Another year, another birthday. Apparently, it's five years since my last birthday post, ‘Fifty’, so that makes me fifty five.
Today. Five five. Crackerjack.
And it's getting on for five months since I last posted here. What can I say? Not much, seeing as I feel I have less and less to say – in any context. I've only gone down to my local trans group once this year and I left during the "socializing" break.
I have been out to a couple of other things: CN Lester was in Nottingham again, at Five Leaves Bookshop, talking about Trans Like Me and other stuff. And it was TDOR a few days later – and apart from the usual candlelight vigil, we had a nice, positive event Celebrating Resilience and Resistance at the Contemporary. I made notes in my notebook so that I could post about it later, but... didn't.
“Get busy livin'”, I wrote five years ago. Nothing much seems to have happened since then. And my rut continues.
Something better change. I said something better change. Change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change, change.
The admirably disciplined Lynn Jones makes herself post something every Friday. Perhaps I should try that. Or if not every Friday – that does sound incredibly tiring – then at least once a month, as I used to.
Someone come and light a fire under me.