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Emma’s dilEMMA
Those of you that know me well know that I am not a person who wrestles with problems. I prefer to look at a situation and then just make a decision and get on with it. For better or worse, this has generally served me very well over the years.
It will surprise many reading this that in my other life I am an engineer in a very niche part of the construction industry. Over the years I have added and added skills to my resume that many in my field thought dull, unnecessary, and pointless. I have frequently done work in my field because nobody else has wanted to and most of the time it has been to my advantage and I have been quiet about it (another shock for you all no doubt).
Recently, through a bizarre set of circumstances, I have had quite the dilemma. Somehow he is now the flavour-of-the-month and everyone wants him. Those dull and pointless bits of paper he has accumulated, and the hands on stuff he has done, have, through the miracle of synchronicity (no, not The Police album although it is very good), resulted in him being THE only one left standing suitably qualified to do particular things and now it has tremendous currency. He has been offered 3 positions: one in Sydney, one in Melbourne, and one in Hobart. Each gig is attractive in its own way and the offers are about on par.
I confess that a lot of my thoughts regarding an inevitable move from Adelaide, where my 9 siblings and I have lived since 1967 after my dad retired from the Navy, have centred on my TG life. It is really important to me and I value my friendships across the entire country, not just the girls I knock around with here whom I love to bits and will miss desperately. If I go to Sydney I have a built in, rock solid TG social life waiting for me running around with Fay, and Caroline, and Adrian, and Shana etc. etc. If I go to Melbourne it would be exactly the same as I have another great group of gal pals there that I have made over the years – is there a more vibrant TG social scene in the country than Melbourne? I doubt it. Hobart, where I am originally from, is a different kettle of fish: it is a TG wasteland…more akin to you feeling like an extra in Gorky Park. I go to Tasmania once a year, every year, to see my very large and colourful extended relatives and have always left Emma at home as I (1) usually stay at a rellies place and (2) could see no palpable evidence that there is any ‘scene’ there whatsoever so there was no point. There is one ‘gay’ nightspot called Flamingos which is only open on the weekend and it is no Taxi Club. Progressively over the last few years there have been quite a number of gay operated café’s and bars open up as Hobart has become ‘hipster heaven’ but by and large not much happens on the frock-and-heels scene. I am ‘email friends’ with about half a dozen trannies down there who are all deeply closeted and I had a coffee with another tgirl when I was there in September but we were both in drab.
So I picked Hobart.
What could possibly go wrong? The way I see it is this: I know, like everyone knows, that there would be a pile of trannies dug in in suburban Hobart just looking for a spark. A stack of them I would never get out into the real world but I’m sure a number of them I could. Oh, and Melbourne and Sydney are just one direct flight away so don’t get too comfortable bitches