About Me, or the reasons to be cheerful part deux.

I’m glad I’m a tranny. No I’m not being sarcastic, listen it’s a hell of a lot more fun than being normal.

The opportunity to see life from another perspective is rare. OK so I’m not a genetic female and can never experience life as one. Fine by me, periods, water retention and pregnancy don’t list high on my must haves.

Fact, you cannot dress at home and expect to grow into your other self. You’ve got to interact with others. Get out there meet some people. Help a GG in the bathroom with her make-up, chat with real folks. Rejection you won’t find unless that’s what you’re really looking for… I’m one of those people that folks like to tell their woes too. I’ve gotten involved in many a man-bashing conversation in the ladies of a nightclub… With boys and girls, I don’t discriminate; nobody has the right to either! (Here ends party political broadcast)

Yeah, listen to me. I must have had it easy.

Growing up in rough and tough macho South Africa is not easy for most of us never mind a sensitive bi-gendered T*girl like me.

I didn’t step out of the closet until I was 28, scared of that rejection. Afraid of losing a job, friends, family or the respect people have for you.

I joined a support group, blokes in dresses who chat about bloke stuff. A great place to start go find one….

I met some of my best friends through this group, if you haven’t been over to Natasha’s site yet you best pay her a visit. They helped bring me out of my shell, even though I chickened out of the Carte Blanche television show and Natasha did it. Way to go girl!

She did present us in a favourable light, despite M-Net and their tabloid like presentation. I didn’t bottle out of doing a shoot with Marie Claire, which was awesome, pro make-up and photography. A damn good day out I tell ya!

Although by 2001 I was hankering after a little more than South Africa could offer…England home to many famous Queens here I come.

Leaving your friends is so hard; you miss being able to pick up a phone and chat. No more chances to be an accomplice in Natasha’s traffic violations, told you go to her site, and the sunshine… Why is summer only 4 weeks long in England? I’ve been clubbing in London and had a really good time. The Wayout is an awesome place and easy to walk into on your own and make friends. Well out of my shell by now then. Stormes was good, pity it’s moved… not the same without the lights under the dance floor.

So why live in Manchester?

Loads of places to go, all within walking distance. Acceptance by 90% of the people you come face to face with and more cinemas than you can shake a stick at (this being the non-tranny reason).

My story is not over yet, leave anytime, for I’m still going out and enjoying all that there is on offer. I used to think I’d done it all, stoopid I know. There are just so many things to do, so many people I haven’t spoken too. So many nightclubs I haven’t seen. So many freakin’ outfits I haven’t worn. What’s next who knows?.. Ain’t that great? The possibilities are endless, sort of like a ladder in your stocking when you first notice it.

Love

Irene

P.S I hate smoking and football, lager breath and louts. I love music, a little less conversation and a little more action (thanks Elvis.) I talk a lot so be prepared for a full aural assault. Movies, movies and movies. Throw in a cute babe and a motorbike and I’m in heaven… If you wanna mail me send a pic and more than one line of a greeting. Oh Yeah, I hate short emails too!

There is much more I could talk about,  but rather than bore you with my tales of cross dressing in South Africa drop me a quick note at irene@mascarabrush.com