Seeing I promised to throw this piece of hypothesis up to (hopefully) a bigger audience, I’d better be a good girl and do so. Let me add that regardless, its not going to change my view on my status, and also, at this point at least, I must point out that beyond knowing that I have a womb, I have no idea whatsoever as to what the rest of my internal genitalia is, as no one has ever checked beyond that point. So if its discovered I have other boy bits internally, the whole question counts for nothing, but…
Given the whole ‘feminist lesbian’ group, who believe you cant be a woman unless you ‘in every way’ present as a woman, stance (no!), against the whole young Trans Activist thing, who believe that someone who hasnt even reached puberty, let alone the age of consent just be allowed to change gender (equally no!) battle that is going on, I’ve decided to take the ‘easy’ route out, and declare myself Intersex, which strictly I am, but it takes a whole lot more explaining, but anyway…
(For those not up on the matter, it means, in my case at least, that I have the most obvious boy bit at present, but equally I have a womb, which most would say is one of the more obvious women bits, but anyway. As to what else I have in there, probably best I dont know! But the thought that struck me is this, if I only have one boy bit, and I get rid of that, does that actually make me a natural woman?
Given that nowadays they dont actually remove it, just using the flesh to create the vagina, I guess that strictly I wont get rid of it anyway, but equally, if it was meant to be a vagina in the first place…?
Strictly, as I say, it really doesnt matter, all my paperwork says I’m female, even without the bits being bobs, and besides, assuming medical permission for the surgery given things, I plan to get it done, so… But yes, just an interesting thought, if all my bits are then female, does that mean I’ve transitioned, or do I become a natural woman?
So yes, as my dear friend Kiefer suggested, this has to be the obvious song. Just that most people would assume Aretha, so coming out of left field, its Carole King, who actually happened to help write the song, as well as, in this case, sing it.
Well, if that doesnt give away the song, and the occasion, then I dont know what will! Which version, and there are many, you’ll either have to look at the video, the tags, or both!
Yes, tomorrow is that supposedly most romantic date on the calendar, Valentines Day!. Apart from one gift from a friend, who I was pretty sure didnt really mean it (in hindsight, and from details someone else discovered about her, she definitely didnt), I havent had anything from a Valentine this century! No, I’m not going to name, or shame said woman, who was never more than an online friend, in case you were wondering! A few might know her, it was more than a few years back, but most wont!
So, in truth, the chance of anyone still loving me tomorrow, is pretty much zero, or less. Fine, its probably for the best now, I’ve probably grown horribly independent now, doing pretty much what I want to do at all times, so the idea of coming to mutual agreement on such matters now, would be nigh impossible. Oh, and all that besides, if I get involved, it may well mean a need for a certain form of surgery, and I’m trying to avoid more imminently needed pain, without adding to the pain by having my bits ‘bobbed’ and stuff like that, lol.
But fine, if ever there are a pair of days when it hurts to be single, this is the first one, and then there’s tomorrow! So yes, I suspect the only way I could now make a good wife/partner, would be if someone arranged me to go to the ‘Stepford School For Good Housewives’, but fine, I would enjoy that, given the chance!
Otherwise, I guess I’d better just get on with being an old maid, until 13th February 2019, at least, lol! Mind, if someone is feeling suitably crazy, or there’s a mad scientist out there that fancies customizing his ‘perfect wife’, well…? No, dont have any great expectations, somehow!
The Shirelles were the group that made this song famous in the first place, and my personal pick would be a catchy version by Middle Of The Road, which I cant find on You Tube! So, lets settle for a version sung by the person who should know the song best, as she co-wrote it!
Yes, that is a cynical question tonight btw, and relates to someone who was a Facebook friend of mine, but isnt any more. Still, I wont say too much for now, as I’ve thrown the whole issue over her, and someone else over to management at work, and dont want to influence events by commenting here at all, especially as I know of at least 1 regular reader of these postings who works there as well, and I’d hate for him to know the details before management have the chance to deal with it. Guess this is the time I find out just how transgender friendly my workplace really is!
But on other matters…Yes, Facebook friends, how many do you really know? Just did a count of mine for example. Current total is 80, I have actually met…37! Seriously, less than half! Several of the others are long term online friendships though, but even so…Its silly, isnt it? Assuming you’re on Facebook, dear reader, do the same, and see how good your percentage is. I’d be surprised if many got to 70%, let alone over 90% somehow.
Funny thing is, a few of my dearest friends arent on that list, they arent on Facebook! I avoided it for years, in all honesty, got talked on to it at my previous workplace, and just never left. Mainly because I got involved in several Irish Cricket groups, and I’d hate to leave them behind, even if I wouldnt miss much else. I certainly wouldnt miss all the games on there, nothing annoys me more than getting invites to games, or to send flowers, or the like, and yes, I have deleted people who keep ignoring my requests not to do so.
You guessed it, no, I’m not on Twitter, and the other numerous similar sites there are, just of no interest to me at all. As for instant messenger, err, well I’m on Yahoo, but log in very rarely, and always invisible when I do. That might be a time issue, as well as a lack of interest one though. Seriously, I only keep it because there are times when its handy to be able to just bounce off something with one of my friends in the US, and thats often the easiest way.
Let me guess, I’m a miserable so and so, arent I? You’re probably right, but if so, what are you reading this for, lol?
Right, the video, a Carole King classic, and I think you’ve worked out the title already
You know the type, where the only good point is when you slip into bed and fall asleep? Well, hopefully fall asleep at least lol. Yes, I’m sure you have, all I know is I certainly had one today!
The ‘fun’ started as soon as I left the house this morning, or rather, didnt. I knew it was raining, but ever so slightly I thought until I got outside. Wrong number one! Dash back in, change into a slightly more suitable coat, and again head for the bus stop. Did I get there? Think you’ve guessed the answer, no, I didnt. Almost did, but…where’s my watch? Answer, still on the side in my bedroom waiting for some dumb blonde to put it on! So back home again, this time was the last time though.
Next bit was ironic, Trans Pennine Express delivering a late train, shock horror! Didnt mind really, got on it, got a seat, maybe the rest of the day will be better? Ha ha!
I dont know who thought it was fun to deal me a 9.5 hour shift today, it certainly wasnt me! Even more so after a latish finish last night to boot. So lets see, I got to bed just before midnight, and was up before 6! And got home tonight just after 7.30, just over 12 hours after I left…for the first time!
I dont know if I drew the short straw for calls today at work, or whether everybody was getting imbecilic ones, but I definitely was. Last call was a classic you just dont want to know about, but maybe its just as well you cant murder someone down a phone line lol!
TPE were back to normal by then, train arrived late, left late, but given that it more or less ran to schedule, I couyld still (just about) get the bus with luck. Luck, whats that? Run straight into logjam of people blocking the exit to the station. Force my way out, see the bus at the stop when still nearly 200 yards away, so let out a metaphorical scream of anguish. Something here went wrong. Someone took so long getting on the bus, I got it! Dont ask me how though, I guess something had to go right eventually?
End of the tale of woe, I wish! Normally I bet once a year, on the Grand National. Havent got a clue, pick 3 horses, and donate money to some bookie other than my employer, for rules reasons. But tonight, as I mentioned earlier in the week was the first night of the Breeders Cup. And in the 8.50 was a horse called Stephanie’s Kitten, and we have 2 cats in the house. So alright, I was going to have a very small bet on it, just because of that. But because of that last call, and the delay that caused me, I had a choice, put the bet on, or get the train. Yes, no contest, get the train! And yes, you guessed it, horse won at 8/1!
The video tonight shows my cynical nature, and dry humour, I’m sure you’ll get the joke if you click the button!