Watching I'm a celebrity tonight(shows my IQ level)Joe said I am very,very comfortable with my own sexuality so what is wrong in cuddling George(a gay man)
Seems that those men who are ashamed to be seen with Gay or T/S could learn a lot from that.
Thursday, 4 December 2008
Hope
As they say in results programmes in no particular order I would like to thank Becca and Loris for their heatwarming messages today.
The thought of meeting up(in Becca's case again) and doing lunch fills my heart with hope in my darkest days.
The thought of meeting up(in Becca's case again) and doing lunch fills my heart with hope in my darkest days.
Lowering the bar
At last I had a chance of a long talk yesterday.It was away from my home with Katy Thomas from Suffolk Carers.
She said that she will do everything in her power to get me respite and look into possble counsellors who may be able to help me.This may be a problem as I am completely skint but if you don't look you don't get.
In the meantime I know that I have to lower my personal bar.
I am a carer and this can't change-fact.
I have to get through Christmas with no money-fact
I have to get on with the vast backlog of household duties-fact.
I know that I have friends who sometimes read this blog so a message to them.
I love to chat but my phone bill is horrendous so if you would like me to ring you on a landline I would love to do so after 6 or a weekends as my calls are free.Any other time or on a mobile is no I am afraid.
I would love to help you all but it must be a two way thing.If you have a problem I will do my best to help but remember I have problems too.
If you would like to go window shopping or have a coffee that would be delightful as it is a two way experience.
Accept the fact that I am gay(I am not predatory)and I will accept you.
Sorry for the ramble,reader
She said that she will do everything in her power to get me respite and look into possble counsellors who may be able to help me.This may be a problem as I am completely skint but if you don't look you don't get.
In the meantime I know that I have to lower my personal bar.
I am a carer and this can't change-fact.
I have to get through Christmas with no money-fact
I have to get on with the vast backlog of household duties-fact.
I know that I have friends who sometimes read this blog so a message to them.
I love to chat but my phone bill is horrendous so if you would like me to ring you on a landline I would love to do so after 6 or a weekends as my calls are free.Any other time or on a mobile is no I am afraid.
I would love to help you all but it must be a two way thing.If you have a problem I will do my best to help but remember I have problems too.
If you would like to go window shopping or have a coffee that would be delightful as it is a two way experience.
Accept the fact that I am gay(I am not predatory)and I will accept you.
Sorry for the ramble,reader
Tuesday, 2 December 2008
Improvement?
Well I got through the night and woke up this morning.Glad that I did. Must be some improvement.
Monday, 1 December 2008
Another labels debate
I see that the cathouse has launched into yet another soulsearching debate about what is stealth.
This is best ignored as I am pretty certain that most of the people invoved were in a former life involved in a my willy is bigger than yours scenario and have brought those views with them.
For me it's a case of being treated as a woman by strangers and those who knew me as a man.
Being myself.
Simple isn't it?
This is best ignored as I am pretty certain that most of the people invoved were in a former life involved in a my willy is bigger than yours scenario and have brought those views with them.
For me it's a case of being treated as a woman by strangers and those who knew me as a man.
Being myself.
Simple isn't it?
Bitter,moi?
It finally happened this morning.
I collapsed,keeled over,fell on a heap on the floor and couldn't get up.
I had an appointment booked with Suffolk Carers on wednesday so had the courtesy to ring them up to cancel.
The lovely lady who answered my call,I found out later,did not like how I sounded so told the lady I was supposed to have been meeting.The lady rang me back and the very fact that someone cared made me burst into floods of tears.
So,she wants to meet me on wednesday for a cup of coffee and a chat so that we can talk things out.
I am not a psychiatrist but the way I have been treated by Mental health I might as well be one as they have abandoned all responsibilty.
Now I have asked for help for years and been repeatedly told just to get on with it.
Yet I look on Angels and see gutless girls being molycoddled and know girls who can get help at will.
Am I bitter against them.To bloody true I am
I collapsed,keeled over,fell on a heap on the floor and couldn't get up.
I had an appointment booked with Suffolk Carers on wednesday so had the courtesy to ring them up to cancel.
The lovely lady who answered my call,I found out later,did not like how I sounded so told the lady I was supposed to have been meeting.The lady rang me back and the very fact that someone cared made me burst into floods of tears.
So,she wants to meet me on wednesday for a cup of coffee and a chat so that we can talk things out.
I am not a psychiatrist but the way I have been treated by Mental health I might as well be one as they have abandoned all responsibilty.
Now I have asked for help for years and been repeatedly told just to get on with it.
Yet I look on Angels and see gutless girls being molycoddled and know girls who can get help at will.
Am I bitter against them.To bloody true I am
Sick to death
The title says it all again.
I am actually sick at the moment,feel like I have been run over by a bus. Could be a virus,could be coming off the citalopram or could be because I an bloody shattered.
The second reason is that I am sick to death of the postings on Angels and the more I look at it the more I know that I don't belong there.
My main purpose on this hard journey they call transitioning was just to be me,nothing more,nothing less.
I feel no need to be like miss x or miss y but the whole trans scene seems to be to follow some sort of pattern.
Not for me
I am actually sick at the moment,feel like I have been run over by a bus. Could be a virus,could be coming off the citalopram or could be because I an bloody shattered.
The second reason is that I am sick to death of the postings on Angels and the more I look at it the more I know that I don't belong there.
My main purpose on this hard journey they call transitioning was just to be me,nothing more,nothing less.
I feel no need to be like miss x or miss y but the whole trans scene seems to be to follow some sort of pattern.
Not for me
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