Big Night Out





I went to Big Night out at Pink Punters on Friday 10th April. It was great to see so many tgirls there. the place was packed. I was especially delighted to see Alex Kingsley and Vanessa Pride.

http://www.tvdreams.co.uk/

ALEX AND I ( It was nearly 4:00 a.m. and Alex looks as fresh as a daisy and I look like a trampled daisy)

They were the first trannies I ever met and were really kind and helpful in reassuring me and helping me realise I wasn't the only tranny in the village.

I'm usually found on the dance floor but this time I had quite a few chats and felt more at home than ever before. I chatted with Faith and Victoria and some really nice Tgirls I hadn't met before. Sorry I'm crap at names but I did take their photos:

ALEX AND VICTORIA

I tried to meet up with Louisa. She was going out for the first time enfemme but work commitments stopped her. I had a fabulous time and everyone was so friendly it was unbelievable.

There were a couple of hiccups. On the way to PP, I was running out of petrol and garages (most were closed) so I risked going 15 miles and managed to get to a garage that was still open, Phew!

One of my friends had visions of me in party frock and high heels walking along the main carriage way with a petrol can and being helped by a kindly man, stopping to rescue his damsel in distress. Then finding out it was a distressed dame.

I braved it out of the car, got my fuel and stupidly tried to walk into the garage which had its doors locked. I did panic momentarily as I though they had just closed but then realised the service window was open. there were a few people about but I didn't get any stares or comments so that was a bit of a boost for my ego.

Then, on the way back from PP at about 5:00 am I was stopped by a police car. When I wound my window down I could just read the policeman's face : " OMG! What have I got here?"

I got out of the car and was really worried. You see I had changed into my brown driving boots and they totally clashed with my silk patterned frock. I must get some nice driving shoes.

I told the PC I had only one drink. " Well you will be alright then if you've only had one pint"

Bloody cheek I thought! I'm a layyyydyyy! So I said " No it was a Bacardi breezer" he seemed unimpressed. To be fair he didn't call me Sir or Madam but was very gender neutral.

Strange thing was, earlier at PP I had been discussing with Victoria if we carried our driving licences when we are frocked up and we agreed that we wouldn't.

I was breathalysed. The PC sighed with relief when I registered zero. He couldn't get away fast enough. To tell all his mates back at the station.

If these two incidents had happened to me just six months ago I would have freaked out. Now that I am more comfortable in my interchangeable genders/ combined genders, I was totally relaxed about it and found them both amusing. I was actually feeling sorry for the copper having to deal with me.

OK I cannot finish this post without a pun. So if I learnt anything about the events of that day it must be that you must carry a petrol can with you, you must not drink and drive, you must take nice driving shoes and you must fill up your tank at least a few hours before you set off. In fact...

Keep a can in your boot, don't boot up if you can, only drink from a can or you may end up in the can or in boot camp.

Sally Ann, Lucy & Petra ( Hope I got your names right girls!)

xx

Mad as in healthy


I just had a thought. No please, sit down, stop clapping.

Everyone on this planet is mad.

There is absolutely no reason for living unless you are free to do what the hell you want.

If you can't do what you want because others won't allow it, you are a rebel, a troublemaker.


We all have different levels of madness. But madness is measured by standards imposed by society- which wants to control what individually driven people -"rebels " want to do.


If the rebels are mad because they disrespect society and may disrupt it and do not conform, how mad are the ones in control? They have not only given up their birthrights to freedom but wish to restrict the freedoms of others.


Freedom fighters want to blow up people for er... freedom.

Law and order people want to lock up anyone who is a rebel.

Rebels want to do what the fuck they like because they care only for themselves.

law & order people make laws to keep order, so rebels and non-conformists will be locked up if they er.. do not conform.


The law makers will lock up anybody who does not agree to uphold the law.

Perhaps the only sane people are those who are in institutions being cared for and fed everyday while they just do what the fuck they like.


In my case I'm a tranny, which some may say is non-conformist and some may say is anarchic and some may say I'm nuts. Really I am just an individual who wants to comply with, but does not want to be part of , the law enforcement.



To sum up:


Everyone is mad.
Some are madder than others.

Those that are actually mad and certified as mad are not actually mad but doing what the fuck they want.

Those that think that everyone should act in the same way , i. e. the "normal" way, are totally nuts.

The world is mad.

I'm just a little mad ,which is good. If we weren't a little mad we would go mad.

So thank God we are all mad .

Why the fuck are we on this planet. No glib answers please.( To promote the species? Why? To make sure it doesn't end. Why? What's so special about it? Other, better, species will evolve. we are mad. We are just keeping the current species going until the next lot come along).

We should just do what the fuck we want. Die because of stupidity or idiocy if necessary. We all live for kicks. Some for small kicks some for full force boot in the groin.

We are junkies in need of our own particular fix. The fix is not a sign of madness. It is healthy. It is only a fix.

National Non-blogging Day.

You know when you read about writers' block? You know, when writers sit in front of a typewriter (things we used to use before you started school - ask your grandad) and they can't think of anything to write and sit there all day without typing a a sentence.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Typewriter

Well, it doesn't happen to blog writers does it? How many times have I read :

" Well I can't think of anything to say. I mean this must sound like gibberish and just a confused ramble of thoughts. I'm not really awake so this may not make sense...."

Yes it does sound like gibberish! Well, fuc%ing stop writing then! DO bloody wake up before you write anything! Why go on for another two pages of rambling crap just because the keyboard is in front of you? Make yourself a fu&$ing cup of coffee! Shut the f%$k up!

OK I'm glad I've got that one off my chest , as the actress said to the bishop. I don't like to moan as life is too short. Too fu%^king short to have to read yet another rambling blog! OK I'm done . Sorry. Just shut the f%$k up OK?

As I was saying. what was I saying? Oh yeah, life's too short. But not short enough for these bastards who waste our precious short lives reading their fu%*ing blogs. O.K. I 'm done.
Moan over.

I mean, if I wanted to read gibberish, I could easily find gibberish in lots of publications written by someone who thought he knew what he was talking about. I don't have to read fu&%$ing blogs of no note. Finished. That's me done. I 've said my piece.No more moans. Right, lets move on to what I wanted to talk about.

Not the fuc&%ng crap bullshit blogs of " Confused Rambler" who starts typing before he has actually woken up. I mean " I haven't properly woken up but..." Well, go back to fu%$ing sleep you moron. I'm sorry. That's all I wanted to say about the subject. I think I've made myself clear.Well why don't they clear their minds before touching the bloody keyboard? OK. Moan over.

Oh yeah. I had this thought. There are days or weeks in the year allocated to things like " No smoking week" etc. How about a National Day for Not moaning? Wouldn't that be wonderful? When everyone agreed that no-one would moan for 24 hours for that day?

Or even better- a National Non -blogging Day for bloggers who have nothing whatsoever to say.
Everyone would stop blogging that day unless they had something really important or clever or really funny to say, or had a really nice piece of graphic work to show everyone.
I mean, if there was such a day, at least I wouldn't have to read a fu%&ing " this must sound like gibberish " bloody blog! Then perhaps we might not need a fu%*ing National Non- moaning Day.

The world is waking up! About fu%&ing time!

This link is about a law just passed in California which will make prisons a lot safer for Lesbian/Gay/ Bisexual and Transgendered people.

This is great news. Now, why has it taken so long for any such action?

http://www.commondreams.org/newswire/2009/03/31-17

Maybe because there have been too many LGBT people beaten up ar even killed. Maybe it is because legislation takes a long time. Maybe the lobby groups have been agitating for this for a long time. I didn't do anything to help this come about so I don't have anything to complain about.

Thank you to all the hard working people out there who took the pain, effort , time , money and risk to get this done. I've been too frightened of letting people know I'm transgendered let alone push for legal rights.

The least I can do is start to talk to people whenever the subject comes up and educate them about being transgendered.

I've made start. I recently told my kids . Tricky, but I felt it was the right time to do it.
Now a number of people who know me well, know about me being a tranny. So now I don't have to be paranoid about other people finding out. Maybe my life will be all the better for it.

OK. I could get beaten up if I'm not careful. But then I'd make sure the heavy arm of the law would come crushing down on them like a ton of bricks. They could end up in prison. Where they just might wish they were transgendered and a similar law was in place so that they could get away from physical and verbal attacks (or worse).

Then they too would appreciate that the law is changing and the world is waking up.
xx

Gabriela getting ready for Pink Punters, 21/3/2009 ( Yes, yet again- I like it! Shut up!)

I have signed a contract with Vague. They said I have great potential as a fashion icon.

They were so impressed with me that an initial fee of £82,000 was agreed. They are very happy to have me on board.

I make the first payment next week.

Gabriela Julie - not just an empty headed tranny, but much more.