Saturday, 26 July 2025

Nottinghamshire Pride 2025.

As with other 2025 Pride events, Notts Pride rightly banned political parties from attending.
The ongoing assault on trans rights has led to the UK falling further down the ILGA Rainbow list. This was due in large part to the Supreme Court ruling in April. But with the right wing Labour government limiting access to trans healthcare, reviving Section 28 for trans people (in its new RSHE guidance), and almost certain to accept the forthcoming trans-exclusionary EHRC “Code of Practice”, we're soon going to be dropping into Hungary or Georgia territory, if not Russia.

In such circumstances, rather than just being a party, Pride reverts to being a protest. And that's good. We're going to need a lot of protests. Not least outside Wes Streeting's house. I hope this one went well.

I didn't go. I went to Gainsborough with my mother, walked by the river, and had a Lincolnshire sausage in a riverside cafe.
Some days, no matter what, all I want to do is head off up North.

Sunday, 20 April 2025

A matter of sides.

My last few posts have been about feelings. Mostly negative feelings. Not feeling very positive. Not feeling very trans.

But if you're going to go large with your bullshit...

Yes, UK Supreme Court, I mean you. For effectively ruling that every trans person everywhere should be made to suffer every day lest some cis woman somewhere some time be made to feel uncomfortable. Yes, so-called EHRC, for instantly exploiting the judgment to further your own prejudicial agenda. Yes, all you political and media bigots, for creating the climate in which it could happen. Yes, all you political and media cowards, for allowing it to happen. Yes, all you celebrating, gloating dickwads, motivated by little more than hatred.

If you're going to make it a matter of sides...

Fuck, get away from me. You can see my trans body at the protest.

Monday, 7 April 2025

Somebody asked...

I was wondering about your own experiences. I realise I know very little about you really.
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Ok...

I'm genderqueer and femme. Non-binary sort of. I prefer neutral pronouns but don't insist on it, except in print; I don't like to see “he” and “him” in print. Sometimes I place myself under the umbrella – given that there's no right way to be non-binary or trans – but often I don't. I'm not currently feeling very trans at all. I ran admin at Notts Trans Hub for several years but have stepped back from that now. I'm not intending to transition in any direction. Although my body has had its own ideas about that and given me mild gynaecomastia. I have been casually investigating HRT to help that along...

The DIY HRT directory

...but I probably won't do anything.

My main identification is femme. I present as femme. To that end all my clothes are off the women's racks, and I have nice earrings and such, but don't attempt to make myself look female. Probably people just think I'm gay, which is fine by me, although I think of myself more as “theoretically bisexual”. That's “theoretically” because I don't date anyone, so it's all pretty much irrelevant.

Well, our gender journeys are all different, aren't they ;)
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They are. And that's where I am in mine. I thought I'd post it here as a kind of milestone.

X miles to go.

Wednesday, 12 February 2025

Not.

Not male.

Not female.

Not binary.

Not non-binary.

Not neutrois.

Not agender.

Not bigender.

Not demigender.

Not pangender.

Not xenogender.

Not cisgender.

Not transgender.

Not butch.

Not futch.

Not not... femme.

I think that about covers it ;)