Archive | September 2015

Go for it! … Go for it!

I did have a subject for today’s post but events have overtaken me, so instead I shall relate my experiences of contact I had with Police Scotland.

Unexpectedly I found that I had to go to the bank down town at short notice and this, unfortunately, meant that I didn’t have time to prepare for my intended first sole outing “en femme” as I had slept in and time was of the essence, so I just had to “boy up” and head on out. I got the necessary things together and headed off, parking outside the Police Station. From there it’s only a short walk to the bank, but as I left the car I realised that even though I was in a short-term parking spot I would still have time to call into the Police Station on the way back to do something I had thought of a few weeks ago.

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Adolescent breasts 50 years past due date and NHS gripes

I will say from the outset that I don’t intend to pull any punches with this blog.  I will say my piece, with complete openness and honesty, about my personal journey towards transition and all other matters surrounding it which I feel are relevant or may be of interest to anyone reading my posts.

That will mean that no subject matter is taboo, no matter how private, and without regard for anyone else’s personal bigotry or dogma.  If anyone is made to feel uncomfortable by anything that I write here then they are quite welcome to go read someone else’s blog, that is their choice in a free world. This is my blog and I reserve the right to voice my own opinions on all matters.

Today’s post is about the early changes which my body and in some ways my mind are going through, and my disappointment and dissatisfaction with the way the NHS in the UK “processes” the needs of people with Gender Dysphoria.

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So many years of denial

I have been meaning to start this blog for over two years, but now I finally feel I know enough about myself to make it worthwhile and meaningful.

May 2013, just three months short of my 60th birthday, I finally realised why my life had always seemed in some way “removed” from my own sense of being; I had been denying my innermost thoughts and feelings and, basically, lying to myself and everyone around me.

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