Back in the pink

I’ve been putting on the performance of male gender role for the last 5 days having spent Christmas with my family, although after a few glasses of wine I’m sure my performance slipped at times, and I became just that little bit more Lucy.

So it was nice to get back home and put on some proper clothes, I haven’t been in drab that long continuously for many years. It’s not the clothes that bother me though, it’s the way I’m supposed to interact with people, in a blokey fashion. Doesn’t suit me see, doesn’t feel right anyway. So if I’m to live as Lucy I must tell the blokes in my family about me pretty soon. And try and explain what it all means. All I hope is that they try to understand.

It’s a bit scary, and I was aware of the need to tell them and the sense of impending doom, constantly while they were around me. So perhaps I feel a bit emotionally drained, and tired from a long journey, but with a strong sense of having to keep moving forward.

On Wednesday I shall be indulging in excess girlyness and able to let my hair down, or wig, probably. Another night in the village, Cerys tells me there is an Angels get together that night too so could be a busy night. Funny, I’ve never really looked forward to going out over Christmas but this should be fun. I do have an aversion to most Christmas songs though, especially Slade, but it’s something that you just can’t get away from so one must tolerate it.

Anyway hope you girls had a good Christmas, it’s nice to be back.

xx