This time of year is always a mix of emotions for me - with that annual reminder of 9/11 on the news and in the media, and this year being the 10th anniversary makes it even more 'special'. See mixed emotions - a tragic event - I remember standing in the office looking up at the TV screen as the second plane plowed into the towers and the unfolding events of that day, but I don't think I cared really as my mind was elsewhere. It makes me look back on those feeling and it reminds me how selfish those earlier years of discovery are when you're TG - and you just don't care as long as you get your fix - and I was preparing for my biggest fix yet, as the 12 September I was planning to go out for the first time ever.
Of course I went out - was nervous as hell - looked a state - thick tights covering hairy legs, and a long sleeve polo neck to cover my arms and chest - a wig so cheap you could have knitted better - and appalling make-up. But did I care? No way - I was out in the real world. And that real world was changing, changing faster than anyone could imagine after the day before.
It was the internet that got me out - got me to meet Steph who was kind enough to let me join her in Manchester that evening on the 12 September 2001 - I'd created my own site about 18 months before to meet people like me back then - and it worked - and maybe I should have turn it off then after my first outing.
Bless all those people that suffered in 9/11 and all the unnecessary actions and conflicts that lead up to it, and followed it - and let's hope we all continue to reflect and help people in the little ways we can to make the individuals in this world a little happier and more tolerant.
x Beckie
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