"We're gonna move real good, we're gonna dress so fine, it's dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog eat dog" : Adam Ant
Yippee - 9 stone 12 lbs!
I’ve broken the ten stone barrier.
Back of the net!
I wonder how much boobs weigh? Maybe I should lose a bit more to compensate?
Some more mail this morning from banks and credit card companies acknowledging my name change. I quite like the fact I am now permanently Miss India. Might buy a sash and crown.
I’m still waiting on the driving licence and passport people.
A lovely letter from my dentist in Carlisle. I thought it polite to let him know that he would be losing one patient – but gaining another, as I was trans, and that it was ok if he thought it best I find someone else to look after my teeth in Newcastle.
He says he’s known me since I was a boy, and that it makes absolutely no difference to him. I am more than welcome at his surgery. Which is fantastic.
I’m very happy to drive back and let him look after my nashers.
However, not everyone on the boy side of me seems to be finding it as easy as my dentist to move from ‘he’ to ‘she’ with their vocabulary.
Certain people say they can’t do it, and that’s how it has to be. They say I can’t expect anything else, because they have known me for so long.
Certain people say they can’t do it, and that’s how it has to be. They say I can’t expect anything else, because they have known me for so long.
I’m not accepting that. And to be really pedantic, they have never known me. Until now.
Is adding one letter to the front of ‘he’ so difficult? Jeez, my heart goes out to them. It must be really tough.
I’m cool with an initial adjustment period for those who have just found out, but to say they won’t ever swap to the correct pronouns is lazy, ignorant and offensive. It says they know me better than I know myself – which they don’t.
Anyway, it’s not something I’m going to lose any sleep over. If they don’t respect who I am, then jog on. I have to be tough.
It’s strange that as I have come out to everyone, a minority of people who I’ve known for a long time have gone in.
Initially they said they were right behind me.
I didn’t realise they meant a mile back, peeking over the top of a wall with a tin hat on.
Cest la vie.
Most people have been great though, and I’m quite enjoying being a novelty. For the moment.
One thing is creeping me out a bit. A local Equality and Diversity group. No idea how they've heard about me.
I've been emailed to see if I would like to fill in a questionnaire. They want to chart how many gay, lesbian and trans people there are in the area.
I don’t want any special treatment thank you very much. If I do the questionnaire, I get a free pen and a badge.
I feel like a rare elephant being lured into a trap by someone offering me a peanut.
A 9 stone 12 lbs elephant to be accurate.
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