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…
I just read a What’s App text outlining Bill Gates’s views on COVID19. It captivated me. I was inspired to make this short video commenting on the 14 ‘heart-lifting’ points he makes. Obviously COVID19 is a foe rather than a friend but nonetheless, does it have a message for us? One that might help us, as a friend might, despite the havoc it’s wreaking? I hope you enjoy watching my video and get as much from the content as I…
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…
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…
In 2008 and 2009, I spent two full winters writing in my ‘frillies’, in Murroe, County Limerick and the words that came, screamed out from somewhere deep inside. They had a life of their own. Every night, I sat on my bed (in my best nightie of course), furiously typing until finally, it was done. I didn’t write ‘Ode to Coumeenole” as much as I penned it if you know what I mean. It came through me with its own…
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…
“Uncle Bertie’s a Protestant!” That’s what we were told! That’s what we believed! Things got exciting when Uncle Bertie came to visit. You see, being the country cousins from Cork, we’d never even seen a Protestant before! Uncle Bertie was Daddy’s third brother who’d often visit from Dublin. They were all fairly well behaved in that family, it seemed, except of course, for Uncle Bertie. I mean, he smoked a pipe and would often drink pints of Guinness and rarely,…
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…
“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…