Sometimes it can take a while for the obvious to come along, slap you in the face, and say “Listen to yourself, stupid!”. Well today I finally listened.
A few months after my “day of revelation” as to my true self, some five years or so ago, I confided in a dear friend online that I felt the need for “a man”, and very soon after that a transman did come into my life.
He is still there, although our relationship has moved on from what it was, and I wouldn’t be without him in my life. But what I also have in my life is “wifey”.
“Wifey”. Now there’s a word!
To say that things between wifey and myself are somewhat difficult would be an understatement, and earlier today my brain finally slapped me in the face and woke me up as to the main reason why.
Well here’s a blog post I didn’t expect to be writing during this lifetime.
I went for a coffee with some friends yesterday evening, and during the conversation I showed them the problems I have with my feet. These are numerous, (the problems, not my feet), but the main non-medical issue is the size of them.
In order to be able to get ANY footwear on I need to buy a UK size 13, (EU 47, US 14, CM 31.5) and, because of the high instep and circulatory problems I have, a wide fitting is also needed.
This makes buying Men’s shoes really difficult, and women’s shoes virtually impossible, something which really jerks up the dysphoria rating.
I guess it’s just about now that my oldest t-girl friend Berni (Sindy) will be going in to theatre for her gender confirmation surgery.
It’s been a heck of a journey since we first met, but so good to know that her dreams will be realised at last.
Love you hunny. Be safe, and I’m thinking of you all the way.
So many people at Fife Pride 2018 having a great time.
So many excuses to have fun.
So many times I wanted to have a chance to sit down!!
So many times I forgot to take pictures.
So many old friends met.
So many new friends made.
So many times I wished Jenny could do my makeup every day.
So many times people said I looked fantastic/beautiful/pretty.
So many times other people looked fantastic/beautiful/pretty.
So many of the acts I’d have liked to have a chance to see.
So many kind and generous people stopping by the stall and donating.
So many times I looked at my nails and fell even more in love with them.
So many times I wished I could be like this every day.
So many times I admired/envied the clothes other women were wearing.
So many times my feet said “Get off us!”.
So many times I ignored my feet.
So many times I wished it would rain Blue Lagoon.
So many times I wished every day could be like this. 😀
I almost can’t believe that Fife Pride has finally arrived again but tomorrow is the day, and it’s going to be a scorcher!!
I’ll be getting my make-up done by Jenny again in the morning, and I did something a bit special today too …
Yep, I got my nails painted professionally for the first time ever!! … Trans Flag on my fingernails, with added glitter. 😀
Wifey wasn’t too pleased. LMAO
And those are my own nails too. 😛
Hey, check out those boobs too, and they’re all mine with no bra! 😀
Partay, partay, partay!!!!!!
I do love it when local businesses show support for their local Pride. 😀
AND … by pure coincidence, their background image is the same as we use for our Transgender Fife flyer and website header. 🙂