Tuesday, 31 July 2012

Out in the sun.

British readers of the blog will know that last week, after a very disappointing start to the summer, we had a week of hot, dry sunny weather.  Fortunately for me, I had a stack of paperwork to do for a major client and was able to take it to my holiday home on the Somerset coast.  I am very pleased to say, that for the first time, I now have nicely tanned legs, or at least the start of them.

Previously my white male legs made brief and shocking appearances on holiday in the summer and were then hidden away (quite rightly) for the rest of the year.  Now, after all the laser treatment, they are quite regularly seen, but usually in tights.  This side of November's surgery, tights are quite helpful in keeping 'everything' tucked away and under control. (Oh, what a joy it will be when that is not necessary anymore!)  So what could I do?  Well the solution was relatively simple.  I cut the legs off a few old pairs and they were able to provide the same 'support' but leaving my legs free and able to breathe.  What a treat!

It is rumoured that we may have a little more summer again in September, so my legs will be out to play again then, and next year I am wondering about a week away early in the summer or late spring with reliable sunshine to banish the winter pasty-ness.

I'll keep you posted !

Robin Moira White

Sunday, 15 July 2012

Strangers on a train.

Not really a lot happening at the moment.  Hair a little longer. (I can feel it on the back of my neck now.)  Weekly electrolysis sessions a little shorter - coming down towards 100 insertions. (Thank you Margaret, Jannine and Emma.) And round 3 of hair transplants on course for Monday 6 August.

But the REAL story is that the time towards my trip to Thailand and reassignment surgery ticks ever away.  Only 15 weeks now.

And it can't come too soon.  The nice thing about my regular train journey up to London, apart from the great scenery, is spotting a nice 'fit' serviceman getting on or off the train at Salisbury (where the HQ UK Land Forces are based).  The thought of proper, straight, enjoyable sex with a man grows larger and larger in my thoughts (and helps me stick to my diet) and helps me be very, very certain that I am doing the right thing.  Just the other day, there was a LOVELY chap in a 'camo' uniform with a Major's crown on that tab velcro'd to the front of his jacket as is the style these days, who seemed to be heading up to London.  He certainly featured in my dreams for a couple of nights after that.

Just imagine how it has been, for as long as I can remember, to have had to hide my real thoughts, so difficult, so dangerous, so unfulfillable, away as deeply as I could and now to be able to contemplate a time when........well, I'll leave you to fill in my imagination.

Thank goodness for 21st century medicine.

Robin Moira White