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Hello again! Hope you are
having a fab and sexy week so far 😊
Thanks everyone that has taken the time to read this blog so
far, I will try not to put you to sleep with the next thrilling instalment!
Following on from last time
where three-year-old me had adamantly proclaimed on tape that I was a young
lady, the next clear memory I have of not being the straight, Christian ‘norm’
that my parents wanted me to be was when I was about 6, when I kissed a boy.
Do you remember those Parka coats with the zip that went all the way up to the
ends of the hood and formed a kind of snorkel for you to look out of (I think they might actually be called Snorkel Parkas)?
Well, I
had one of them and so did a little friend of mine at school. Thinking back, I remember feeling…something
for him. At that age, complex emotions
don’t really come into things, but I knew that I liked him in a different way to
all my other friends. I can’t really remember
the pretense that I used but, one break time (recess, for the benefit of any
Americans), I persuaded him to come with me to a quieter part of the playground
where I said it would be funny if we both did the zips on our coats all the way
up then try to see if we could see each other when we put the two hoods
together. He obliged, our faces came closer
together and I kissed him square on the lips.
What will always stay with me was his reaction – he ran off shouting
that he was going to tell a teacher and that I would be in trouble ☹ Guess he didn’t feel the same! Nothing came of
it however and it would be a long time until I locked lips with another member
of the same sex, although it will always be a fact that I kissed a boy before I
kissed a girl.
Before I get to the part of my life where I started really dressing, there is
one last thing that stands out as a clear indicator of where, how and I who
would end up. Quite a few years ago now,
there was a British Sci-Fi show called ‘Blake’s 7’ and the main baddie was a female
character called Servalan. She had
close-cropped black hair and was a bit scary.
Now, at the time, I had a fairly decent collection of Action Man figures
and vehicles but, what I really needed was a female to be able to role play situations other than battles and fighting.
So, remembering Servalan, I did my best to turn one of my Action Men
into a girl…
Using felt tip pens for makeup, and a white handkerchief as a wraparound dress,
I created what I thought was a pretty decent attempt at a girl but what
surprised me was how turned on I was at the process of transforming Action Man into
Action Tran! By this point in my life, I knew that homosexuality and
transvestism were frowned upon and, with my Mum and Dad being homophobic to the
bone, I knew that I had to hide my creation away.
Sadly, that would not be the last thing I had to hide away but I will go more
into that next time.
If any of you had similar experiences, I’d love to know 😊
Big hugs,
Janie
xxx
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