Sometimes you just have to pause for thought.

Have you ever looked at the t-girl/tranny/call-us-what-you-will scene? The sheer intensity of personality? Let's face it, you don't wear women's clothing unless you've a personality you could sharpen diamonds on. Or you're a woman. But just look at them - Becky, Miss K., Lisa MaCartney. Heck, even Michaela Marbella (whom I have issues with, though respect deeply). These are 1,000 watt people, burning so brightly that the tiger has slunk off in embarrasment. I was reading Miss K's blog. Take a look. Her background? The *very* obvious graphical talent? The music? Her thoughts? And don't get me started on the photos. No, do get me started, because they're so great that you could talk all day and night about them.

Is it because, as Becky says, it's a small pond? That you can be the biggest fish you possibly can be, because there aren't any sharks around or other, bigger-but-blander fish throwing their weight around? If you've been diving, you'll know that the average aquarium is a LOT more colourful than most reefs. I can't work out if this is a depressing thought or not. I mean, it's all a bit artificial, but then so is everyday life. We all live in an aquarium of some sort, and I'd rather there were Angel Fish and neons and tetras and goddam interesting fish, rather than some rather boring bottom-dwellers, lovely though they may be in their way.

So what do you do if you're a new t-girl to the scene, and a bit competitive if all's said and done? Be yourself, as hard as you can, every single day. Because in a small pond, you're bound to cause a big splash.