5:40 p.m. - 2009-05-04
Tranny Shoe Do Day
It’s Spring Bank Holiday here today and typically it’s cold, wet and windy. I was hoping to get out in the garden and do some general tidying up. The lawns need cutting and the borders need clearing of winter debris. However, that’s gone by the by and I’ve spent the day catching up on laundry.
Twinkles and Lulu managed to coax Jason into saying what was on his mind last night. Apparently he’s conflicted about going to his school prom later this month. He hasn’t got anyone to go with and even if he did have someone to go with there’s the problem of what to wear. He doesn’t want to go in a boring dinner suit, he wants to wear a gorgeous glamorous prom dress, but he hasn’t quite got the courage to do it. He’s already suffered a certain amount of bullying and he’s afraid that if he broke all rules of convention and turned up in a dress then his life would be unbearable. No one would think he was beautiful; they would just laugh at him and mock him. Poor Jason, life is never going to be easy for him. Twinkles understands. He’s been there, he’s experienced the agony of conflict, the desire to fit in and be ‘normal’ and the desire to explore and fulfil his nature. Lulu knows too. It did Jason good to talk to them, but he was still a little bit down when Val and Sandra picked him up to take him home. Twinks shed a few tears after they left. Seeing Jason struggle reminds him of his own past struggles, though as I pointed out at least Jason has some sympathetic and loving support, which is more than he ever did. He’s over at Lu’s place today helping him and Kev re-decorate their living room, though knowing Twinks he’ll be quaffing wine and issuing instructions while Lu and Kev do all the slogging.
I forgot to mention in my last post that my sister Maryann had her baby on April the third, a little boy. So, my parents are now proud grandparents and Twinks and I are very proud uncles. The baby is called Jack, and he’s gorgeous and so tiny, tiny with a shock of black hair. He only weighed 5 pounds 2 ounces when he was born. I’m almost afraid to hold him because he’s so delicate. Twinkles of course adores him and never loses an opportunity to nurse him. Maryann is living with mum at the moment and I’m glad because the pregnancy and birth really took it out of her and she needs the support. She still hasn’t told Callum that he’s a father. She’s adamant that he doesn’t need or deserve to know. His infidelity really hurt her. My dad is of the opinion that a man needs to know that he’s helped bring a life into the world and he needs to be given the opportunity to take responsibility and play a part in that life. I have to admit that I feel the same way, but then I am a man and I know that should I have ever fathered a child I would really want to know. Twinks, rather hopefully, asked if there was any possibility at all that I might have fertilised a female while under the influence of heavy drink and perhaps trying to discover my heterosexual side? I said no there was no chance at all. He was quite cross with me really. In his opinion I could have had the decency to dally with women before becoming comfortable with my sexuality, then at least we might have a little son or daughter of our own. I pointed out that had I dallied before meeting him the child would be a teenager by now, in which case he said he was glad I hadn't.
We’re off out this evening. There’s a bank holiday competition at the PP with a cash prize going to the winner. It’s a tranny shoe do. Entrants have to turn up in a pair of shoes that they’ve customised and glammed up themselves. Twinks has been very busy going through his collection and working on designs over the past few weeks. I think he’s in with a chance.
I’m hungry. I’m going to make dinner. Twinks should be back soon.
