Happily, James will now put the record straight. He's not really a "hellraiser", despite those those pictures that appeared online and in the press of him and some chums at a party in various states of undress. One of the images appeared to show him using a hairdryer on his pubic hair.
Another saw him sitting naked, by a fireplace, holding a bottle of lager. In a third photograph, he bared a waxed chest and well-toned upper body, with one hand covering his modesty. He was also pictured in drag - FB.
Perhaps the most memorable shot showed Middleton and three male companions, with their trousers and underpants round their ankles, standing with their backs to camera on a leafy rural road. A nearby road sign proclaimed: Back Lane. Lawyers hired by the Middleton family successfully instructed newspapers never to re-publish the images, which had leaked via a Facebook account with inadequate security settings.
But, inevitably, they have endured in cyberspace. And old reputations die hard... "Out-of-character", say friends. "He s actually the reverse of a party animal" says one, "quiet and a little bit shy. One of his hobbies is beekeeping, which speaks volumes." Doesn't it, just?
But if James has sometimes played hard, he works bloody hard, too, "he claims to work 14-hour days" at his two cake businesses. And no, he's been bankrolled by the multi-millionaire Middletons. It is mere convenience that means he operated from their business compound, his cakes are sold through their Party pieces website, and it seems they've secured his business debts - handy, as it's currently trading at a (small) loss.
Oh, and he also lives rent-free at a million pound pad they bought in Chelsea. And no, James hasn't been considering a role in Made In Chelsea. "'Just a typical, speculated rumour of the sort his family has sadly become so used to ." Poor show, evil newspapers! But what about the "scurrilous rumours" we've heard about young master James being a big old gay?
A failure to live up to the It-boy stereotype by falling out of nightclubs with blondes on each arm has seen James endure widespread speculation about his sexuality. After he gave the reading at sister Kate s 2011 Royal Wedding, web forums buzzed with chatter. James has never publicly discussed his private life, on the grounds that it would open a Pandora s Box.
But one of his closest friends who was authorised by Middleton to speak to me described the suggestion that he is gay as ridiculous . Believe me, she said, anyone who has known James for any length of time would know that s nonsense. He s just a heterosexual 25-year-old who is in no rush to couple up and seems happy with the single life.' Another friend said: If you ve ever heard James talk privately about girls, you d know he s not gay.
But he s not that bothered by the rumours, either. He s quite meterosexual so, in a way, he takes it as a compliment. Jolly glad to hear it.
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Got fab. Had a truly great night out. Got home.
Slept. Unabridged Good News from the War on Moping Not sure if I alluded to this in the last few posts, but in recent months, life - from a pro-celebrity miserablist point of view - has been very kind to me. Yes, the nights have drawn in, the weather is damp and cold, yet, my mood has been remarkably buoyant.
Indeed, the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones commented that I seemed different: more relaxed, more caring and less tense. What the root cause of this wonder is, I don't know. Likewise, I don't know what tipped me in the darkness before and to an extent, I'm not really sure knowing would really help.
I'm just happy to be me once again. It's been great not to be mulling things over, or metaphorically looking over my shoulder for the distant bay of the Black Dog (Ed: Bay of the Black Dog? Sounds like something from Pirates of the Caribbean. 'Bring me that horizon and some ballet pumps, my feet are killing me' .) Being out from under the cosh, so to speak, I can and do find it easier to think of others.
I think it's that that Mrs J has noticed. I have tried to listen more - to actively listen - rather than have half an ear on what she was saying. I know that is just plain rude and I feel bad for it.
It's not so much that I wasn't listening.... more that I was distracted by my own thoughts. I've heard it said that depression can be a selfish condition and I think it's easy to take that as a negative.
It is, at least speaking personally, not untrue, but not altogether a helpful statement. After all, when you feel down, the last thing you need is a bit more negativity coming your way. :-) Still, bygones. Outing Lynn With what seemed like a much happier Jones household - and Xmas pretty much sorted - I checked I was okay to head out with the trans massive to Invasion.
It didn't clash with anything we had planned, the Ever Lovely Mrs J was cool about it, so it was all systems go! Yay. Happy times.
Mrs J and I seemed to have reached a new level on our collective acceptance of my requirement for an extended wardrobe. It comes up in general conversation, rather than hushed, hurried tones. We joke about it and we talk openly.
Indeed, that was put to the test this very week. For some reason, I'd left an envelope from Chameleons on my bedside table. It simply said 'Lynn' on the front and I got a text about it late afternoon.
It wasn't so much a confrontation as a " is that your weekend name ? :-P" vibe. I didn't think a text was the right time to explain, so we talked about something else and I addressed it when I got home. Now, I could have said it was for someone else, but it felt wrong to do so, so I didn't deny it.
I felt a bit.... funny? guilty?
ill-at-ease?... over the whole thing. I started with, I'll be honest with you....
Mrs J (bless her) laughed it off with, I sort of expected you to have a girlier name. We had a chuckle about it and neither of us could really get worked up enough to become upset. I think that can only be a good thing!
I know a few people have said that how couldn't she know? Simply, I don't dress at home and I don't refer to myself with that name, so it never comes up. Christmas Invasion!
Apocalypse avoided, nippers snuggled and Mrs J kissed goodbye, I headed out to Invasion. The day before, I had the good luck to be working from home. While I waited some some systems to finish patching, I wrapped a few presents and tried on an outfit.
Now, I was pretty sure that I wanted to wear my black & white skirt. Sure, it's shorter than I'd normally go with, but hey, it's Christmas and it's very much a going out number. The only question was the top.
I didn't want to do a plain black top. To cut a long story short, I decided on a little black vest (thank you Next Outlet!) and a lacy top I borrowed from Mrs J. Bless her, she offered to lend me a jumper top, but with the puff sleeves, it made my shoulders look huge.
Now, because I can't change at home, I'll often nip up to the Centre where we run Chameleons. There's usually someone in, so it's not a problem. This time, there was just the local police in (they have an office upstairs), so I was in and getting ready.
So far, so good. I'm just putting the last of my industrial strength shapewear on, when there's a knock at the door. Just about to head out and we need to lock up.
Bugger. :-) Okay. Don't panic, Jones! I get my hoodie and jogging trousers back on (Ed: had you gone as a burglar, Lynn? :-P), wish the coppers merry Xmas and wait in the car until they'd gone.
Well. Other than driving down the M1 to find a service station to use (no thanks), I made the best of it and finished getting ready in the car. Sure, the arc light and map-lamp in the car were not as good as I'm used to, but you gotta make the best of what you have sometimes.
Besides, the tricky part of getting the clothes on was pretty much done. Face, hair and nails done, it was off into town. The Main Event Now, I arrived a bit before nine and I thought I was late.
I bumped into Rachel first and the place was quiet. More and more folk turned up. I realised I'd left my false eyelash glue in the car, so there went my plan of fixing them.
I headed to the loo to fix my mascara. Not wanting to cause offence, I headed into the gents. Yeah, it was a gay pub, but I don't like to push it.
Anyways, as I was stood by the mirror. I notice this chap behind me standing with his trap open looking at me like I'm the first trans person he's seen. Okay, curiosity.
Whatever. I carry one. Eye one done.
He's still looking. Ignore. Eye two.
He's still stairing. Deep breath and face him. It's okay, honey.
It's a gay pub. This happens. He shut his mouth and walks off.
The bloke spending a penny behind him was trying so hard not to laugh and we had a chuckle at Mr Stare-o-tron's expense once he'd gone. Make-up fixed, it was time to mingle. Sam turned up, then Maddy.
I bumped into Jemma and I got to meet Justine for the first time (who is lovely and I still miss her blog). I had a good long chat with her about stuff and after a quick photo opportunity with Jemma and Maddy, we headed to the next pub and finally a club. Now, the club is more a straight venue than a gay one, but the group haven't had any trouble and once folk seem to get their heads around the fact that the Invasion massive are just there to dance and have a good time, curiosity fades and we're left to get on with the important things: like having a good time. ;-) Rather than go with the more up-to-date rave-esq numbers upstairs, on recommendation, we opted for the 80s/90s retro stuff downstairs....
and I'm glad we did. I had a really good time dancing to some old school pop classics. Stuff I wouldn't have danced to during my teenage metal period.
Funny, that I knew all the words to the Whitney Houston numbers though eh? Self denial, it's an ugly thing :-) Eventually, it was time to head back. So I bid fair well to the rest of the Invaders and made my way down the street to the bottom of the hill.
Honestly, a hill in heels after you've been discoing it up all night? I think not. :-) All in all, a very good night out. I got in about half one and strangely, I've not felt to tir....zzzzz :-) Ahem.
Yes. Right. One last thing to do: to wish you and yours a very merry Christmas and good luck for 2013.
Make it glam, make it happen.
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Things to be cheerful about! Dare I say, all seems to be going fairly well at the moment; other than the Ever Lovely Mrs Jones being flat out with a rather nasty cold. With luck and a spot of rest, she should be okay for her graduation ceremony next week.
Yes, Mrs J will soon be Doctor Jones.... and, yes, I'm very proud of her and no, I haven't bought her a slightly crumpled hat and a whip either. ;-) Party? Already?
Mais oui! What else is going on? It being just about the end of November, we had the Chameleons Christmas Party.
Yes, it is a little early and we do this to avoid clashing with work and home dos, school plays, etc. I had been a little worried about the catering; seeing as only a few people had posted in the forum. As per, I shouldn't have been concerned; we did very well, with everyone bringing this & that to build up a quality spread.
Sandi & H. did a top job in putting out the tablecloths, food and candles. It made the place look really homely.
Chuck in some sparkly disco lights and an old MP3 player from home, we were good to go! Given it was a party, we had a pretty full house. It's great to see so many people come along and it keeps the coffers topped up well too.
Sandi did the honours by capturing the event by taking a few snaps. I'd over-packed as usual, but this time, decision was with me. It was on with my favourite Christmas dress (red velvet) and last Christmas's star patterned tights.
Sadly, they won't be in use as they've died a death. Still, nothing is forever right. Maddy was in a shoe quandary so I loaned her a pair of my studded heels, while I went with the new ones from Dotty P's (see last month).
Not the most comfortable, but I think you have to suffer for your art sometimes ;-) As it was a party, it was on with the fancier than usual Urban Decay set Mrs J had gifted me with. She'd got a more recent set with new colours, so Muggins here ended up with the old, but very glam set. On with a set of false eyelashes and I was good to go!
Thanks to a lucky find while out shopping, I managed to get a few early Xmas presents in. Something for Sandi & Tracey because of all the hard work they do. Plus two little some things which caught my eye for two other friends.
I'll spare their blushes at the mo. We had another visit from our student researcher and from brief conversations with M, all seems to be going well. I saw her having a long chat with Tracey, so hopefully that'll help her project along.
In Da Club Pub I hung back a bit to help tidy up and after that, headed off to the pub to catch up with the rest. We had a quick karaoke session. Perhaps a good thing given our collective vocal talents.
I tried my hand at Green Day's Time of Your Life. Funny, how come singing seems to be better in the car. Maybe the windscreen on reflects back the vocals that are in tune. :-) In order to cool off, Rhiannon and I had a good long natter in the smoking garden.
Well, there were a few plants, but neither of us smoke. Not sure if that violates Trade Descriptions, but meh. :-) After a bit more socialising and a dance to LMFAO, it was time to head home...... only, I had a bit of a scare.
I'd pulled up in an out of the way lane to take my make-up off and slip some trousers on. Y'see, I don't like to return home - even if it is the wee hours - fully Lynned up (Ed: is that even a word? ). So, slap removed, wig stashed and man clothes on top, I started the car....
or rather, I didn't. The lights all came on, but the engine wouldn't turn over. Sigh.
Don't panic, Jones. Take the key out. Check the gear, press the brake and try again (standard ops for an automatic car).
Nothing. Sh**. Okay.
It's something passed one AM and I'm in the middle of nowhere. Okay. Try again.
Nope. Right. Don't panic.
Ring the breakdown people. Ahh. No wallet.
I left that at home. Bum! Ring Mrs J?
No. She needs her sleep and she's got a busy day. Okay.
Let's apply the IT principle turn everything off and leave it for five minutes. :-P I'll mess about with my phone and see if I can get a signal to call Breakdown. No joy with that.... Panicking a bit now.
Force myself to wait a bit longer. Turn the ignition. Nothing.
Okay. Check the lights. They're okay, so battery's not screwed.
Turn everything off. Get out of the car. Fire central locking.
Enjoy the view of the night out towards the woods and the power station Wonder how long it would take to walk back if the car is shot. Shrug. Get back in.
Turn the key. Cross fingers. "C'mon, you beauty". Vroom!
RESULT! Panic over. Now back home to bed after a quick check that my eyelids aren't still sparkly.
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Well, some interviewees, I should add. Sportsfolk don't interest me so much, so those episodes I tend to overlook. Perhaps it's because I don't look into their world so much.
Maybe if I did, I'd take more of an interest. Anyhoo, that will have to wait for a little while as I consider a few tracks. T-Town Some weeks (Ed: months?) ago, I talked about the Our Different Journey project.
Due to various issues over hosting, resourcing and Real Life getting in the way, the work has not gone as easily as I'd hoped. I did have a go at setting up a test site and after Tanya posted her answers to the questions, I wondered about resurrecting the idea. Perhaps this time, I'll spin it a little differently.
I think what I'll try is running the questions here and then going for a meme-tag idea. So, if your name pops up below, please consider cutting & pasting the questions (and later your answers) to your own blog. Likewise, if anyone without a blog would like a go (via Facebook or here in the comments section), that would be very cool too.
If we get enough replies, maybe you'd let me upload a few to the Our Different Journey site. Anyway, on with the show! AWARENESS: When did you first feel trans?
How did it make you feel? Did you embrace or run from it? I remember feeling curious about my mum's and sister's clothes when I was in the third year of primary school.
I guess I'd be about six or seven. I can't put my finger on an exact memory, although I do remember taking a pair of tights from the laundry pile and trying them on in my room. They felt, kinda right, in some odd way.
I remember wearing a pair under my trousers at school, although I didn't repeat that for many years.... not that I got caught doing it. That didn't come to much later.
I didn't know the word trans or any other ones. As far as I knew, this was just something I did. Ego?
Perhaps, but I had no other frame of reference as a young kid. The one thing I did know, I wasn't rough and tumble like the other boys. I preferred books to football and I normally had one close friend, rather than a gang of mates.
One thing I did learn, as a boy, it wasn't cool to cry and you didn't talk about dressing up. I didn't exactly embrace being trans, but I dabbled enough to realise that I'd keep coming back to it. Sometimes the guilt would get to me, sometimes it wouldn't.
I do remember reading a teenage problem page about it - my sister bought a lot of teen magazines (plus, fab make-up tips!) - and I remember thinking, "OMG, that's me. There are other kids who do this." That was a real acceptance moment. ADOLESCENT COPING: How did you cope with growing up?
What about puberty? How was school, or teenage life? I had a pretty easy childhood all things considered.
My parents were good to me and I got off lightly in the long swing of things. I wasn't picked on per say, although I didn't enjoy going to an all boys grammar school. Funny, maybe it really is better to reign in Hell than server in Heaven?
Still, no point in regretting that; if I could change time, I wouldn't be where I am now and I wouldn't want to change it either. So to answer your question, I didn't like puberty. The spots, the greasy hair and of course, body hair.
Ugh. Perhaps ironically, or perhaps more accurately, I hoped that I'd man up. It was a sort of spinning coin.
On one side, I wanted to stay small and unhairy, on the other, I wanted to be tall and mainly like my mates. Go figure. Looking back, I think I had my first dose of depression as I turned 17.
I didn't know what that word was back then and I do remember going to see the doctor about it. It was also about that time that I came out to my Mum. That could have gone better.
Honestly, I felt so ashamed of who I was. Pile on gender identity issues with the heady teenage brew of beer, exams and typical puberty related guff, something was bound to go off pop. I had a few sessions of counselling and while it was helpful to talk to someone, I still had a lot of work to do to get myself back into shape mentally.
EARLY LIFE/ UNIVERSITY / COLLEGE: Having grown up - at least physically, how was life? Did you fit in or fall out? Did you stay home, work away or go to University, college or work?
The village where I lived was okay, but getting a job meant working in a town that I really didn't like. It felt - at least to the teenage misanthrope that I was - that all there was to do was drink, watch TV, fight and try to cop off with one of the local girls. Looking back, I was probably being unfair as as a mate said, a Saturday night is what you make it.
I drifted into the idea of going to polytechnic. Back in the 80s / early 90s, we still had polys. I failed most of my exams through not trying very hard (except in computing), but I scraped enough to get me into a course at Nottingham.
I had thought about London - because that's where all the trans stuff seemed to be - but Mum was fearful of me going down to the capital for some reason. I guess I was still a naive country boy at heart. :-) I'd been to Nottingham many times, so it sort of felt like a home away from home. Plus, there was Rock City and as I was well into my late teen Indie / Industrial phase, I was quids in.
Ahh, discovering the joy of dancing. Rave on. :-) I guess going helped me break the ties from home and after a mate outed me for being trans, that pretty much made me hideaway.... either at my parent's, or by staying at Nottingham.
In a way, he did me a favour. I think it was the kick I needed to make a new start. CAREER: What you do and how you think it has shaped you (for better or worse).
Is there something you long to do? I work in IT as from my teenage years, I'm not a computer guru, but I know my way around an operating system. Most of the stuff I do relates to Microsoft products and much as I admire Unix, I've never really made the time to learn that much about it.
Odd, considering how much command line stuff I do as part of my job. I guess in the last 10 years, I've honed my skills and my talent seem to lie in a very technical aspects. I'm not so good at the management thing - or so I'm told - which is frustrating, because if I want to move on, that's where the next step is.
So, lose a good techie and gain a crap manager? :-) I don't think my trans nature has had that much impact on my working life. Well, other than being a bit more open / relaxed around folk with different sexualities. Now, I help out with HR by offering career / personal issue support to staff.
I've always liked to help people and I guess that fits in with the need. I don't see a lot of people, but enough to make it feel like I am making a difference for someone. RELATIONSHIPS: Single, married, long term relationship, divorced, happy to be single?
How is family life? Married. The Ever Lovely Mrs Jones and I were married in the late 90s and we're very happy together.
Sure, the trans gig puts a strain on things once in a while, but we work through it. I think we've reached a compromise for us both. We can joke and laugh in a pleasant way, so it is by far and away better than I'd hoped for.
In my teenage years, I wondered if I'd ever meet such a lovely girl, and if she found out about who I really was, would she stand by me? We also have two young children: Wee Man (nearly 10) and Little Miss (half his age). I wasn't sure what I expected in being a parent, but honestly, I think it's been great.
Sure, it can be hard work and yes, some old hobbies or activities (namely expensive holidays, posh meals out, etc) have to take a back seat; but having two new people come into the world and being able to help them grow, I find that amazing and very rewarding. COMING OUT: Have you? Would you?
If so, how was it? If not, why not? I came out to my Mum when I was 17.
We were both in floods of tears about it. I guess.... I felt so very confused over who I was.
Ah, if only there'd been the Internet, life would have been different. Or more accurately, perhaps if I'd been calmer, life would have been different :-) As to Mrs J, when we met, I told her it was something I used to do and at that time, that was true. What little clothes I had, I'd given away to charity.
I stopped shaving my legs and I was going my best to 'go straight' - to coin a phrase. Funny thing was, while I'd thrown things away, the interest in wanting to feel pretty didn't go away. I hesitate to use the word 'desire' because it has a sexual connotation and it's more complicated than that.
Skip on a few years - near 2000 - and after a bad choice of job, I was buying clothes and dressing up. Mrs J was working shifts, so that fitted in easily enough. It all came to a head after I lied to her - yes, that's very bad - and went to a Chameleons meeting.
I must have looked a sight: no make-up, no bra, just a top, long skirt and heels from BHS. Still, you've got to start somewhere! :-) I came clean to her a week later and she was understandably upset by it all. I felt so bad for what I'd done - not the dressing up, but the lying.
That was the worst part. But, we worked through it and I remember her borrowing some shoes for an interview. "At least I know you've got good taste in shoes," she joked. I felt like it was a little step towards her being okay with it.
I still get that feeling when I lend her something, or she asks for my advice when she's shopping. THE WAY FORWARD: What s next for you? What are your hopes - trans, or otherwise?
Wow, that's a tough one. I'd like to have a little more freedom over the leg hair issue. I don't like having fully carpeted legs, but equally, I'd rather not freak Mrs J out either.
It's not the end of the world, but it would give me a little more flexibility over clothing choices and in the past, when I did it, having smooth legs just felt right somehow. Trans folk eh? We're a funny bunch :-) Outside of the trans stuff, I'd like to stop taking anti-depressants.
I've been taking them for a couple of years now and they've really helped. I suppose I don't want to stay on them forever, but if they keep me ticking over, I'm not going to ditch them without some serious thought. I'd like to progress a little further in my career, but at the same time, my current employer is very good in terms of working around my family commitments.
Funny, as the kids have gotten older, I think less about my job, and more about them and Mrs J. WORDS OF WISDOM: Anything you d like to share to a younger you or to other trans people? That's a tougher question that the last one.....
Okay. For other trans folk : Don't panic. You're not alone and there are lots of people out there like you.
Talk to them. Make friends, even if it's social media or something. Get out if you can and push yourself.
Somehow I managed it, so you can too. Don't worry about passing; just dress well and have fun. There are worse things in life than being trans.
It can be cool too. :-) For the younger me: It will get better. You will meet someone who'll understand and she will love you, just as you love her. You will make new friends: people who care about you.
There is nothing wrong with being a geek. Drink isn't the answer. Exercise when you can - walking is great for body, mind and soul.
Learn to love dancing; it will be the most fun you'll have with your kit on - be they male or female clothes. End of Line Okay. That's my prattling on done for another night.
For the meme tag, I'd like to pick seven bloggers to keep the home fires burning and if they could nominate another magnificent seven, that would be top stuff. So - and in alphabetical order - over to you : Alex , Alexis , Lucy , Petra , Sam , Stace and Sue . I would have suggested Jonathan and Tanya , but they've already done it.
Maddy, Sophie and Jenny don't run blogs, so I can't tag you either. :- But maybe you'll post with a bit of luck!
Take care, Lynn Today's lyric: Castaway by Greenday....
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He told Richard Bacon: "The BBC said who would be your preferred partner and I did say Anton - someone with a good sense of humour and a firm hand - but apparently the programme hasn't moved that far forward yet." And why shouldn't we break the dancing gender stereotypes? At dance classes and socials around the country same-sex couples are hardly a rarity, whether by choice or necessity. Many teachers will refer to leaders and followers rather than men and women...
So maybe the BBC should pair the couples and they choose who leads and who follows. Then Erin could just wear the trousers all the time. Ann Griper in the Daily Mirror .
It does seem rather antiquated if you think how no-one these days an eyelid at how regularly you'll see same-sex couples in everything from property programmes, to soap operas to game shows.
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This one, despite being four years old, is a quieter and a lot faster than the other cobbled together unit I had. Sometimes, it's the little things. Plus, that's a few hundred quit that I don't need to spend.
I'm not a fan of buying gadgets when I can repair / hack something together to meet my requirements. Money saved means good news considering we've started the Xmas shopping already. What about you?
Oh and I don't mean looking for that perfect Little Black Dress either ;-) Gifts Galore Talking of spending, this week I finally got around to spending some of my birthday money from last month. I bought a top from New Look (no photo yet), a floral pattern bodycon dress (see right) and a jumper dress. The latter two both from Very and after picking them up, I headed home (as it was half-term) to have some lunch at Chez Jones.
Unfortunately, my cooking skills are clearly not quite up to par and a few hours later, I was feeling less that 100%.... more like curl-up-and-hide-and-want-it-all-to-stop-kinda percent. Yup, I'd given myself food poisoning.
Duh. Luckily for me, the Ever Lovely Mrs J is a most wonderful nurse and was very kind in ensuring I could rest up. She also kept away during some of the "incidents" and that's as much as I'm going to say about those.
Well, other than the comment "I don't think I've seen you that colour of green before". :-) So, bad times and time of work, but upside? I lost a bit of weight and as I'd got time booked off for the following two days, I was eased back into the world of the living nice and gradually. I guess I was proper poorly; considering my two dresses remained packaged up until Thursday.
Mrs J and I had a lovely chat about clothes and the whole trans situation. We'd been looking at winter boots together and we chatted about what I'd bought from Very. It means an awful lot to me that we can share such activities.
It really does make my day.... and yes, I did tell her that too. ;-) Out & About With two days off to look after Little Miss and Wee Man, I was ready for a night out. Hmm, reading that back sounds awful!
That's not quite what I meant! :-) What I meant, was after two days of Dad Duties - y'know, fixing Lego, de-tangling Barbie's hair, putting Teddy's shoes on for the sixth time, etc - the idea of a night out where I could let my hair down (so to speak), was very attractive. Plus. I'd got some outfits to try on.
What more could a t-girl ask for? ;-) With an early pass out of the door, I headed upstairs to get changed. I bumped into Sam - not Sam H - and we had a chat about various things. She was kind enough to give her opinion on the new clothes I'd got and we both decided the floral dress, while fab, wasn't quite right.
Maybe if I shifted a few more pounds, but hey, I'm not falling into the trap of keeping clothes I'll slim into. So, sweater dress it was (see right - and thanks to Soph for taking the snap) and it's the first one I've had like that. It was certainly cosy, although later in the evening, I switched to leggings as I felt a little self conscious when I crossed my legs.
Okay, it wasn't short-short, but you know how hemlines ride up when you fidget. :-) After catching up with folk at Chams, Sophie and I headed off to catch up with Sam and Rachel at the pub. It would mean a late night, but with Tanya on her way too, it seemed rude not too. I did delay matters - well, Sophie, actually - as I stopped on the way.
There was a young lady waiting on her own not far from the centre. Now, I'm not 100% sure why I stopped, but I did. I guess it was to make sure she was okay.
Luckily someone was coming to collect her and she'd just hung up her mobile as I pulled alongside. Hopefully I didn't frighten her at all.... as much as a 40 something guy dressed like a woman might.
I do recall making a joke of "I thought I'd offer you a lift if you were stuck.... not that I'm a murderer or a weirdo." She laughed and my mouth ran off with "Well, I am a weirdo, but not that type. I better be going." (Ed: stop talking Lynn and drive on.
There's a love :-P ) The pub is slightly different to Chameleons, in that there's often Karaoke on and it's a different crowd there too (in a nice way). Tanya and I played up to our Scots' roots with a rendition of 500 Miles by The Proclaimers. We had a lot of fun with it, but.
I think the audience merely endured and then joined in. ;-) DIY Curves Sam was curious about how I managed to get my figure to work. Well, that and kind to enough to say I had a nice figure too. Yes, I did manage to say thanks.
I don't own a corset, but I'd like to. What I do have a control top, home made hip pads and padded briefs to help. Cue then a discussion about how tricky it is and the honest truth is that it isn't. (1) Raw materials.
I've used two pieces of medium foam - about the same depth as your thumb is thick - to make two shapes. I got mind from a padded parcel box, but I guess you could buy some if you prefer. :-) Then I put a pair of regular shoulder pads on top to round them off. If you're good with a needle and thread, you could sew them together.
Personally, I just slip mine under my tights, although for summer / with trousers, I've used a trimmed down pair of flesh coloured fishnets to hold them in place. (1) On the left, are your raw materials. Four regular shoulder pads and some parcel foam I've trimmed into shape. I went with some about the thickness of my finger, although I guess you'll want to vary that depending on your own figure. (2) Trim to size (2) The next step is to trim the foam.
I've put a CD on top of the shape I've cut to give you an idea of sizing. I'm just over six foot and a UK size 16. I guess you'd need to lengthen / shorten / widen the shape for yourself.
One thing I will add, start over-size and cut down. I did mine through trial and error, basically by trimming a bit off and then testing under tights and leggings. If you know of a better way, please do let me know. (3) Final shape (3) This is the finished article - well, so to speak.
All this image shows is how I've positioned the two shoulder pads on top of the underlying long shape. You may find you prefer to use extra thick shoulder pads, or if you're lithe, just the long shape. It's really up to you.
I can only write about what's worked for me and we're all different. At only a few quid, it's a fairly easy way to give yourself some shape and based on what other t-folk have said about the professional hip pads, easier to move in too. I have seen a couple of YouTube videos on the subject.
There's a great one from a drag queen, although she's way more creative than I am.
I guess it's my IT it-works-it'll-do mentality coming to the fore. ;-) Take care, Lynn "No more eggs for me" Jones x Today's lyric: Hips Don't Lie by Shakira Continue reading
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