Well thank you all for your welcomes. Would love to share some tales of the road with you Tekla. I've done care work too and yes they are similar, just the creative output is a little more refined and the travel is more varied. I do some static event management too. Emelye! hi and yes Tink, I'll be here many more times. I'll have a deeper look around next time. Must go out and network but for now I hope you will accept the following.
It began with a name, so simple a slip by a teacher unversed in the 'bi' or the 'hip'
that was buried in future and tense wasn't part of my make-up
until some years hence
But it started and grew festered perhaps?
I wouldn't say that tho' you might, eh chaps?
for I'm not what I seemed in those halcyon days
when Bowie and Bolan joined hands with the gays
For long before then I had found something more
to my secret delight and I had to know more
but the anguish the sweat the fear of my 'crime
the dream of sweet essence to mingle with mine
So I watched and I waited and played with the girls
who thought I was funny but envied my curls
then grey flannel trousers and football boots called
but the grammar school gangs didn't help me at all
for six hundred boys, not a girlfriend in sight
left me tongue-tied and smooth-thighed
I longed for the night
As I lay in my bed in my androgyne reverie
legs tightly closed I relied on my memory
to conjure up games and recall conversations
with girls I admired who still had no notion
of why I delighted in combing their hair
and hugging their legs so deliciously bare
So the years have amassed and the tension has run
through my life till I screamed and no more would I shun
the emotion, the longing, the need to remake
my life as it had been for so long a fake
For I live as want now I've slowly evolved
through this puzzle of gender I finally solved.
1985
