I went to Bristol pride today. Thoroughly enjoyed going around all the stands and chatting about TG issues.
I think I'm becoming a grumpy old Tranny. (Bizarre visions of a BBC series about grumpy old GLBT's) My God wouldn't that be blast.

The biggest wind-up was asking some heterosexists politicians why there has to be a box declaring the sex of the child on a birth certificate. (Think about it.) I posed them some pretty tricky questions and they could not give me any justifiable answers when viewed through the baby's eyes and transgendered eyes.

I've got to chapter 26 of Sissy farm but I'm getting a bit stale. It's hard to take it forward with so little support and comments so I'll probably curtail the story at chapter 30. There's plenty of other stuff coming down the pipeline.

Cheers to everybody.

Beverly.