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