since outing myself to my boss I've been part of our LGBT network at work. TFL has one of the best track records for this sort of thing - recognised by Stonewall.
My plan was to semi-dress as Stella to get to Baker Street - which was stressful enough! - and the finish up the last touches on site. I arrived amidst massive crowds wearing a red geometric patterned batwing top and black jeans, and shades to hide my eye make up. Then, once i found the TFL bus, I whipped on my ra-ra skirt, took off my jeans and added a little lipstick. Completely forgot my ear-rings... then the chair of the LGBT network saw me standing lost and alone and took me under his wing. I was introduced to the other TFL people, some of whom i recognised, and they were absolutely lovely.
this is the LGBT chair here - a gay man - and an absolute darling... now I understand why LGB and T can go together...
After all was done I wandered about a little dazed at suddenly being alone in the big bad city. I was pulled aside for a phot opp. That's me in red, obvs.
Went into the co-op, my first solo shopping trip en femme, to buy a wrap and some water. then wandered around, ending up in Green Park, having a chilled moment. while there I decided to look up my new lesbian friends from Bar wotever. not suprisingly they weren't too far away - over in Soho. so I joined them for a can of beer and ended up meeting more lovely people than you can throw a stick at. Which you shouldn't do, by the way, not at lovely people....
