Feeling flat

Bit glum today, not anything drastic, just a little ennui. There seems to be an air of apathy around the blogsphere just now and I'm suffering a little from it. Either that or I'm just having a dull life not worth writing about. One thing tho

It's a name not an adjective!

it miffs me seeing adjectives in names, the most common in tranny world seem to be 'sexy' or 'tart' eg SexySarah, LindaTVTart (these names are fictional and any resemblance to any trannies alive or dead is totally coincidental) I don't get it, whats wrong with just having a name? it's not like it's your real name.

Also feeling a little selfishly glum. A friends just had a date that she said went really well and that just underlined my single status. Not that I'd have been filled with glee had her date been a washout, quite the opposite but I've been feeling a little lonely since the ayahuasca caused my ex obsession to become an ex-obsession (how clever was that?). Seems my obsession was keeping me company.

In interesting news, who has heard of Henry Rollins? well not me, but I got invited to go along to one of his spoken word 'concerts' damn it was good, what an interesting and articulate bloke, a very pleasant couple of hours were passed listening to his tales of travel and his viewpoint on life. Then a quick youtube search later and I'm watching him on stage beating up someone from the audience, funny old world.

But I wouldn't like to paint it

No thats wrong isn't it.

Thank you Mexx

This week I've been mostly obsessing over a Mac and I don't mean a computer. I just saw it by accident in Mexx and dared myself to go and try it on, so I did with all my German ready for 'it's for me is that ok?' well no one approached me in the shop so I just tried it on (I decided it was too tight) and left feeling like a wierdo as no one had spoken to me. So all week I've been dreaming about it it's been calling to me, so this morning I went off to Zurich to another Mexx store to look for the larger size. Heart beating strongly and too fast as I approached the store, from a combination of going to be open about wearing girls clothes and expecting to have to use my rubbish German. A lovely assistant bounded up and I asked for the size I wanted and she explained that it was unlikely there was that larger size but she grabbed the largest they had and asked if I wanted to try it on ( I don't know how she guessed so quick) so I asked her to confirm if I could try it on looking at her eyes for any reaction (I do that). Nothing, nada, zilch, no reaction nothing to indicate that any oddness was happening 'Of course' she said and held it for me to stick my arms in it, some humming and hawing and looking in a mirror and I decided to buy it.



What a lovely, lovely experience I was buzzing all the way home from that sort of acceptance. When I got home and tried it without the heavy jumper I was wearing and it was perfect, I love it I love it I love it.

I really really love it.

[Some hours pass]

I love it so much I had to get a piccie in it