OK bit of a philosophical one this.What do you do when dressed? Ignoring the hurried take loads of pics its a good time. Move on. When away get chance to be all day, not at work, obviously, do nice things, drink in the day, walk about, spend money be myself. Do very little of the boring stuff of life, lets call it the fibre. OK some boring stuff, getting caught in the rain, getting sunburn on feet and back, shopping in Sainsburys, being bored in the bus queue. There you go, strip off the humdrum stuff then no wonder the dressed stuff is lovely, putting aside the nerves about being out there. So Brighton 2012 very quickly became in my memories an alternative universe where nice things happened but could not happen here. Sort of an alternative universe, or tranny portal. Did I really spend so much time dressed, was it really so easy? Yes it was. Could it happen in the "working week?" Probably not. OK the big one. Im I a womens mind in a males body? Ha, ha know that is a simplistic question and the answer is there is no single male or female but a spectrum so the better question is would my level of dysphoria be so great that surgical intervention will be required, or dressing as a woman full time? Lets be honest, probably not. So what is the hormane taking about then? Err?
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