Excuse the random format and entry.. Apparently the only way I’m gonna be allowed to have any real contact with my daughter is by pretending to be somebody I’m not every time she’s with me. I mean where do I even begin? Being open about who I am has absolutely nothing at all to do… Continue reading NOT FUN!
Before I post any of the good stuff that happened during Manchester Pride 2018, I thought I’d get the bad stuff out of the way. I’m gonna do this in two posts so the main post holds a positive tone. I feel like I’ve completely let myself down for the 6-8 months before Pride, and… Continue reading The Grey Bits of Manchester Pride 2018
If you follow me on Twitter you probably already know that I produce music, it may not be to the taste of everybody but I’m certainly growing quickly with it. Music is my ‘person to talk to’ because I’m not very good at actually talking to people when I’m feeling shitty. It helps me vent… Continue reading Vocals & Being a Transgender Producer/DJ
Pretty sure it’s been about 3 months since I posted here again, I really should stop leaving such huge gaps between entries. As the title suggests, it’s been a really tough few months for me. Yet again I had let myself fall into a deep hole that I struggled to climb back out of, it’s… Continue reading Tough Few Months
ACCESS! That is the aim. Keeping it short and simple for the time being, I’m about to begin the legal process to have law-binding access to my daughter. When her mother and I split up, her mother swiftly moved on and has spent the last 20(?) months slowly removing the contact I have with my… Continue reading ACCESS.
As we get closer to June, I get closer to my SRS assessment appointment, I’m not sure if it’s the first of two recommendations needed or the second, either way it’s a bit daunting. It’s a strange feeling being excited but petrified at the same time, I know this operation is a means to an… Continue reading SRS: The Fear
I don’t quite understand my own logic or concerns at the moment. There’s so many items of clothing and pairs of shoes that I still won’t wear outside of my house, yet I don’t actually own any male clothes or shoes and haven’t for almost three years, so there’s not been a single day in… Continue reading Repeating a Process