Mr Heartache | Issue 2

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It was the next day and I remember waking up with a bit of an ego boost and one thing on my mind, Mr. Heartache. I don’t know what it was about him, maybe because he was so mysterious, maybe it was because of his Irish accent? I don’t know but whatever it was it was addictive and I wanted more. When I checked my phone I had a missed call from him and decided to drop him a text instead of phoning because there was no way I was holding a conversation with my morning croaky voice that had me sounding like the girl from ‘The Grudge’.
 
We text back and forth the whole day and night and he wanted to pick me up in his works van for a “drive”. Everyone knows when a guy wants to take you for a “drive” he’s really asking for a blowjob behind McDonalds. He told me I wasn’t able to go over there because he was living with two other contractors who were also Irish and working up here for a short-term. We decided to just leave meeting up that night and said our goodnight’s via text message.

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Mr. Heartache | issue 1 


Mr. Heartache… Where do I begin with this one? Maybe we should go back to the beginning.

I remember it was Tuesday night and I was sitting at home alone and bored, so I decided to call one of my friends and asked her if she wanted to make this night one of our usual Tuesday cocktail nights. I got dressed in black jeans, ripped vest and put on my 6 inch killer heels and waited outside for her to come pick me up in a taxi.

We hit Weatherspoons first and ordered three jugs of Woo-Woo cocktails and started catching up on the latest gossip. She was recently having trouble with a guy in her life (the guy is a complete homophobic twat might I just add) so being the friend I was, I was trying to reassure her and be a shoulder to lean on. After drinking the three jugs it was safe to say we were both a little buzzed, so we decided to continue our night at a nightclub. It was BORINNNNNG and there weren’t that many people to mingle with, but we ordered ourselves a vodka and coke as we were not going to let the lack of people (or penis) stop us from having a good time.

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Dealing With A Breakup | The End Of An Era

Hey ladies, gents and everyone who may be in between! A lot has been going on in my life this year which is probably one of the main reasons why I have not kept you all up-to-date with my life and I have to apologise for that. I promise you all from now on in I’m making this blog a priority, no more excuses.  Continue Reading

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THREE MONTH ON HORMONES (PRESCRIBED) | MTF TRANSITION

Hey ladies, gents and everyone who may be in between. The time has come for another hormone update, and we’re finally on the three-month mark! As happy as I am to come this far I have to admit, and I feel like it’s my duty to be honest on here, there really isn’t that much to update you on. Like, really, there’s not much changes that’s been happening whatsoever.

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Laser hair removal: My Second Appointment | MTF Transition

 

So here we are again, on the road to Aberdeen for my second laser hair removal appointment. I’m not going to lie, even though I’m putting on a brave face I still have a pit full of dread in my stomach knowing that I’m about to have my face lasered again. I’ve spoken to a lot of transgender girls who have been through the laser hair removal process and I’ve had girls who have found it dreadfully painful like myself, and other girls who found it a ‘walk in the park’. I don’t know what park they’re walking through but from my last experience of laser hair removal, that park is more like a farm, a farm full of farm animals, animals that have shit everywhere and left you to clean it all up. Continue Reading

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