Sad, so sad

Well I know I haven't written anything in ages and this is not an update but more in the way of reporting a death, the death of a very dear friend, one that had a huge family. Yet another venue has gone, one with a great deal of history. The Black Cap in Camden is no more, we were lucky enough to be friends with so many people there. So many 'girls' started their careers at this venue far too many to list but include the fabulous Regina Fong, Mrs Shufflewick, Lilly Savage the list really is endless. Here are pictures I took on ther last night. All I can say is it has affected me far more than I thought possible.

Odd isn't it? Not really

It has been mentioned to me that I never notice when people are looking at me. Now I am fully aware that I pass through life almost completely oblivious to what is going on around me, especially people. It happened again yesterday I troll off to post some letters and am observed by madam. When I return she says, what is it about you that everyone just stops and looks? Well that is bye-the-bye, the fact is I didn't notice them looking and then of course I realised why. They do it after I have passed them and without eyes in the back of my head how on earth am I supposed to know? I can't can I, although I did notice one woman as she reacted most favourably as she came towards me, it was a sort of oooooooooooooo :-) I 'spose there are things about people that they, because it is normal for them, forget but come as a surprise to others. Is it the newly acquired tan? Is it the very short bleached hair? Is it the tattoo's, the way I walk etc, etc or a combination. I dunno but all these things and more, are well, part of me so I forget them. Perhaps one day I'll catch someone at it and have the courage to ask them. Of course when I say that perhaps I should spend more time in a frock as people don't seem to notice me then that of course is met with a negative response ;-)

Inclusively exclusive

Oh dear the trans community is at it again. Surely Pride events are supposedly inclusive, they do after all promote themselves as LGBT and yes I know that it is part of the Brighton Pride list of events but to have a transgender pride the week before Brighton Pride is self defeating. It may be alright but as someone who doesn't live there am I likely to travel down there twice in two weeks? No I am not. I may, most probably, as last year, 'give it all a miss' but surely one parade is enough. What is it with these people who think they are a special case? A special case for treatment more like. More than likely it will be 95% drag queens anyway and be as far removed from those who are truly transgender as it is possible to get.

Its a hard life but then someone has to do it

I think I may do some pictures tomorrow. Well my excuse is trying every outfit possible for Berlin. Its not just what fits but what goes with what and what they look like. I don't mind a corset open at the back but only by two or three inches and some look better than others. Plus of course we have sooo many corsets and in various sizes. Of course Murphy's law will prevail and the favourites will be the ones that are not suitable.
The fact is it is such an awful drag getting the slap on, clambering in and out of clothes, pulling on corset laces until your fingers complain and the fact you can't breathe if they are tied properly isn't enough you have pictures to take as well! Oh such is the life of a naughty girl ;-)

On a lighter note, whilst standing the kitchen the other morning at some god awful hour I espy a young fox, it trots round the garden then scoots off. Well this evening, about dusk it is there again and then mum shows up too. They both look in excellent condition, aaaanyway they wander round then disappear, quite lovely.