nice to stretch those legs and make an effort, no?

Despite being unable to shift the holiday induced spare tire, or so it felt, I packed a bag - with just the one outfit mind (Ed: another first?) - and headed off to Chameleons. Despite a little issue in the nail varnish department, I think I managed to get everything on the right way around and I hadn't lost the ability to walk in heels. I guess it is like riding a bike, only a bit more hip movement is involved :-P

I got to catch up with the Unusual Suspects and there was the post-Sparkle discussion. Sophie's comments about the hotel room being larger than her friend's house tickled me. As did her tale of falling up the split level stairs. I don't know why, but my brain painted it in a sort of glamorously dressed Mrs Doyle doing a comedy tumble (Ed: for you overseas readers, Google Father Ted and then check YouTube).

We also had a visit from a few new folk. One group where mother & son - I shall keep their names on the QT. We talked about this and that. People mingled and I hope they both got something out of the evening. Other than meeting them - which is interesting in itself - it reminded a few of us what it was like when we were a lot younger. I don't know about you, but while I'd have loved to have met and talked with people like me, I also think I would have probably freaked out and not made it through the door. Hell, it wasn't until my late 20s that I think I got over the worry about being a tranny. Add a few more years on the clock and I'd say it took until my mid 30s to be totally okay with it. I doubt I'm unique on that front and if it was similar for you, or equally not so much, you know where the comment box is. :-)

The next meeting will be the Summer Party and yours truly will be supplying a few tunes via the laptop. I'm not sure what I'll be picking yet and although I did find some freeware DJ software, I've yet to really get my head around it. Part of me would like to put together some type of mix for the evening.... however, there's a larger part that's happier to sit about and not have to go over another learning curve. :-D

In all the laid back attitude to getting ready, I forgot to pack my camera, so I will be relying on the generosity of others to oblige a snap (thanks to Sophie and Val!). Hopefully I didn't crack the lens. At the end of the evening, a few of the group headed off to a local pub (trans friendly) outside of town. I was tempted to go along, however, heading home in Lynn Mode isn't always the best idea when Wee Man might wake up wanting to spend a penny. Really, I've no idea how to bluff that one by him. ;-)

Take care,

[ Today's lyric: Pretty Vacant by The Sex Pistols ]

Friday, July 08, 2011

"Summertime, And the livin' is easy"

Hey all,

Hmmm.... Where to start with this one? Well.... I guess it's a bit tricky to write about tranny stuff when ... umm... you're not actually doing any trannying. :-) So it goes!

This coming Thursday is Chameleons and I think I will try to make the effort to go in Lynn-mode. I'm not making any promises mind you. If goes all summery and hot, I shall forsake the glad rags for want of a bit of cooler attire. Let's hope I can still remember how to walk in my heels. :-)

I believe it's Sparkle this weekend and with the 'meh' vibe towards all things dressing up, I can't say I'm overly fussed. Perhaps that's a good job because a) the weather seems to be performing mini-monsoons; and b) it's also midway through the Jones family birthday season (not mine should you ask). That does make it rather frantic on occasion. That said, all the effort of wrapping presents, making cakes (Ed: yes, eat your heart out Jane Asher! :-P ) and visiting is worth it for the smile on the other person's face.

When the sky wasn't doing an impression of a power-shower, the Jones family have been out and about making the best of it. We had a long walk - not so easy on Little Miss's legs as she's pre-school; a family picnic and a day out in a local country park. Really, I can't say that I had a particular fave per say. Each day out was special in its own way. Just being able to wander through the countryside and take in the glorious views was worth it.

Oh, that reminds me. Since the holiday, the Black Dog has been marked by its absence. Now that is something to be thankful for. There, and I said I didn't have any news. ;-) I've got an appointment with the quack - sorry, the doctor - to review the happy tablets and with a bit of luck, I shall be out of the darkness and back into the light. I do feel a lot better, not happy, but just... me. Relaxed, unworried and without that pressing weight that depression seems to bring. I can't say I'm sorry to see the back of that. :-)

Take care,

[ Today's lyric: Summertime by George Gershwin... and a few others ]

Friday, July 01, 2011

"And every kid on the whole damn street,
Was gonna make it big and not be beat."


There are days when ideas for a post, or perhaps even just something to talk about, come thick and fast. The thing is though, it's not so much the raw generation of ideas.... well, actually, that's not 100% true and I dare say that if you're like me, you look out of the window, sigh to yourself and wonder how you're going to fill the white space of the input form. Okay, moving on from that, if I do have something to discuss, it's how to start it. Sometimes I get hung up on just saying hello, whereas other times - like now - a stream of consciousness bursts forward to fill the t'interwebs with fluff live and direct from the back of my head. :-)

So - and as was said on a popular comedy show - what's occurring? Wee Man's birthday is later in the month, so the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones and I have been carefully stashing presents in the house. TBH, he's a good lad and doesn't (yet) go looking through the cupboards. "Whose are these heels, Daddy?" :-) I guess there's just the wrapping and a suitable birthday cake to sort out now. It was also his sports day and bless him, like his ma + pa, he's a thinker, not a runner. It might not do his self-esteem much good coming last, but at the same time, you do what you can as a parent to praise and encourage in the areas where your kids do excel. Wee Man's is imagination and provided he's focused correctly, off he goes. It's quite thrilling to be involved.

Talking of families, I have over the past few months been making more use of Facebook. Me along with seemingly everyone else on the planet. :-) One thing that has happened - well, other than me making and sticking to a personal promise to quit on games that suck time away - is the extent of the social network. I don't say this as a brag, moreover as an observation. It's like a little web that grows out from friends that you find. I found an old school friend on there and slowly, friends from my childhood slipped back into my social circle.

Really, the above is the reason for today's post. Not from a trans PoV, but that these old friends, I've not seen in 20 years plus. The last mental picture I have of them would be when I was secondary school or earlier (11ish?). Now, of course, these people are grown up, some with families of their own. What amuses me, and not in a nasty way, is how like our parents we become in looks and actions.

Sometimes that's a good thing, but there is the odd person - by that I mean a parent - who's behavior is less that ideal. My own childhood was good - very good compared to some folks' and that's down to my folks doing the best they could. Yet I know of now-grown-up kids whose behaviour mimics the negative cycle of their own parents. Don't take this as a smug-as-sh** post, I think it's more a pondering over why they're doing what they're doing and how much sway do you have over your genetic programming/fate?

Answers on a post-card to the usual address.

Take care,

[ Today's lyric: The Kids Aren't Alright by The Offspring ]