All my life I’ve had strong crushes on a certain type of woman. Lanky, shy, nerdy, a bit goth. Guess what kind of woman I’m turning out to be!

I always ended up dating curvaceous, bubbly women but the attraction to the nerd was ever present for decades before I realised I was trans.

I guess that powerful attraction was my subconscious trying to drag me towards my true self in its own clumsy way.

I can live with that.

Hmm… not really. I’m in the UK so I just had to get a couple of my friends to sign my deed poll. We had a cup of tea and some cake that my wife had baked for the occasion. It was a very relaxed affair.

Got my name change done, so that was pretty cool.

I find it’s great for getting rid of my arse crack mohican. Can’t let it anywhere near the happy sack though. Burns like hell.

Earthworm Jim deserves a mention. Remember when games were funny?

I’ll never be visiting the USA ever again.

I’m trans. I’m not risking going to a country where a third of the population actively wants me dead and the other two thirds don’t seem to care either way. That country’s rotten to the core.