~~~ In Vino Veritas ~~~

I'm sure it wasn't Chardonnay; standard pub dry white (a.k.a. horse pee) while I listened to a friend do a U2 cover gig. I don't like U2, so this was true friendship. But it was nice being able to switch off, let the alcohol take its course, and start solving the problems of the world.

The first insight was how we all play by rules. There are an infinite number of ways of playing the human game, and it IS a game, ask any anthropologist or psychiatrist ("Games People Play", Eric Bearne 1970ish). More specifically, there are male and female rules of the game. Trannies break those rules (from the male/female perspective), arousing much ire and indignation. But look at the bigger picture. For once, one small section of humanity is able to put aside one set of rules and take up another. I don't think it's possible to abandon all rules, that leads to chaos and the inability to make judgements, which is a biological imperative. Sing "Ho!" for trannies, for we're supra-rule based. Sisters, I love you all (I'm such a nice drunk).

Second: it was lovely being in bloke mode, seeing the blokes standing around being really blokish, seeing the girls being very ... girly, and knowing I could flip between either viewpoint as I chose. Dammit, trannying can be so liberating at times! And I enjoyed the music more, because I could let go more easily. Important lesson, Gemma!

Third: how nice to have a secret that nobody else knows! Gillian has recently been telling people about herself. I'm not sure I actually want to; I derive a lot of pleasure from having a seperate me. But more power to Gillian for doing so.

Fourth: I think I'm becoming addicted to mulled wine. I know it's cold, but I definitely had enough to drink at the pub. And I certainly don't need the mushrooms on toast I'm planning to cook for myself. Talk about a severe attack of the munchies.

Fifth: what the heck am I going to wear at Transpocalypse? It's too cold for everything I like; I want to appear at my best; I don't want to risk anything new. I'm stuffed; I can't satisfy all of these criteria. More shopping tomorrow morning! Plus a backup plan. The 'A' team always had a backup plan. But no trannies. Though I always had my doubts about Mr. T. ... No, Gemma, don't go there. (shudders).

Sixth: I really want to try on that sexy lingerie. But what sort of person does that make me, trying on sexy lingerie when Under The Influence? ... Human, I guess. What the heck! If a girl can't try on clothes she's just bought, the world is a sorry place.

So, I leave you, gentle reader, to return to your wonderful life of diversity and interest while I go and put on something that is labelled "Brazilian" underwear and eat mushrooms on toast. I hope your evening turns out to be as good as mine is shaping up to be :D