Morning gorgeous 🥰❤️ x

How are we all today? Good, I hope. Wherever you are, I hope you are living what life you can to it’s fullest. In one way or another we are all survivors of something. Or will be, when the tide turns in our favour…

Conflict is inevitable, it’s human nature. But it doesn’t have to define us. It doesn’t have to consume us. Those pictures of a human standing tall, with a sword, striking it high in the air; celebrating victory. Portray the emotion that we need to attain, but not the situation that we should attain… That. Is different for every one of us. Which is as it should be.

So, on to the post. Yes. I started this post on 16th July, 2024. And tt has taken me, literally, a month, to write this post. Quite simply because it has been crazily difficult to find the time. But what the hell, my boyfriend has been with me. And love has a very annoying habit of working in very mysterious ways …

So, yes. I have a partner. He was assigned Male at Birth and he views me wholly, and entirely, as female. He doesn’t want children. He doesn’t have any children. They’re not in his life plan, but I have a child; who will eventually meet him. And who I hope, will understand; when the time comes.

The relationship is new, but so are a lot of other things. My life has changed; completely since my surgery. And my mind has adjusted to the change incredibly well. There are remnants of him, but since I’ve met my Mr; they’re disappearing rapidly … All for the greater good, I say.

What else is new? I hear you ask. Where the hell have you been for over a year? And why do you not post much anymore?

Simple. Allow me to answer a question with a question. Why do you think I started this blog? …

Answer? … Pain. And lots of it.

Go back to the first post and read it again. It’s linked here. Trust me. Go and do it. But if you really can’t be arsed, and I wouldn’t blame you; this, is what you’re looking for:

My friends are going to read this and be shocked. At the very least surprised. As I haven’t told them everything. They don’t know this and it’s not fair for them to find out this way. But I’ve been too embarrassed to tell them. So I’m telling the internet as my way of counselling myself through it. Hello world, here I come ...

I lived a lie for 45 years. The realisation of that, broke me. And I mean smashed me to pieces with a bat. Which bloody hurt. And then dealing with that, only to be restricted in my movements until I could prove I was real, was the knife twisting. They may as well have hung, drawn and quartered me; it would have been quicker and more fun for them. Because the look on their faces, was worth all the heartache.

Now I just have to equip Bob with those tools … And that’s going better than expected, for sure…

So, what else is new???

Well, if any of you are following my socials (DJ Vikki K, or Vikki’s Virtual Bar & Grill), you’ll know what I’m up to.

For someone who used to hate the camera lens, with a passion bordering on insanity…, I’m not doing too bad. I don’t think. And life is pretty good.

I’m shedding the Trans skin, and becoming the woman I should always have been. I’m becoming a Woman who’s had Trans Experience. Just like a woman who has experienced, say marriage; or who has worked in Technology, as an example. On another level; a woman who couldn’t have kids, for biological reasons and decided not to have any. But is every childs Auntie Vikki.

I have a boyfriend, who loves to me bits and treats me like a queen. I’m off to university in September, to study Music; with a budding career in Radio (or similar) ahead of me. I’m starting again. A post menopausal woman, starting to make a success of her life; after her previous one crashed and burned.

That’s how I move through the world.

I occasionally take some flak, usually from those who clearly don’t have a great deal of life experience. Or from those whose experience has taken a politically right-leaning perspective. But I count those experiences in very small numbers. And I feel particularly lucky, in that regard; that those I do communicate with in my daily life, are overwhelmingly supportive of the role I play in society.

I cannot name them all here, but I’d like to take this opportunity to thank them all, for supporting me throughout my journey. We’ve sometimes not seen eye to eye; and my communication style can be … Interesting, occasionally. But I love the friends and colleagues I have around me, very deeply, I’m stubbornly loyal to those I’m close to and I will always fight side by side, with those around me.

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The system around me, here in the UK is setting itself up to make me fail. For sure. There’s a growing influence, here in the UK, of the political right. And some erasure of my brethrens right to exist. I do what I can to help, hence my broadcasting on Trans Radio UK. But I’ve learnt to protect myself and evidence that protection, should something untoward happen. I’ve played the system by its own rule book; and I’ve learnt a lot about how it works. If the Gender Critics of this world, are going to come for me; I’m ready. As you see, I myself was highly Gender Critical prior to transition; I know how they think. Even with the background of LGBTQ within my family.

So, it’s time to move on; for me. It’s time to start wrapping things up, completing any unfinished posts (there’s over 50 in the drafts folder) and re-organising this website ready for its finished look.

This website was designed to document my transition. My transition is nearly done. They say it takes between 3 and 4 years, post surgery, to find your true self. Your mind goes through a lot of changes, once sex hormones are taken out of the equation – because you will forget to regulate your HRT in those first few years.

Your mind is now free. The chaos dies and everything is replaced with a sense of calm. You visibly relax and frowns lessen. You smile more. Sex drive drops off the cliffs of Dover; and trust me that’s not a bad thing – You still enjoy sex, I certainly do, but it’s much more playful and relaxed. It’s not forced and it doesn’t become routine. It becomes a choice…

Anyway, there are people who are trying to strip my right to exist away from me. They should read this. I can’t be anymore honest about my journey, if I tried; and being Autistic, I’m pretty good at it – We can be blatantly honest; in the wrong setting, sometimes. But if they must try to strip away my right to live freely (I don’t hurt anyone intentionally, so why would you want to?), I’m ready for a fight. I’ve got a quick tongue and a sharp mind. I’ll come out fighting, for sure. Just as any woman whose life was threatened, would.

You don’t think we sit there flapping our hands around, in short skirts, crying for help. Do you? You tend to find those kinds of stories start in a Hollywood Basement.

To conclude. You will hear from me again, those unfinished posts, will be written. Take them with a pinch of salt, they were my thoughts at the time; and this journey isn’t meant to be easy, it’ll kill you. The statistics there speak for themselves.

I question the current culture war. I question its purpose. Because, in reality, it’s all based around a fear of men. Well, it took 40 years from the Aids scandal for it to be relatively OK to be gay, so why can’t it be OK to be Gender Diverse in ALL it’s forms, at some point. In the main we’ve dealt with the stigma of Autism? It’s a lot more friendly out there for neurodiverse people, we’re heading in the right direction, at a grass roots level. And the good thing about grass, is that it will continue to grow; with or without us.

Stay safe out there, my valued friends and readers. It’s a big wide world, but it can be navigated, if you learn how. If you’re going to wear a mask, wear one that’s comfortable and suits your style. It’s a lot easier in this world, if you do.

Much love,

Vikki ❤️ x