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  • 25 Sep 2004
    The song remains the same Oh dear. I started writing a blog last night but my eyes kept leaking. I tried to write about the last three days spent with Pippa, but began at the end for some reason; the image of her riding off into the sunset was still fixed in my mind. So I didn’t get very far with it, and all I wanted to do was tell her I love her. Thanks to Daniel Beddingfield for helping me do so. I guess I was tired, um, exhausted, and feeling emotionally fragile and yes, lonely. Bugger. As she pulled away from my house, it pulled the tears from my eyes. I could still see her, a little blurry, and I missed her. It only took a few seconds for me to miss her desperately, and to ache to be back in her arms. That hasn’t changed, nor will it. I’m sorry hun, I just wish I could be with you. So here I am again, with my blog for company. Dear blog, always there for me. We did of course have a lovely three days. It was just wonderful to be able to spend so much time together. I’d like to start from the beginning, and describe every minute in detail, but I shan’t, too much information amongst other things, much as I’d like to relive the whole time again. But I’ll let you in on a couple of bits. Pippa brought her epilator for me to try on my arms. Bloody hell how painful is that?! I’m sure childbirth must be easier, cue the chorus of mothers screaming at the page. Ok mums, only joking. Anyway I needed a few vodkas to anaesthetise me, it seemed to help. I hadn’t had a drink for over a week, nor had I eaten for hours, a dangerous combination. I wasn’t too bad, but decidedly groggy in the morning. We went for a walk the next day, which helped to blow some cobwebs away. Short skirts are not recommended for climbing over barbed wire fences or jumping off walls and over nettle-infested land so we were in drab. Well, it was only for a couple of hours. Pippa took pictures of cows (aww) and we picked a small sack-full of sloes, which we used to make sloe gin. There’ll be a glass or two of that to warm us up next time Pip visits. We managed to polish off a bottle of vodka on the first night, in fact even before dinner, so by Thursday we had nearly run out. We hadn’t bothered going shopping on Thursday, Pippa magicked a wonderful dinner out of what was left in the fridge, but as the bottom of the wine bottle approached, we realised just how desperate the vodka situation was. So with no persuasion whatsoever needed, I got Pip to come with me for a drive to the local Spar shop for the emergency supplies. Needless to say we were in girly mode, this is something I don’t normally do, go out dressed in my own town. But it had to be done. When we arrived at the shop there was a gang of youths outside, and Pippa was reluctant to get out of the car, can’t say I blame her, although I was trying to be reassuring, insisting that no-one would even notice us. The crowd soon moved on so out we got. There were only a few people around and no-one even looked at us. One guy walked straight past us and I said, "There see? He didn’t notice…" It was dark though, no streetlights nearby, but inside the shop seemed to be dazzlingly bright. A young lady was being served as we walked in, neither her nor the woman on the till looked at us. I looked around, "Where’s the vodka?" I whispered to Pippa, "It’ll be behind the counter", came the hushed reply. Which meant of course that I had to ask for it. The woman on the till was fiddling with something or other, she’d seen us, but still hadn’t "noticed" us, standing right in front of her. "Hello!" I said, attempting a sweet little voice. In an instant she was startled away from her fiddling and looked me close up in the face. She stared for about three seconds, obviously this was the point of realisation. "There see, SHE hadn’t noticed either" I said to Pippa. The woman’s lips turned up at the corners, she seemed fine, in fact I got the impression we had somehow brightened up her day. "It was your voice that gave it away", she said. I’m well aware I need to work on that. I asked for the cheapest vodka, paid by card, hoping she didn’t know my family as I signed my name, got out of the shop and thought, wow, at least we can blend in. It was a wonderful moment. And we had vodka too. Apart from that little jaunt the three days were spent in blissful, tranquil seclusion. As Pippa would say, the rest of the world can bugger off, and so they did. Lovely. October 16th seems very far away, and I’m not sure if we’ll get chance to meet before then. Thank heavens for instant messaging, at least our minds can meet. She may have a fantastic body but it’s her mind I love really. Though if we turn up at TM late and tousled you’ll know that we’ve had some catching up to do. Oh Pippa my sweet, thank you again for visiting, for putting up with me for so long, and for loving me. When I’m lying in your arms, I know I’m home.
    495 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • The song remains the same Oh dear. I started writing a blog last night but my eyes kept leaking. I tried to write about the last three days spent with Pippa, but began at the end for some reason; the image of her riding off into the sunset was still fixed in my mind. So I didn’t get very far with it, and all I wanted to do was tell her I love her. Thanks to Daniel Beddingfield for helping me do so. I guess I was tired, um, exhausted, and feeling emotionally fragile and yes, lonely. Bugger. As she pulled away from my house, it pulled the tears from my eyes. I could still see her, a little blurry, and I missed her. It only took a few seconds for me to miss her desperately, and to ache to be back in her arms. That hasn’t changed, nor will it. I’m sorry hun, I just wish I could be with you. So here I am again, with my blog for company. Dear blog, always there for me. We did of course have a lovely three days. It was just wonderful to be able to spend so much time together. I’d like to start from the beginning, and describe every minute in detail, but I shan’t, too much information amongst other things, much as I’d like to relive the whole time again. But I’ll let you in on a couple of bits. Pippa brought her epilator for me to try on my arms. Bloody hell how painful is that?! I’m sure childbirth must be easier, cue the chorus of mothers screaming at the page. Ok mums, only joking. Anyway I needed a few vodkas to anaesthetise me, it seemed to help. I hadn’t had a drink for over a week, nor had I eaten for hours, a dangerous combination. I wasn’t too bad, but decidedly groggy in the morning. We went for a walk the next day, which helped to blow some cobwebs away. Short skirts are not recommended for climbing over barbed wire fences or jumping off walls and over nettle-infested land so we were in drab. Well, it was only for a couple of hours. Pippa took pictures of cows (aww) and we picked a small sack-full of sloes, which we used to make sloe gin. There’ll be a glass or two of that to warm us up next time Pip visits. We managed to polish off a bottle of vodka on the first night, in fact even before dinner, so by Thursday we had nearly run out. We hadn’t bothered going shopping on Thursday, Pippa magicked a wonderful dinner out of what was left in the fridge, but as the bottom of the wine bottle approached, we realised just how desperate the vodka situation was. So with no persuasion whatsoever needed, I got Pip to come with me for a drive to the local Spar shop for the emergency supplies. Needless to say we were in girly mode, this is something I don’t normally do, go out dressed in my own town. But it had to be done. When we arrived at the shop there was a gang of youths outside, and Pippa was reluctant to get out of the car, can’t say I blame her, although I was trying to be reassuring, insisting that no-one would even notice us. The crowd soon moved on so out we got. There were only a few people around and no-one even looked at us. One guy walked straight past us and I said, "There see? He didn’t notice…" It was dark though, no streetlights nearby, but inside the shop seemed to be dazzlingly bright. A young lady was being served as we walked in, neither her nor the woman on the till looked at us. I looked around, "Where’s the vodka?" I whispered to Pippa, "It’ll be behind the counter", came the hushed reply. Which meant of course that I had to ask for it. The woman on the till was fiddling with something or other, she’d seen us, but still hadn’t "noticed" us, standing right in front of her. "Hello!" I said, attempting a sweet little voice. In an instant she was startled away from her fiddling and looked me close up in the face. She stared for about three seconds, obviously this was the point of realisation. "There see, SHE hadn’t noticed either" I said to Pippa. The woman’s lips turned up at the corners, she seemed fine, in fact I got the impression we had somehow brightened up her day. "It was your voice that gave it away", she said. I’m well aware I need to work on that. I asked for the cheapest vodka, paid by card, hoping she didn’t know my family as I signed my name, got out of the shop and thought, wow, at least we can blend in. It was a wonderful moment. And we had vodka too. Apart from that little jaunt the three days were spent in blissful, tranquil seclusion. As Pippa would say, the rest of the world can bugger off, and so they did. Lovely. October 16th seems very far away, and I’m not sure if we’ll get chance to meet before then. Thank heavens for instant messaging, at least our minds can meet. She may have a fantastic body but it’s her mind I love really. Though if we turn up at TM late and tousled you’ll know that we’ve had some catching up to do. Oh Pippa my sweet, thank you again for visiting, for putting up with me for so long, and for loving me. When I’m lying in your arms, I know I’m home.
    Sep 25, 2004 495
  • 24 Sep 2004
    Struggling to see through the tears so here's someone else's words I feel like a song without the wordsA man without a soulA bird without its wingsA heart without a homeI feel like a knight without a swordThe sky without the suncos you are the oneI feel like a ship beneath the wavesA child that lost its wayA door without a keyA face without a nameI feel like a breath without the airAnd every day's the sameSince you've gone awayI gotta have a reason to wake up in the morningYou used to be the one that put a smile on my faceThere are no words that could describe how I miss youand I miss you everydayI'm never gonna leave your sideI'm never gonna leave your side againStill holding on girlI won't let you gocos when I'm lying in your armsI know I'm homeThey tell me that a man can lose his mindLiving in the painThe call in times gone byThe crying in the rainYou know I've wasted half the timeAnd I'm on my knees again'till you come to meI gotta have a reason to wake up in the morningYou used to be the one that put a smile on my faceThere are no words that could describe how I miss youand I miss you every dayI'm never gonna leave your sideI'm never gonna leave your side againStill holding on girlI won't let you goI lay my head against your heartI know I'm homeI'm never gonna leave your sideI'm never gonna leave your side againStill holding on girlI won't let you gocos when I'm lying in your armsI know I'm home Come back soon babe. I love you. xx
    498 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Struggling to see through the tears so here's someone else's words I feel like a song without the wordsA man without a soulA bird without its wingsA heart without a homeI feel like a knight without a swordThe sky without the suncos you are the oneI feel like a ship beneath the wavesA child that lost its wayA door without a keyA face without a nameI feel like a breath without the airAnd every day's the sameSince you've gone awayI gotta have a reason to wake up in the morningYou used to be the one that put a smile on my faceThere are no words that could describe how I miss youand I miss you everydayI'm never gonna leave your sideI'm never gonna leave your side againStill holding on girlI won't let you gocos when I'm lying in your armsI know I'm homeThey tell me that a man can lose his mindLiving in the painThe call in times gone byThe crying in the rainYou know I've wasted half the timeAnd I'm on my knees again'till you come to meI gotta have a reason to wake up in the morningYou used to be the one that put a smile on my faceThere are no words that could describe how I miss youand I miss you every dayI'm never gonna leave your sideI'm never gonna leave your side againStill holding on girlI won't let you goI lay my head against your heartI know I'm homeI'm never gonna leave your sideI'm never gonna leave your side againStill holding on girlI won't let you gocos when I'm lying in your armsI know I'm home Come back soon babe. I love you. xx
    Sep 24, 2004 498
  • 21 Sep 2004
    Dismiss the bugler, that wasn’t the last post Ok I lied it wasn’t my last post for a while. After I posted that my mum rang, I’d said a while ago that she must come to dinner some time so she was basically ringing to take me up on my offer. I put her off until the weekend, so naturally she wanted to know what I was doing all week. Vague as ever I just said there were a few things I was working on. She tried to quiz me further but I changed the subject. I had thought about ringing her just to say don’t come round for a few days, with various ideas for reasons why I would say something so strange, but decided just to hope for the best and hide upstairs if she did come round. Once you tell one lie, it opens up a can of worms, and would certainly leave me open to more interrogation. So hopefully we’ll be safe from at least her turning up unexpectedly, though it’s still a possibility, her curiosity might just get the better of her and she’ll come just to see what it is that I’m "working on", but I doubt it. Anyway all this shows that it’s getting more and more difficult to hide my lifestyle from her. I have not made an absolute decision to tell her when she comes at the weekend, I shall just see how it feels, but I think it’s more than likely, it’s about bloody time after all. Cerys, you know what this means?! Cerys and Shan have been most helpful in talking this through with me, thanks girls. I really would appreciate any other thoughts or suggestions on the subject from anyone else who has been through this. I’m still a bit stuck on the exact words to use, but I guess there is no magic sentence, it’s going to need some discussion to make her understand. The main thing is that I am happy, and I know she will appreciate that. In the meantime I have something to occupy my mind, important things to discuss such as how do rocket scientists describe something that is not rocket science (see Pippa’s blog!) Must get on, lots to do, including making myself beautiful, which could take some time. I’ll keep you all posted, by for now.
    478 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Dismiss the bugler, that wasn’t the last post Ok I lied it wasn’t my last post for a while. After I posted that my mum rang, I’d said a while ago that she must come to dinner some time so she was basically ringing to take me up on my offer. I put her off until the weekend, so naturally she wanted to know what I was doing all week. Vague as ever I just said there were a few things I was working on. She tried to quiz me further but I changed the subject. I had thought about ringing her just to say don’t come round for a few days, with various ideas for reasons why I would say something so strange, but decided just to hope for the best and hide upstairs if she did come round. Once you tell one lie, it opens up a can of worms, and would certainly leave me open to more interrogation. So hopefully we’ll be safe from at least her turning up unexpectedly, though it’s still a possibility, her curiosity might just get the better of her and she’ll come just to see what it is that I’m "working on", but I doubt it. Anyway all this shows that it’s getting more and more difficult to hide my lifestyle from her. I have not made an absolute decision to tell her when she comes at the weekend, I shall just see how it feels, but I think it’s more than likely, it’s about bloody time after all. Cerys, you know what this means?! Cerys and Shan have been most helpful in talking this through with me, thanks girls. I really would appreciate any other thoughts or suggestions on the subject from anyone else who has been through this. I’m still a bit stuck on the exact words to use, but I guess there is no magic sentence, it’s going to need some discussion to make her understand. The main thing is that I am happy, and I know she will appreciate that. In the meantime I have something to occupy my mind, important things to discuss such as how do rocket scientists describe something that is not rocket science (see Pippa’s blog!) Must get on, lots to do, including making myself beautiful, which could take some time. I’ll keep you all posted, by for now.
    Sep 21, 2004 478
  • 20 Sep 2004
    This may be my last post for a while No it’s not one of those posts, you should all know me better than that by now. I just wanted to say that I will be busy for a few days so you may not see me, though I might pop in briefly, if we get bored. Hmmm? Pippa is now coming over tomorrow and staying for three nights, which will be the longest time we’ve spent together so far, so I’m quite excited, hence the blog. We may end up fighting like cat and dog, or more likely I suspect being the happy bunnies that we are when together, and doing what bunnies do best. I’ve been doing housework all day. Strangely for me, I’ve rather enjoyed it. Normally I hate anything to do with it, but when someone special is coming over it feels like there is a purpose to it, and can even be quite satisfying. I still need to tidy my room and there is still no space in the wardrobe, though I hope Pippa brings lots of clothes, she looks so good in some of those tops I got for her birthday that I fancy a go in them. I was quite unwell last week, and am about 95% fit now, but maybe I’ll feign a bit more poorlyness and get her to nurse me a bit, she does it so well. Cooking arrangements have been agreed, she’ll be doing dinner on Thursday as she insists on pampering me, at least a little bit. Well, she’s my guest, but I didn’t want to argue too much about that. Pamper away babe. I believe there’s a breakfast in store for me too, (in bed hun?) so it looks like we’ll be keeping our strength up. Thursday dinner will require a shopping trip by one or both of us, so I suggested we go somewhere dressed, out of town but not too far. She has yet to agree with that. Should be a hoot; around here – never before have they seen the like! Don’t worry hun I can do discrete as well, we really should you know, will be fun. Anyway must get on, a woman’s work and all that, and I haven’t eaten since breakfast. See you soon girls, lots of love for now. xx
    427 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • This may be my last post for a while No it’s not one of those posts, you should all know me better than that by now. I just wanted to say that I will be busy for a few days so you may not see me, though I might pop in briefly, if we get bored. Hmmm? Pippa is now coming over tomorrow and staying for three nights, which will be the longest time we’ve spent together so far, so I’m quite excited, hence the blog. We may end up fighting like cat and dog, or more likely I suspect being the happy bunnies that we are when together, and doing what bunnies do best. I’ve been doing housework all day. Strangely for me, I’ve rather enjoyed it. Normally I hate anything to do with it, but when someone special is coming over it feels like there is a purpose to it, and can even be quite satisfying. I still need to tidy my room and there is still no space in the wardrobe, though I hope Pippa brings lots of clothes, she looks so good in some of those tops I got for her birthday that I fancy a go in them. I was quite unwell last week, and am about 95% fit now, but maybe I’ll feign a bit more poorlyness and get her to nurse me a bit, she does it so well. Cooking arrangements have been agreed, she’ll be doing dinner on Thursday as she insists on pampering me, at least a little bit. Well, she’s my guest, but I didn’t want to argue too much about that. Pamper away babe. I believe there’s a breakfast in store for me too, (in bed hun?) so it looks like we’ll be keeping our strength up. Thursday dinner will require a shopping trip by one or both of us, so I suggested we go somewhere dressed, out of town but not too far. She has yet to agree with that. Should be a hoot; around here – never before have they seen the like! Don’t worry hun I can do discrete as well, we really should you know, will be fun. Anyway must get on, a woman’s work and all that, and I haven’t eaten since breakfast. See you soon girls, lots of love for now. xx
    Sep 20, 2004 427
  • 16 Sep 2004
    Auntie by optics Been a bit poorly for the last few days, thought I was coming down with flu at first, but it’s tonsillitis. This used to recur once or twice a year but I haven’t had it for a few years. I feel terrible, and unusually sorry for myself. My throat is sore, my head pounding, I ache all over and I just can’t get warm. Blerrgghhh. Have spent most of the day horizontal, seriously lacking energy. I need to be better for next week, I don’t want to be ill when my own private nurse visits, we will have other matters to attend to. Bring lots of cardies Pip, it’s not just me, it’s definitely getting colder up here. Pippa will be here for the best part of 3 days, and I just can’t wait to be in her arms again, but it leads me to another recurring problem, mother. She hasn’t been round for a while, which means she is due for a visit imminently. I was going to invite her for dinner tomorrow, try and pre-empt the situation, but I’m just not up to it. This little quandary is one of the best reasons I can think of for telling her about myself, or at least one of the most urgent reasons. I always keep an eye out for her because I’m always dressed at home, but I can see my defence strategy being weakened once I am curled up on the sofa in the arms of the girl I love. It would be a bit of a shock for her to see that. I know, I should just tell her and get it over with, but I haven’t found the words yet, any suggestions would be much appreciated. Anyway I don’t know why I got on to that again, I’m trying not to think about it. Ignore it, it might go away… I guess not in this case; there have been several men dressed as women staying at my house over the last few months, and Pippa is becoming a regular visitor, though I wish it could be more regular (I always want more of something I like). It’s only a matter of time before I get "caught out", but I’m not overly concerned, my hand would be forced and there would be no going back. Though really I’d rather break it to her gently, if that were at all possible. Anyway I’m worn out now, all that typing… I should try and eat something. I hope I feel better soon and actually find something interesting to say; my poor little brain is feeling as groggy as the rest of me. Maybe I’ll just have another little lie down…
    371 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Auntie by optics Been a bit poorly for the last few days, thought I was coming down with flu at first, but it’s tonsillitis. This used to recur once or twice a year but I haven’t had it for a few years. I feel terrible, and unusually sorry for myself. My throat is sore, my head pounding, I ache all over and I just can’t get warm. Blerrgghhh. Have spent most of the day horizontal, seriously lacking energy. I need to be better for next week, I don’t want to be ill when my own private nurse visits, we will have other matters to attend to. Bring lots of cardies Pip, it’s not just me, it’s definitely getting colder up here. Pippa will be here for the best part of 3 days, and I just can’t wait to be in her arms again, but it leads me to another recurring problem, mother. She hasn’t been round for a while, which means she is due for a visit imminently. I was going to invite her for dinner tomorrow, try and pre-empt the situation, but I’m just not up to it. This little quandary is one of the best reasons I can think of for telling her about myself, or at least one of the most urgent reasons. I always keep an eye out for her because I’m always dressed at home, but I can see my defence strategy being weakened once I am curled up on the sofa in the arms of the girl I love. It would be a bit of a shock for her to see that. I know, I should just tell her and get it over with, but I haven’t found the words yet, any suggestions would be much appreciated. Anyway I don’t know why I got on to that again, I’m trying not to think about it. Ignore it, it might go away… I guess not in this case; there have been several men dressed as women staying at my house over the last few months, and Pippa is becoming a regular visitor, though I wish it could be more regular (I always want more of something I like). It’s only a matter of time before I get "caught out", but I’m not overly concerned, my hand would be forced and there would be no going back. Though really I’d rather break it to her gently, if that were at all possible. Anyway I’m worn out now, all that typing… I should try and eat something. I hope I feel better soon and actually find something interesting to say; my poor little brain is feeling as groggy as the rest of me. Maybe I’ll just have another little lie down…
    Sep 16, 2004 371
  • 10 Sep 2004
    Friday – curry, wine, nice dress, girly chat… 3 days of uninterrupted sun this week, the best weather we’ve had all year, and it’s nearly the middle of September. Winter will soon be setting in around these parts. Today it’s chucking it down, but never mind, I’ve gone a nice colour, for a while at least. I seem to be talking about the weather, how very English. As well as lying in the sun I’ve also been doing a few home improvements, and this morning my aga had gone out (it’s oil-fired, it’s not supposed to do that), not too difficult to take the burner apart and clean it but you inevitably end up smelling of kerosene. My hair had gone grey from stripping down an old beam covered in plaster and my arms were sore from using the sort of power tools that men are supposed to use, and my jeans were covered in paint and sawdust and plasterdust and a few cobwebs thrown in for good measure. Yuk. So after showering thoroughly I decided to go for a Chinese takeaway, the aga not yet up to temperature. There is an annual carnival thing here which I had forgotten about so all the roads were closed (I should have remembered – it’s always that day in September when it starts pissing it down). So I went to an Indian on the edge of town instead, and came back to a house still smelling of kerosene, now partially disguised by a hint of curry. But after nice food and some nice wine and with a nice dress on I feel oh so much better. I’ve been doing dirty smelly jobs for 3 days and now I need some quality girly time. Think I’ll go see who’s in the chatroom...
    415 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Friday – curry, wine, nice dress, girly chat… 3 days of uninterrupted sun this week, the best weather we’ve had all year, and it’s nearly the middle of September. Winter will soon be setting in around these parts. Today it’s chucking it down, but never mind, I’ve gone a nice colour, for a while at least. I seem to be talking about the weather, how very English. As well as lying in the sun I’ve also been doing a few home improvements, and this morning my aga had gone out (it’s oil-fired, it’s not supposed to do that), not too difficult to take the burner apart and clean it but you inevitably end up smelling of kerosene. My hair had gone grey from stripping down an old beam covered in plaster and my arms were sore from using the sort of power tools that men are supposed to use, and my jeans were covered in paint and sawdust and plasterdust and a few cobwebs thrown in for good measure. Yuk. So after showering thoroughly I decided to go for a Chinese takeaway, the aga not yet up to temperature. There is an annual carnival thing here which I had forgotten about so all the roads were closed (I should have remembered – it’s always that day in September when it starts pissing it down). So I went to an Indian on the edge of town instead, and came back to a house still smelling of kerosene, now partially disguised by a hint of curry. But after nice food and some nice wine and with a nice dress on I feel oh so much better. I’ve been doing dirty smelly jobs for 3 days and now I need some quality girly time. Think I’ll go see who’s in the chatroom...
    Sep 10, 2004 415
  • 08 Sep 2004
    Right the first time Bloody hell look at the time... I approached the supermarket checkout yesterday and there was a woman in front of me, with her kid climbing towards the end of the conveyor belt… She said, "You’ll have to get down now because this lady needs to put her basket down". She must have noticed me smirking because she looked more closely at me and said, "or man, sorry". I said, "It’s ok, you were close", I wanted to say so much more, but somehow she looked mystified. Once again I must stress that I do not believe I ever pass, or that any of us should put any great importance on doing so, but I felt that there must be something inside that wanted to get out. I was in jeans and a scruffy denim jacket, hadn’t shaved for 3 days, but my hair is getting longer, and I’m constantly aware of who I really am, so I guess I walk, stand, and hold the basket like Lucy just does. The woman was right the first time; I love it when that happens.
    423 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Right the first time Bloody hell look at the time... I approached the supermarket checkout yesterday and there was a woman in front of me, with her kid climbing towards the end of the conveyor belt… She said, "You’ll have to get down now because this lady needs to put her basket down". She must have noticed me smirking because she looked more closely at me and said, "or man, sorry". I said, "It’s ok, you were close", I wanted to say so much more, but somehow she looked mystified. Once again I must stress that I do not believe I ever pass, or that any of us should put any great importance on doing so, but I felt that there must be something inside that wanted to get out. I was in jeans and a scruffy denim jacket, hadn’t shaved for 3 days, but my hair is getting longer, and I’m constantly aware of who I really am, so I guess I walk, stand, and hold the basket like Lucy just does. The woman was right the first time; I love it when that happens.
    Sep 08, 2004 423
  • 06 Sep 2004
    Let me take you by the hand… …and lead you through the streets of London. In a way that was the highlight of the weekend for me. Late on during Trans-mission night Pippa and I went for a walk outside. We walked for about half a mile until we came across a very drunk bloke on a street corner, then decided that would be a good time to turn back. Most of my nights out so far have been at the Village in Manchester, so for a country girl like me to get out dressed and walk through the streets of London was quite special, in a very ordinary normal thing to do sort of way. Hard to explain, but it’s just nice to be all tarted up and feeling part of the big wide world. It was lovely, relaxing, and not a sheep in sight. But lets go back to the start, for all in all, it was a great weekend. I got up pretty early (for me) on Friday, got made up, dressed, and set off to Pippa’s house. Nobody saw me leave, or drive through town as far as I’m aware (shame). Picked up Pippa and continued southwards. We stopped for lunch at services on the M40, just a small place, not many people around. It was a hot sunny day so we sat on the grass and had a little picnic. I guess a few people glanced in our direction but no-one seemed to blink, so it was no big deal. On the road again, next stop Sarah’s several hours later. We reclined on the sofa (see photo in Lucy & Pippa’s album) while Sarah fixed us drinks and pottered about in the kitchen. Wonderful food arrived, roast duck – one of my favourites, with stir-fry vegetables and noodles. Cold Chardonnay (she knows me well) accompanied, and v&c’s ensued, plus of course lots of girly chat and good music. It was a lovely night Sarah, thank you so much for putting us up, and putting up with us. Rather than take over Sarah’s bathroom for half the day, we decided to have an early(ish) start and get to the hotel early afternoon. We decided to travel to London in drab, to save time. Pippa had forgotten to bring men’s shoes so just wore socks, I had remembered mine but travelled in my girly ones anyway, still with my nails painted. I must have looked a sight, but it felt like some sort of statement. Not sure what I was trying to say but anyway… Met some of the girls, also in drab, at the hotel, and Nena very kindly gave me some loose face powder, the one thing I’d forgotten (I told you there’d be something). Now that must have looked even stranger, me emptying white powder into a plastic bag in the hotel foyer, but no-one called the police. Thanks Nena, you saved my life, or at least my make up from running, I owe you one babe. It was another hot day, and a long, slow journey from Sarah’s so we were both quite fatigued by then. Pip had a kip, while I bathed, shaved and did all those things that a girl doesn’t need to talk about in her blog. I was glad we’d got there early, gave us plenty of time to relax, make-up and fiddle with our outfits (you can also see those in Lucy & Pippa’s album, plus there’s a pic in my own album, just for the record). Shortly before 8 we went downstairs and bumped into the rest of the girls again and got taxis to the Extra Time Bar. It was my second time here, but Pippa was a London TM virgin, I wished I could have made the first time better for her. It was fairly quiet when we arrived, it was still early, so we had a few drinks in the bar downstairs, whilst the place gradually filled up. Upstairs for a boogie or two, once again, the music was ok, danceable, but not really floating my boat. I like songs that have words and a tune you can sing along to (god I sound like my granny), well actually I like all sorts of music, but pop makes me want to dance. So we mingled about, flitting upstairs and downstairs, and believe it or not, drinking sensible amounts of vodka. Somehow the atmosphere was different this time, it seemed to be busier downstairs most of the night, but I enjoyed being there nevertheless. You get a wide cross-section of trannies, from those who are, no offence, obviously not bothered and just chuck on any old skirt and top, to those who really go to town to look glamorous. I’m pleased to say that all the Trannyweb girls made sufficient effort and we all looked smashing. I loved my outfit and felt great, and Pippa’s outfit was so good I just wanted to rip it off her. Time for some fresh air I think… Which is where I began. We bought a bottle of water each (see – sensible) and headed off down the street, taking a couple of pics on the way. By the time I got back I was ravenous, for food that is, so we stayed for a while longer and left about 20 minutes before the place closed. All the take-aways near the hotel were closed, but we managed to get room service with 3 minutes to spare. It was much needed, a fiver for a ham sandwich – but it had to be done. Not least because with food inside me I could now drink some more, without getting poorly. I decantered some vodka into a small bottle of coke and we went down to the bar to join those girls that were still standing, though only just in some cases! Terrorising the norms is how Jules describes it, terrorising is perhaps a little strong; although I do enjoy being the cat amongst the pigeons, I want them to realise that they need have nothing to fear. On the whole I get the impression that people are genuinely interested in us and what makes us tick, but there was at least one guy there that night who wasn’t, in fact you would have thought we were terrorists by his attitude, even though no-one mentioned the war. He was German, with two compatriots, one who was quite friendly, one who hardly spoke English, all of them drinking lager, of course, they’re Germans. Anyway I may have missed something, or maybe he was getting worried about the girl in the corner cracking the whip (I think she was just practising), but he got his two friends to stop talking to us and move away to a different part of the bar, where incidentally, all three of them still couldn’t take their eyes off us. On our way out I said goodnight to the friendly one, who chatted briefly, and to the other who responded in a friendly manner, then to the non-friendly one, who sat stony-faced, staring straight ahead with his arms folded, and reluctantly said "guttnightt" in his best German accent. "You don’t like us do you?" I said, "and I never even mentioned the war". He remained set in stone. I gave up and went back upstairs with Pippa, where we closed the bedroom door on our weekend, and this part of the blog; too many details… We drove home in drab, both of us with our nails still painted, getting more funny looks like that than we had done all the time we were dressed, but there are gender barriers to be broken down. Ah yes that’s the statement I was trying to make the day before; men can wear nail varnish too, and girly shoes if they want, though this time I had men’s shoes on, better than none at all though eh Pip?! Got home, ate, checked pics, spoke to Pippa and Sarah briefly, then slept for hours, like a large, heavy, very tired log. It was a good weekend.
    565 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Let me take you by the hand… …and lead you through the streets of London. In a way that was the highlight of the weekend for me. Late on during Trans-mission night Pippa and I went for a walk outside. We walked for about half a mile until we came across a very drunk bloke on a street corner, then decided that would be a good time to turn back. Most of my nights out so far have been at the Village in Manchester, so for a country girl like me to get out dressed and walk through the streets of London was quite special, in a very ordinary normal thing to do sort of way. Hard to explain, but it’s just nice to be all tarted up and feeling part of the big wide world. It was lovely, relaxing, and not a sheep in sight. But lets go back to the start, for all in all, it was a great weekend. I got up pretty early (for me) on Friday, got made up, dressed, and set off to Pippa’s house. Nobody saw me leave, or drive through town as far as I’m aware (shame). Picked up Pippa and continued southwards. We stopped for lunch at services on the M40, just a small place, not many people around. It was a hot sunny day so we sat on the grass and had a little picnic. I guess a few people glanced in our direction but no-one seemed to blink, so it was no big deal. On the road again, next stop Sarah’s several hours later. We reclined on the sofa (see photo in Lucy & Pippa’s album) while Sarah fixed us drinks and pottered about in the kitchen. Wonderful food arrived, roast duck – one of my favourites, with stir-fry vegetables and noodles. Cold Chardonnay (she knows me well) accompanied, and v&c’s ensued, plus of course lots of girly chat and good music. It was a lovely night Sarah, thank you so much for putting us up, and putting up with us. Rather than take over Sarah’s bathroom for half the day, we decided to have an early(ish) start and get to the hotel early afternoon. We decided to travel to London in drab, to save time. Pippa had forgotten to bring men’s shoes so just wore socks, I had remembered mine but travelled in my girly ones anyway, still with my nails painted. I must have looked a sight, but it felt like some sort of statement. Not sure what I was trying to say but anyway… Met some of the girls, also in drab, at the hotel, and Nena very kindly gave me some loose face powder, the one thing I’d forgotten (I told you there’d be something). Now that must have looked even stranger, me emptying white powder into a plastic bag in the hotel foyer, but no-one called the police. Thanks Nena, you saved my life, or at least my make up from running, I owe you one babe. It was another hot day, and a long, slow journey from Sarah’s so we were both quite fatigued by then. Pip had a kip, while I bathed, shaved and did all those things that a girl doesn’t need to talk about in her blog. I was glad we’d got there early, gave us plenty of time to relax, make-up and fiddle with our outfits (you can also see those in Lucy & Pippa’s album, plus there’s a pic in my own album, just for the record). Shortly before 8 we went downstairs and bumped into the rest of the girls again and got taxis to the Extra Time Bar. It was my second time here, but Pippa was a London TM virgin, I wished I could have made the first time better for her. It was fairly quiet when we arrived, it was still early, so we had a few drinks in the bar downstairs, whilst the place gradually filled up. Upstairs for a boogie or two, once again, the music was ok, danceable, but not really floating my boat. I like songs that have words and a tune you can sing along to (god I sound like my granny), well actually I like all sorts of music, but pop makes me want to dance. So we mingled about, flitting upstairs and downstairs, and believe it or not, drinking sensible amounts of vodka. Somehow the atmosphere was different this time, it seemed to be busier downstairs most of the night, but I enjoyed being there nevertheless. You get a wide cross-section of trannies, from those who are, no offence, obviously not bothered and just chuck on any old skirt and top, to those who really go to town to look glamorous. I’m pleased to say that all the Trannyweb girls made sufficient effort and we all looked smashing. I loved my outfit and felt great, and Pippa’s outfit was so good I just wanted to rip it off her. Time for some fresh air I think… Which is where I began. We bought a bottle of water each (see – sensible) and headed off down the street, taking a couple of pics on the way. By the time I got back I was ravenous, for food that is, so we stayed for a while longer and left about 20 minutes before the place closed. All the take-aways near the hotel were closed, but we managed to get room service with 3 minutes to spare. It was much needed, a fiver for a ham sandwich – but it had to be done. Not least because with food inside me I could now drink some more, without getting poorly. I decantered some vodka into a small bottle of coke and we went down to the bar to join those girls that were still standing, though only just in some cases! Terrorising the norms is how Jules describes it, terrorising is perhaps a little strong; although I do enjoy being the cat amongst the pigeons, I want them to realise that they need have nothing to fear. On the whole I get the impression that people are genuinely interested in us and what makes us tick, but there was at least one guy there that night who wasn’t, in fact you would have thought we were terrorists by his attitude, even though no-one mentioned the war. He was German, with two compatriots, one who was quite friendly, one who hardly spoke English, all of them drinking lager, of course, they’re Germans. Anyway I may have missed something, or maybe he was getting worried about the girl in the corner cracking the whip (I think she was just practising), but he got his two friends to stop talking to us and move away to a different part of the bar, where incidentally, all three of them still couldn’t take their eyes off us. On our way out I said goodnight to the friendly one, who chatted briefly, and to the other who responded in a friendly manner, then to the non-friendly one, who sat stony-faced, staring straight ahead with his arms folded, and reluctantly said "guttnightt" in his best German accent. "You don’t like us do you?" I said, "and I never even mentioned the war". He remained set in stone. I gave up and went back upstairs with Pippa, where we closed the bedroom door on our weekend, and this part of the blog; too many details… We drove home in drab, both of us with our nails still painted, getting more funny looks like that than we had done all the time we were dressed, but there are gender barriers to be broken down. Ah yes that’s the statement I was trying to make the day before; men can wear nail varnish too, and girly shoes if they want, though this time I had men’s shoes on, better than none at all though eh Pip?! Got home, ate, checked pics, spoke to Pippa and Sarah briefly, then slept for hours, like a large, heavy, very tired log. It was a good weekend.
    Sep 06, 2004 565
  • 02 Sep 2004
    All of a quiver Raped, burned and driven over a cliff, Cerys? Sounds like a quiet weekend to me. No, I’m sure we’ll be getting into much more trouble than that. The vodka is chilled, my nails are painted, and my clothes are ironed (choice of several outfits, still haven’t decided). Had to clean the mud off my heels, I may be a country girl at heart but I don’t have to look like one. Bag is packed, make up ready for the morning, directions all sorted, what HAVE I forgotten? There must be something, there always is. Ok all you girls who are going this time, we’re on our way, see you very soon. You will tell me if I forget to put my skirt on won’t you?
    453 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • All of a quiver Raped, burned and driven over a cliff, Cerys? Sounds like a quiet weekend to me. No, I’m sure we’ll be getting into much more trouble than that. The vodka is chilled, my nails are painted, and my clothes are ironed (choice of several outfits, still haven’t decided). Had to clean the mud off my heels, I may be a country girl at heart but I don’t have to look like one. Bag is packed, make up ready for the morning, directions all sorted, what HAVE I forgotten? There must be something, there always is. Ok all you girls who are going this time, we’re on our way, see you very soon. You will tell me if I forget to put my skirt on won’t you?
    Sep 02, 2004 453
  • 01 Sep 2004
    Decisions, decisions… I’m not too disappointed about missing a night out tonight, apart from the fact that my concern for a friend overshadows any disappointment I may have had, I’m going out at the weekend anyway. And not half. For it is that time of the month again – TM London. Will be my second time there, but this time Pippa’s coming with me, which is nice. Maybe she’ll even manage to keep me out of trouble. We’re going down on Friday night and staying with Sarah. Pippa suggested we should travel down dressed, which I thought was a great idea, but I’ve added the stipulation that we must stop for lunch on the way. My recent experience of being dressed for lunch at a motorway service station was absolutely no big deal, but Pippa is not so used to being in public places that aren’t known as tranny haunts. That sort of thing can seem a little daunting at first, but I’m sure Pippa will also discover that it’s really no big deal. Anyway Pip you can either be brave about it or be dragged in by the scruff of the neck, but we are going for lunch, ok? I can’t seem to get this picture of Thelma & Louise out of my head though… Pippa & Lucy, the road movie, somehow I think it’s going to be a wild weekend. So once again I will be leaving the house dressed and driving through town, my only concern is that someone will come round just as I’m about to leave. Should I hide, and hope they’ll go soon, pretend I’m going to a fancy dress, come out on the spot? Depends who it is I guess. My mum often comes round unexpectedly and it’s starting to get tricky. She came when Sarah was here, we didn’t hear her so she left a note through the door, but of course when I saw her she asked whose car was parked outside. Fortunately I’d arranged an alibi, said Paul and a friend were here at the weekend, unfortunately Paul forgot that he was my alibi and just happened to bump into mum in town, and said that he hadn’t seen me for over a week, so she got 2 conflicting stories. Fortunately dizziness as well as blonde hair comes from my mother’s side, so I’m not really sure if she twigged, despite the blatant lie. They may be white lies, but I hate having to tell them, and that’s one reason for telling my mum the truth about me. It’s been on my mind a lot recently, and I’m trying to find other reasons for telling her; does she really need to know? Will it be any easier for her if I sit her down and calmly (yeah right) explain about me, rather than her discovering me dressed. I’ve no doubt in my mind that she will not react badly towards me, will not disown me, but I can’t be sure she won’t be hurt by it or unnecessarily worried. I don’t want her to see it as some sort of psychological problem, in fact any problem at all, because for me it just isn’t. It’s always been something I’ve just accepted about myself. Like most of us I expect, I have never thought to myself, I wish I wasn’t like this. It’s just me, the real me, and I think that’s the main reason I want to tell her, she’s my mum and I’m more or less always pretending that I’m someone I’m not. I try to be honest with her but she’ll ask, "What’re you up to this weekend?" Oh just doing the tranny version of Thelma & Louise, joining hundreds of other t-girls at a club in London, drinking lots of vodka and generally having a wild time with my t-girlfriend. "That’s nice dear…" Of course I would still hide some of the gory details, mothers don’t need to know everything, but they ought to know who their son or daughter really is. I feel I owe that much to her, even if the truth hurts. So I’m pretty much decided that I will tell her, but not before the weekend, unless she turns up on Friday morning. I don’t know how to though. Telling Ann was not easy, and I want to find a way of explaining it better to my mum, so she really understands that there is no need to worry. Reading the forums and chatting with others in similar situations is helping to give me some ideas of what to say, but of course when it comes to it I will just be a pathetic heap of jelly. Anyway I shall try not to think about that too much and just enjoy our weekend adventure. I added some more pics to my fantasy album, for anyone who’s interested, (perhaps I won’t show those to my mum) and of course I will have more pics after the weekend. Which reminds me, I really need to think about what I’m going to wear. Now that’s what I call a difficult decision.
    443 Posted by Lucy Diamond
  • Decisions, decisions… I’m not too disappointed about missing a night out tonight, apart from the fact that my concern for a friend overshadows any disappointment I may have had, I’m going out at the weekend anyway. And not half. For it is that time of the month again – TM London. Will be my second time there, but this time Pippa’s coming with me, which is nice. Maybe she’ll even manage to keep me out of trouble. We’re going down on Friday night and staying with Sarah. Pippa suggested we should travel down dressed, which I thought was a great idea, but I’ve added the stipulation that we must stop for lunch on the way. My recent experience of being dressed for lunch at a motorway service station was absolutely no big deal, but Pippa is not so used to being in public places that aren’t known as tranny haunts. That sort of thing can seem a little daunting at first, but I’m sure Pippa will also discover that it’s really no big deal. Anyway Pip you can either be brave about it or be dragged in by the scruff of the neck, but we are going for lunch, ok? I can’t seem to get this picture of Thelma & Louise out of my head though… Pippa & Lucy, the road movie, somehow I think it’s going to be a wild weekend. So once again I will be leaving the house dressed and driving through town, my only concern is that someone will come round just as I’m about to leave. Should I hide, and hope they’ll go soon, pretend I’m going to a fancy dress, come out on the spot? Depends who it is I guess. My mum often comes round unexpectedly and it’s starting to get tricky. She came when Sarah was here, we didn’t hear her so she left a note through the door, but of course when I saw her she asked whose car was parked outside. Fortunately I’d arranged an alibi, said Paul and a friend were here at the weekend, unfortunately Paul forgot that he was my alibi and just happened to bump into mum in town, and said that he hadn’t seen me for over a week, so she got 2 conflicting stories. Fortunately dizziness as well as blonde hair comes from my mother’s side, so I’m not really sure if she twigged, despite the blatant lie. They may be white lies, but I hate having to tell them, and that’s one reason for telling my mum the truth about me. It’s been on my mind a lot recently, and I’m trying to find other reasons for telling her; does she really need to know? Will it be any easier for her if I sit her down and calmly (yeah right) explain about me, rather than her discovering me dressed. I’ve no doubt in my mind that she will not react badly towards me, will not disown me, but I can’t be sure she won’t be hurt by it or unnecessarily worried. I don’t want her to see it as some sort of psychological problem, in fact any problem at all, because for me it just isn’t. It’s always been something I’ve just accepted about myself. Like most of us I expect, I have never thought to myself, I wish I wasn’t like this. It’s just me, the real me, and I think that’s the main reason I want to tell her, she’s my mum and I’m more or less always pretending that I’m someone I’m not. I try to be honest with her but she’ll ask, "What’re you up to this weekend?" Oh just doing the tranny version of Thelma & Louise, joining hundreds of other t-girls at a club in London, drinking lots of vodka and generally having a wild time with my t-girlfriend. "That’s nice dear…" Of course I would still hide some of the gory details, mothers don’t need to know everything, but they ought to know who their son or daughter really is. I feel I owe that much to her, even if the truth hurts. So I’m pretty much decided that I will tell her, but not before the weekend, unless she turns up on Friday morning. I don’t know how to though. Telling Ann was not easy, and I want to find a way of explaining it better to my mum, so she really understands that there is no need to worry. Reading the forums and chatting with others in similar situations is helping to give me some ideas of what to say, but of course when it comes to it I will just be a pathetic heap of jelly. Anyway I shall try not to think about that too much and just enjoy our weekend adventure. I added some more pics to my fantasy album, for anyone who’s interested, (perhaps I won’t show those to my mum) and of course I will have more pics after the weekend. Which reminds me, I really need to think about what I’m going to wear. Now that’s what I call a difficult decision.
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