Friday, 23 October 2009
Well it's been a dramatic couple of months, though really the whole last 18 months have been quite a ride! But I've been coming out to all my friends with my new identity and loving it! The way my friends have reacted has been so positive and reassuring that it's given me the confidence to take this further! Rather than being rejected by the people I know, it's if anything brought me closer to them.
Monday, 5 October 2009
A page from my sketch book, with on image coloured in using flash, this is just the start of my new work; I'm going to start publishing on here. I'm working towards creating a portfolio of illustration work aiming at children's books.
Watch this space!
Saturday, 15 August 2009
Sunday, 9 August 2009
Wow so my day at the clinic is finally here and my head is all over the place. I'm constantly worried that I'm doing the right thing, that I will be able to hack life as a psuedo woman. Life is quite hard for me right now with out adding the trans issue in. If I'm totally honest with myself I do doubt that I am a transsexual, some times. Putting a skirt on did turn me on when I was younger and I'm not sure if this makes me technically a tranny? This doesn't feel like a fetish to me, but then who am I to know, I feel like such a prude in the trans world as it is anyway.
The biggest deal with today is the sense that I'm making a very dramatic step in the direction of womanhood and even though this is something I've dreamed of since a very young age it scares my socks off and I guess for very good reasons, if it didn't worry me at all there would be something wrong.
Friday, 24 April 2009
Tuesday, 31 March 2009
A friend of mine died recently, quite suddenly.. This was quite a shock to me and all her friends. She leaves behind 3 beautiful girls, who will be devastated. A single mother she lived for her daughters and was just rebuilding her life after the split from their father.
This is just one of those terrible tragic things that life is prone to through at us! The thing, I was messing about on Facebook the other day and came accross her on my list of friends. Her Facebook page is still there.. All the photos of her and her daughters on holiday.. All the silly jokes and messages with her friends. It was hard to remember that she was dead. As she died so suddenly no will know her passwords or account details. So I guess her account will just sit there, frozen in time. The last comments on her wall from just a few days before she died. This has made me think, how many pages are there, where the user has died like this. If I died who would know to remove all the little bits of web stuff I have out there..? In way it's quite poetic, a lasting memory of the real person.. The stupid facile stuff we all post and talk about, rather than the piousness that takes over often when someone dies.