Ours was an early morning flight and the sun had yet to rise as we taxied out past great-big hangers and sleepy planes. That early morning glow, advancing slowly on the horizon and the burning orange and yellow of man’s electric light scattered here and there, warmed my little heart. I rested my forehead against the glass portal to feel the engines roar and breathed a deeply contented sigh as the wheels lifted ever so smoothly from the Dublin tarmac….
Last month, I made a promise that I would launch this ‘Petrafied’ blog on March 24th, 2020, the 52nd anniversary of the day my Dad died. And … “A Promise is A Promise“ So … If you’re reading this I have launched already which means its too late to save me! 🙂 They say, the memory of some things, like the day someone special in your life dies, never leaves you. Some say you get over it but others believe…
Somehow, she appeared to ‘fly-out’ through the front door, or maybe she just glided? I’m not sure which or what, but either way, it was a magical day. “Do you want to do that now?” she asked. “Yes,” I said without hesitation. We all loved them but there were only two pairs, a pink and a white. They’d been a gift to my sisters and all I can remember is wondering why I hadn’t been included! I could call them…
By the time the family came to live in Cork, in March 1959, we were a full seven strong, not counting Ma and Da, with another one on the way! By 1967 we would be the full dozen! It was Da’s dream to have twelve! But to say ‘there were twelve of us’ wasn’t quite true. There were thirteen if you count Pauline who was the ‘cot death’ child! What do you mean “‘If’ you count Pauline?” Why wouldn’t you…
“What has this got to do with transitioning?” I screamed. “We’re talking about cross-dressing here.” “I know.” she nodded. “How did we get on to transitioning? I continued. “I told you before, I do not want to be a woman, I just want to wear women’s clothes!” I did my best to move out of the room, in a commanding way, but what I actually did was ‘storm out’. I was careful of course, not to let the door bang…
A good ‘old’ friend passed this verse to me yesterday, saying it helped them hugely to get through a difficult time in their life. It was a selfless gift given to ease my troubles during this COVID19 lockdown! I found it to be deeply soothing. I am very grateful for how caring people are towards one another during this surreal time! Just for Today Just for today, I will try to live through this day only, and not tackle my…
The whole world is being threatened by an invisible enemy! Our personal health is at risk and many of us may die. At the time of writing, 400,450 people have been infected worldwide and 17,451 are dead. Here’s a link to Worldometer that shows statistics for the world over for a range of subjects which would be fascinating in themselves if not overshadowed by the Corona Virus. When it’s referred to as COVID19 the CO stands for Corona, the VI…
This blog is ostensibly a blog about what it’s like to have been a ‘crossdresser’ all my life! I hate the term ‘crossdresser’ of course! It suggests something is wrong but more on that later. This is one man’s story about the ‘why’ and the ‘what’ of it all and how it has, quite frankly, consumed and defined me! But it’s more than that too. I hope? I love life with all its ‘ups and downs’. I want to live…
One of the verses I penned back in the winters of 2008 and 2009 was ‘Someone’. I craved to be loved by ‘someone’ so I wrote my dreams down on a piece of paper and pinned them to my bedroom door where I could see them in clear view so I might be reminded constantly of what I wanted. “I want to love a man deeply and be loved back by him deeply”. It took all my strength to write…
Resting in your light my love, I feel your warm embrace With you my love, I fall in love, my love, beyond improbable space Far beyond these words, I write, beyond these shadows, wrong and right Beyond a life of lonely trial, beyond the pondering why The love you give me back my love makes it all worthwhile You make a man of me my love, you make it matter not What I wear, what they care or even dare, atop their righteous role You show me love what love is, love Beyond that counting…