I am a guy that likes to wear and feels comfortable in ladies clothes. I’ve had a few years being totally in the closet with my dressing, it was difficult getting my dress on in there so I eventually got out and ended up in the bedroom for a while and also found out how liberating it was to walk on a carpet in heels.
Is it safe to come out yet. Have all the nasty people gone away. Trump, May, Brexit and all their horrid friends still being Homophobic, racist, self centred, egotistical and selling their countries down the road so their rich friends can get richer?
I thought so. I am going to go back to my world were everyone is equal, a place that I can wear what I want without hearing ‘Its a tranny’. A place where flowers grow with the seasons and are pollinated by bees and insects. Where there are vegetables grown from plants that the seeds can be harvested again and again and where the birds squabble over the food on the feeder and Mrs Sox’s cakes are consumed with tea in the afternoons.
This apparently is my 101st post on this little part of the tinternet. I was going to do a segment on my greatest posts and have a bloopers bit at the end. I was going to get Ant and Dec to host the show but unfortunately one of them is not contactable. So instead I will sing to myself……..
Happy 101st post to me
happy 101st post to me
happy 101st post dear meeeeyeee
Also in celebration I will be in Manchester for the Sparkle weekend. (I may have already mentioned this in another post). I am looking forward to it. Most places I go don’t feel safe but at least at the Sparkle weekend I can relax a bit.
Well, its been a while. I do appologise to the few that follow me. I have been busy with boring stuff and trying to sort out my health problems. With some things the doctors have no clue. No pills and potions from big pharma make any difference but fortunately, slowly, things are improving on their own.
Sox cottage is slowly coming along although the kitchen is proving to be a pain. A well known DIY chain was drafted in to do everything unfortunately the execution of the fit was a lot less than desirable. Negotiations are ongoing so I wont reveal the company. The thing is I am now putting things right even after their botched attempts at sorting it.
I havent been out much, a lack of confidence in my bodily functions and not liking to use public toilets does not make a fun time out but the last few weeks the weather has been fab so obviously I got myself into a summer dress and went out and about. Its incredible to me that within 4 weeks of being literally snowed in we were having a cream tea and tucking into Mrs Sox’s scones in the garden. British weather always keeps you on your toes.
The garden has potatoes, carrots, lettuce, rhubarb & beetroot and I am trying the ‘three sisters’ method of growng maize, beans and squash. The polly tunnel has similar crops but with the addition of 2 varieties of tomatoes.
The plan this year is to get ourselves to Brighton Pride and do Sparkle this year. The hotel is booked for Pride and I am looking at hotels for Sparkle later. If you see me and Mrs Sox promenading along Brighton pier or on Canal street please do say hello.
Rain ran down the window. A snowflake hit the same pane, melted and followed the rain drop on its journey to the bottom of the window and ultimately to the ground. Only to start the cycle of evaporation and head back to the sky and become a cloud. Do water molecules experience Groundhog Day?
The wind blew and splatted the sleet hard against the window again. I wonder if the roof repair will hold out tonight. The new garage roof seems to be ok.
Its evenings like this that make me stay inside cuddled up to Mrs Sox with the log burner keeping us snug. Spending a couple of hours getting myself ready only to get to the venue looking like a drowned windswept rat is not my idea of fun. I so need summer to get started.
Sox cottage is slowly being knocked into shape. The kitchen refit is coming along and the main bedroom is looking more like a bedroom rather than a builders merchants. We have wardrobes and have refitted a fab Victorian fireplace.
Looking forward to Sparkle and Brighton pride. Last year, because of the move and everything else we missed quite a few weekends away so we are going to make amends for that this year.
My old friend Catherine Willcox will be having her surgery this month, so I wish her well with that and look forward to catching up with her when she has recovered.
So I will leave you with a pic from last summer…..
The snow has come to Sox cottage and quite a bit of south wales. Its all looking fabulous.
We have plenty of cakes and the larder is well stocked. The log store is full and our new central heating system is working well.
Our snow boots are at the ready this morning as Mrs Sox and I intend to make a snow man but not before we have a bacon sandwich and a cup of tea. The sound of sizzling bacon and its hunger inducing aroma is wafting its way around Sox cottage as I write.
I’m not sure when it started to happen, the first foot on the slippery slope to being an adult. Maybe it was the training shoes specifically for gardening.
I used to be a rebel. I had fast loud motorbikes, I play a mean blues riff or two on the guitar (even though I do say so myself). I am edgy, I tell people straight how things are, I wear short dresses and heels……….
I am now not just gardening, I am growing my own vegetables and will start bee keeping next year. I am looking at comfortable shoes and a quiet holiday……relaxing?????
But the biggest thing that has made me feel my age is health issues. Going to the local doctor’s surgery and being told I am being referred to a specialist because after all the tests they haven’t got a clue what might be causing my problem.
I suppose some people would pay good money for what happened with my initial visit to the doctor. I was asked if I didn’t mind seeing a student doctor that would be overseen by an experienced doctor. I don’t mind things like that, people have to start somewhere. So I explain my symptoms to the young slim pretty blonde girl. She types all my answers into the computer then says that she will ask the qualified doctor to talk to me.
The qualified doctor comes in. An older lady about my age, but still good looking and blonde. She could be the young student’s mother.
As a male, doctors and health people seem fascinated by a man of my age’s prostate and given my problem the doctor wanted to examine it.
So the scene is set, two very nice looking girls looking at my lilly-white butt, the older one with her finger up my arse saying it’s nice and smooth (she meant my prostate).
I have not felt much like putting on a frock recently. A cold house and my back door problem have made me a little down. But light is at the end of the tunnel, new heating system and a log burner will be installed by the end of the week, and maybe the specialist will have an idea of how to sort me out.
I don’t know about you but I have this unerring ability to wake up just before my alarm goes off.
I am a bit of an early riser these days. I suppose it may be age related but never the less. I set my alarm for 7 am. And sure enough I was awake and looking at the clock at 6.55……..just 5 more minutes I said to myself.
I pressed the snooze button on the alarm and looked out of the window. Hazy sunshine filled the valley. It looked like it was going to be a nice day for Pride Cymru. I had changed my mind over what dress to wear on the parade several times over the week preceding the event and Mrs Sox was getting a little tired of it all, but in the end I settled for a pale green dress from Lindy bop that she had bought for my birthday. It was a good choice because I got quite a few favourable comments from all sorts of people about it.
We got there in good time and met up with the girls. Helena had been making banners and offered me the umbrella to hold. I would like to say thanks to Julia for organising us and getting the girls on the parade, I wouldn’t have entered the parade without her, so thank you.
There was a very big crowd lining most of the way and considering the parade was a mile long, that’s a lot of support for tolerance and love.
It all went well, lots of cheering and music as we went along. The crowd wanting pictures of us and everyone was smiling and happy. The Parade finished at Cardiff City Hall where, for the whole weekend, there was a fair, music and comedians to entertain us.
we took lots of pictures at the end and I am quite happy with this group shot of us all.
After the parade Mrs Sox and I decided to go to WOW bar for a drink and a few nibbles. We were saving ourselves for Saturday as we were going to watch the bands and enjoy the entertainment then.
We woke early Saturday. The sun shone brightly as we sat in the garden for breakfast. I had planned to wear jeans and a nice top but the weather was so lovely that I changed my mind and put on a dress. I changed my look a little for Saturday and my hair was a little different to Friday. I am still not sure which look is the best. My sandals only had a one inch heel which is quite low for me but we did intend to spend a lot of our time on our feet.
After enjoying the warmth of the sun I had a shower and slowly got ready for our trip to the festivities at city Hall. Our route included going through the centre of Cardiff so, not wanting to appear rude, we did a little shopping on the way and I got some ear rings from Claire’s.
Getting into the event was pretty painless, our bags were checked as we went in as was everyone else’s. We bought an interesting hot dog of dubious nutritional value and sat on the grass to watch the bands.
Even though the music wasn’t our thing we still enjoyed the day. A little cider in the sun and a relaxed atmosphere helped.
By the time the bands had finished we were getting tired. We stopped off for another small drink at Wow bar on the way back to the car.
Tired and with sore feet Mrs Sox and I poured ourselves into our bed.
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