Wow, what a crap fest 2020 was, right up to the last day!
On New Year’s Eve I realised I wasn’t going to be able to suffer the pain any more over the upcoming long weekend, and so got an emergency appointment at the dentist and had two teeth removed. That doesn’t leave me with a vast selection any more.
Roll on 2021, I thought.
Welcome to 2021. Welcome to … A new lock down until at least the end of January! Wonderful!
Whilst being an advocate for LGBT+ rights I have made a point of keeping away from mainstream politics on this blog because it can become a wormhole that sucks one in and can be hard to escape from, but for a long time I’ve been wanting to find something that could highlight just how wrong I feel the current administration in the USA is.
Last night Joe Biden gave his speech to the Democratic National Convention and if ever there were an example of the difference between the current incumbent and a “normal” and caring human being then this is it.
I’m linking here to the whole speech so that you may judge for yourself, and I urge all Americans to use their vote in the upcoming election to democratically help rid the world of the vile, despotic, narcissistic and incompetent disgrace that currently sits in the Oval Office.
I, for one, want to be able to believe in America again.
Ever since I had my “epiphany” and fully recognised the truth about myself I have wanted to be able to go out in public looking as female as that beatch “Mother Nature” will allow.
It’s been a long, hard road because I’m just over 6 feet tall, fairly sturdily built, have large ears, large hands, large feet and, most disappointingly, androgenetic alopecia a.k.a. Male Pattern Baldness. In my case this baldness is not complete (as in the whole of the top of my head is bald) but I have a deep bald “river” on each side and a central “patchiness” to my hair.
There comes a point in history when the minutiae of the details of an event becomes irrelevant.
Who fired the first shot in the American Civil War?
Who fired the arrow that hit King Harold in the eye?
Who invented pizza?
The same applies when looking at Stonewall. It really doesn’t matter whether the details are fully known, what is important is the legacy it leaves behind and, MOST importantly, what we DO with that legacy.
Tomorrow I’ll be posting about how the legacy of Stonewall affected my life this very day and turned it into something special and memorable for me, but in the meantime here’s a really interesting video that proves my point entirely.
You know you get those days sometimes; those days where you look around and see so many things that need doing, but every time you ask your brain if it wants to get involved it gives you a big “NAH!! … Go away and leave me alone!!”. Well today is one of those days.
It happens to be my birthday too, although I don’t think there’s a connection.
67 years ago today I was probably kicking and screaming my way onto this planet, poor planet. But today it’s like all I can do is make another coffee, sit around waiting for the rerun of today’s F1 Grand Prix, and watch never-ending YouTube videos.
So here’s the one that sums today up perfectly. 😀
(R.I.P. Leonard Nimoy, and thank you for the memories)
I’m in a quandary and can’t make up my mind which route to take.
As regular readers will know I’ve been helping to run my local Transgender Support Group for over 4 years now and said a couple of weeks ago that I’d had enough and would be stepping down. I’ve actually been trying to step away from running the group for over 18 months because I find the mental energy that’s required is more than I feel able to exert.
Every time something comes along that the group could get involved with in order to spread the word about transgender issues or to advocate for the LGBT+ community, especially in my local area, it fires up my internal inspiration and I feel that this is something I need to be doing.
After the somewhat emotionally traumatic week I’ve had it’s been so helpful to have received a lot of reassurance and support from my readers and fellow bloggers. Thank you to all who have been in touch, it really means a lot.
I followed up on one comment I received by reading through that lady’s blog and came across something which has highlighted a dilemma I face.
This is not an easy post for me to write and it may be a little disjointed.
For the past four years I’ve been one of the Coordinators of our local transgender support organisation, a position which has meant so much to me because of the good that has been achieved by the group and the help that we have been able to provide to so many people at various stages of their journeys of discovery and awareness.
Unfortunately, due to personal difficulties that I have, I realised about eighteen months ago that this work was becoming too much for me and I made it clear that I needed to step down and hand over to someone who would be able to cope better with the demands of the position. That change never happened, and then along came Covid-19.