Work Woe and Nights Out

Am getting very pissed of with the attitude of certain managers at work, it seems that they are now trying to flex their authority (think Cartman in uniform - respec ma authoritoir!) and are threatening a ban on internet and conversation. I think they see themselves as the headmaster of a class of kids. Suspect the Express and Echo will be seeing an increase in sales on Wednesdays (when they run the jobs available page). Certainly I'm redoing my CV.
Am also cursing my lack of money. Long Tall Sally have a gorgeous coat with a stunning pair of boots to match in their window at the moment. Alas I don't have a spare £200 to get them *crys*

I've had a couple of interesting nights out, the Burlesque has moved to a new venue which I can't say I'm very keen on. It's a Working Men’s Club and it still allows members free entry without tickets (while it's ticket only for the Burlesque crowd), certainly there were tensions between the locals and the fabulous burlesque guests and I got some stick for looking like an over pinstriped Boy George (I decided to try ‘Glamorous Boi Mode’ instead of the usual dragdiva) - some of the girls got unwanted attention too. Which is a shame because K&Q put on a great show.

On Friday I had a great night out at the Cavern's Alternative 80s night. Though the fact it was a great night was down to the company rather then the night. The DJ was appalling, I was expecting some obscure stuff, but not as much as was played. I wouldn't have minded if they also played some of the bands listed on the posters/online adverts. Also the DJ would leave the booth to chat at the bar, and not return until the PA went silent (very unprofessional), Still got a couple of dances to some Spanadu Ballet & Smiths and the conversation with good friends more then made up for the poor entertainment on offer.

Not Dead Yet

Just a mini update – I’ve been neglecting this blog again (I have a tendency to end up doing stuff then forgetting to write about it.) So here is a little glimpse into my life this weekend. There is a lot of geekage, with some glamour :)

Saturday was a rather mixed day with lots of fail tempered with one bit of quite epic win.

The first of the fails was with the PC, it has recently taken to crashing when the system is under load. I suspect it is the power supply as it seemed to improve when I disconnected some of the drives. So a new power supply is on order. However while testing I noticed things were running a little hot. So I looked up on the PissyWerld site, fans were £3.50 so I tried to order for store collection but the site wouldn't let me, giving a cryptic "Max Order 2" message. Those with experience of PissyWerld will know how much fail that place is, so read on for more fail.

So I got in the car and set off for Digby. On the way over I noticed a clanking noise, whenever the road was bumpy then something fell off the car. So I pull over and walk back up the road to retrieve a large chunk of my car’s suspension. So I had to call out the RAC man for a tow to what turned out to be the Isuzu truck workshop on Sowton, luckily they managed to get a new spring and fit it within a couple of hours and it wasn't too expensive overall.

So with newly fixed car I set off once again for Pissy World, and quickly located two 80mm case fans and took them to the till, where they wanted £4.99! I pointed out that they were £3.50 on the website and that I'd tried to order online but the site had errored. The cashier then told me that I wasn't allowed to reserve items if the store was low on stock. WTF! It could have explained that in English rather then "Max Order 2". Still I kicked off until they sold me the fans for £3.50!

So after all that fail I did at least have something to look forward too. Dru and I were hitting Exeter's sole Gay Bar so I got semi dressed up* and spent most of the night dancing to Lady GaGa (for some reason the DJ was playing two or three songs then another GaGa, or that Bad Boys song). I was getting so much attention too, though most of it unwanted (some old guy's chat up line was "I want to be in a relationship with you" - Darling I want someone much more fabulous!), so I slept alone but that wasn't a problem as I was happy enough with the confidence boost the evening had given me. Also one girl I met tried to introduce me to someone without asking my name, so she said I was a stripper called Tallulah! While that might be better then my current job I don't have the figure (or the confidence) for it. Would need some boobs, and prefer Burlesque! And I quite like the name Tallulah…

After all that, naturally I was rather akin to a Zombie on Sunday.

PS: I’ve just had the email to say that the fabulous Novatech have dispatched the new Power Supply!

*as in dressed up, but not overly so. I wore my Brian Molko angel top (evilbay), black skinny jeans (primani) and pixie boots (Priceless) with a short sleeved jacket (Primani).

A Busy Weekend

I've had a fantastic weekend :)

Saturday I had to forgo the Pride workshop (probably a good thing) to pick my Gran up from the station and do family stuff

In the evening I glammed up in a short skirt, flame print pvc corset, new knee high boots* and a skinny top for Black Catz in Plymouth with Miss Dru. The club was very busy and I ended up dancing a lot with very pretty people. So much Egoboo! Finally got home about 5:15 :)

Its interesting to compare Plymouth clubbing with Exeter, In Plymouth the night has lots of publicity, is in a proper (albeit small) club in the city centre and is open up to 6am. The Exeter equivalent is a general metal night, in a Pub function room, a mile from the city centre, with limited promotion and it kicks out at midnight. I know Plymouth is bigger, but Catz is a niche Goth night - the Metal night is in C103 - using all of the huge three room club! I've seen smaller places do similar standards, even Truro (a fifth of the size of Exeter) had a monthly metal night in a proper club (till the venue went tits up)

Talking to a nice Transsexual lady on Saturday also yielding a very amusing piece of information. There is a monthly Tranny Club (not nightclub I hasten to add) at Clyst St George Village Hall. How Random!

On Sunday night I had a night of Wine and Wii. I'm starting to get a liking for Kirby…

 *The boots arn't that new, but I've not had a chance to wear them out until now

Girlyboi does not equal Sissy.

Something that does annoy me quite a bit is the assumption that people who are fluid when it comes to gender (well from the male being more female side, this doesn’t really apply to FTMs) are all weak ‘Sissys’. Granted there are some Transvestites out there who dress as part of a submission fetish. They want to be forced to dress as a girl and therefore be ‘humiliated’ by the loss of their perceived masculine strengths. I used to encounter these a lot when I used Alt, they would ask for advice on how to dress. I’d then get complained at because it wasn’t humiliating. Unfortunately this seems to be the type that gets reported in the media most often. How many times do the Tabloids report with complete and utter disgust about someone who does not conform to the ‘rules’ of gender? Take as an example, an Army Officer is undergoing SRS. It’s a story that crops up every so often and every time the papers place a negative spin on it, with the subtext of ‘Look at this freak!’

What people seem to forget is that there are feminine strengths as well! It’s not a bad thing to be in touch with femininity. Not everyone is macho and some embrace their female side as it helps with creativity. Not every man in a dress is doing it for sexual kicks. I may dress differently from the average man, so what. I wear makeup, is that a problem? At least I have the guts to not follow the herd.

Here ends the rant!

Erk!

I have just seen a terrifying transvestite wandering around Sidwell Street. She had short hair died pink, pink leopard print hoodie with something pink underneath, black hotpants with pink bows and black tights or stockings (I didn't see the footwear!)

I love trans types but please, try and wear stuff that a girl would. You may think that what you are wearing is sexy, but if you look at girls and base your outfits on what they actually wear, then you will look sexier, better (more passable) and less "OMGWHATWASTHAT!"

Like Ships in the Night

One problem I do sometimes have is with deliveries. Yesterday I returned from work to find a missed delivery slip on the doormat. Nothing I could do about it so I decided to keep my fingers crossed that they would try and redeliver this morning before I left for work (I'm on lates this week). Thankfully they did. But then I find another missed delivery on the mat. This one was from the postman saying that they had an item that was too big for my letterbox. Thing is I was in, and if he'd knocked then I'd have opened the door (or if he really wanted my attention he could have rung the doorbell at the bottom of the stairs) so I have a trip to the sorting office tomorrow - luckily its only a five minute walk away.

As for what the parcels contain. I'll keep you in suspense for another day.

Tranny Style

What is it about a lot of trans types having no sense of style. Its rare to find them wearing anything that an actual girl would wear. There seem to be two extreme is the slutty look*, micro skirts, skyscraper heels and not much else, fine in a fetish club, not so good when out shopping. The other extreme is the exact opposite with a tendancy to the very old fashioned, taking styling cues from old ladies with twinsets etc.

I guess this comes from studying other transtypes rather then sitting in the High Stree or pubs and clubs for a bit and looking at what people (especially girls) wear. I guess being in a small city and leaning to the goth side meant I didn't encounter many trans types during the formuative years of my style.


*OK un the past I might have had a thing for slut boots*** and PVC - still I did keep it to the clubs.

**Again guilty, but more as Goth Fashion then TG

***And I still do so there