Elizabeth
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Excuse my quirky sense of humour, it will be the death of me. Seriously, I found your tales of travel in India, riveting to say the least. It’s travel that broadens the mind, especially when one ventures to places not usually on the tourist ‘must see’ Keep up the good work Adrian, I wait with baited breath for your next installment.
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A bit of a change from Batemans Bay. Fascinating and interesting. Did you encounter Hotel Marigold?
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I thought ‘The Boy In A Dress’ was brilliant, unfortunately my guess is that it will fall on deaf ears and blind eyes; and yet?
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Hi Adrian,
You’re absolutely right. I’m satisfied on a low dosage and will happily stick there. There have been changes, small, yes, but noticeable even to me. Not too sure of the inner self, time will tell; meanwhile I shall just keep sailing along on the mainsail! -
Totally agree, Claire.
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Favourite ‘TV’ shows? How can anyone forget the greatest TV show of the 20th century. MASH; OK, not really CD or trans, but it was there. ‘KLINGER’ an odd bod amongst the army, again, or was it? The show was initially meant to be funny and it was funny, but the downside, the continuous casualties our heroes patched up, the seemingly constant need of alcohol, who could blame them? Like all great and classic stories, a relatively simple tale with complex characters. Totally unforgettable.
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I’m constantly committing abominations, life’s full of abominations. Not sure what the bible says, but I think everyone should have a mother in law.
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In depth and of great value, an excellent post. Me, I would prefer a Harry Potter magical wand that would transform me into something resembling an ageing beauty without the hassles of preening oneself with all the foundations, primers lippy. I’m lucky with hair, I have it all, thinning a little but nevertheless it’s all there. My hairdresser works magic with scissors, hairdryer, and enormous brushes. Having said all that I will persist with my lazy, slacking version of hit, and often miss makeup.
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It certainly is an important topic; what if? I guess it’s different for everyone. It’s not if I drop off my perch, but when, and that as my dearest would say we neither know the time nor the day. For me, I’m totally out and I guess, proud. Everyone knows, well, just about everyone, and who finds out, who cares? Why hide? it’s who you are or what you are. We were born that way, no if or buts, it’s a fact of life. Personally, being a little closer to ‘curtains’ than many, it’s all in my will (a must) to be dressed in my best frock in the coffin; going out in style. I have someone I know well who will come over and sort out the wardrobe of clothes for others or a charity; it won’t concern me, I’ll be arguing with the lady upstairs as to why. My version of a God is female.
Fear is your greatest enemy.
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Out of adversity often springs new beginings. Sorry for your sad loss and hope family closeness will continue to flourish.
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Being totally accepted by the medical profession in all aspects of being transgender.
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You are indeed fortunate to be transgender and live in ‘The Garden Of Eden’ or so we Canberra n’s like to think. Having said that, irrespective of where you live, it’s what yo make of the place, it’s not the place, it’s you. AGA is an excellent point to start, ‘Cube’ I’ve never visited. As was recently pointed out in the media, anyone over 37 years of age ought to be tucked up in bed with bed socks, hot water bottle and a cup of steaming hot cocoa, not forgetting the flannelette nighties. I’ve never had trouble in Canberra, Tilley’s is a point to note, a highly accepting coffee drinkers paradise in Lyneham, however it really is immaterial where you go. Be open to you’re experiences. Good luck.
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I’ve just returned from the high seas of French Polynesia etc. I didn’t disembark, felt more comfortable on the ship. At least the whole exercise was warm compared to Canberra. Oh dear, toilet signs; there’s always someone, small minds. I hope it wasn’t someone from our community, so let’s assume it was an ‘outsider’ with a minuscule brain.
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Oh! pecs’ I thought it was damn gravity. When I bend over to dry my left over pieces of feet, the boobies droop and flop around like becalmed Ragamuffin’s sails on a lazy day on Sydney Harbour. Now I know.
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She sounds much like my daughter, but looks fatter. They make it look so easy, if I did the same thing mascara would be around my ears.