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Just after Manchester, I came out to another friend. It was a very natural thing to do. I said I was hoping to live more and more as Ariane within the limits that my circumstances allowed. Not just in safe environments like Canal Street, but in normal life (gigs, football matches, walking round town etc). So much to look forward to. A whole world to explore.
That remains the ambition, but December has been regrettably girl-free. It wasn't just the approaching holiday season with more people being around at home. More serious than that. My mother, who was ill for a long time, suddenly got worse. She had to go into hospital, and there she died, the week before Christmas, with me keeping a lonely vigil at her side. Then on leaving the hospital for the last time, I went down with a virus which knocked me out for a while.
So this afternoon is literally the only time when I've been on my own. Straight into the loft for the hidden suitcase. And Ariane is here again. All in black, with pearls, and the highest heels available. And a gin and tonic. I feel so much better. I have missed this so much.
Looking ahead: normal service resumes in January, when everyone goes back to work and I will have whole days on my own. Lots to explore. Guildford (trans desert) turns out to host The Fallen Angel which is a regular cabaret. There's someone else I'm planning to come out to. Then back to Manchester at the end of the month where Ariane will go and watch City again. Ariane also needs to make her London debut.
Being trans is like a drug. The more you do, the more you want.
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