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  • Posted by Lucy Diamond October 21, 2004 Filed in Society Girl's Personal Blogs 2,171 views
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    Grease is the word


    When Pippa and I were discussing outfits for last Saturday I said to her, "I bet this gets us our pic on the Trans-mission website". This was to be my fourth TM and that was something I still hadn’t achieved; story of my life - never in the right place at the right time. Well, I was right, we did get our pics taken and now we’re famous! Well OK not really, but it’s nice to be featured on the website of such a well known club, something most of my friends seemed to manage virtually every time they visited the place; I know I’m not photogenic but come on?! Anyway there we are for all the tranny world to see, not our best pic ever, and of course I wasn’t able to do my usual nifty editing and de-blemishing, out of my control, but hell we made it, at last, and at least the outfits look nice. If you want to see us and all the other beauties here’s the address: http://www.trans-mission.org/tx/txindex.htm


    Just click on latest pictures, if it’s within the next couple of weeks, otherwise you need to find the archive from 16th October 04.


    Went to my mum’s last night, who still has her arm in plaster. We both got plastered actually, well, just a little bit. Was a nice evening though, she called me Lucy! Woo hoo! We talked more about what it means to be transgender, she seems to be getting her head round it all very well, but mostly we talked about all things girly. Due to excess alcohol intake I was unable to drive home so I stopped over. In the morning she asked me to blow-dry her hair, and style it into a bob, with a bit of frizz for volume, and was very pleased with the results. I thought that was quite a girly mother/daughter thing to do, which is exactly what I feel I’ve missed out on all these years, that kind of relationship, and now it just seems natural, and very lovely. I showed her some pics in my pink 50’s outfit and she screamed "Oh my god you look just like I used to, ooh sorry", like I would be offended at that! She loved our outfits, took her right back to her going-out days as a teenager, awww.


    Tomorrow my friend Ann is coming for dinner. She’s broken her foot (do people always break limbs when you tell them you’re TS? I’m going to have to stop telling people about it). It’ll be the first time I’ve seen her since I told her and she promptly fell downstairs, though we are regularly in contact via email. I don’t really feel my revelation will change our relationship, though of course if she’s got any questions I’ll be happy to talk about it.


    Oh and my dad called round unexpectedly today (he never does that), fortunately it was an incredibly rare occasion when I was in drab, having just got back from mum’s, though I was wearing mascara last night, and it was by now a bit smudged. He was probably more concerned about the fact that my hair was tied up in a ponytail though, he hates ponytails, and tattoos, and piercings, even earrings. What he thinks of men dressed as women I’ve never dared ask. Maybe one day I’ll find out, can’t say I’m looking forward to it. Oh well, these things are sent to challenge us.