The Binary Model

Morning gorgeous ❤️❤️❤️ xx

I hope you’re all good today; that you’re enjoying life as best you can and living what life you can to its fullest potential.

Today, I’d like to put my take on the Binary model that us, as a mammalian species, are intrinsically attached to. You know the one. The one that most “straight” (and I use that word cautiously) people affiliate their thinking with – The Male and The Female of the species. Or for a better phrase, The Reproductive Model.

Ahhhhh… That one. Are we here again? Of course we are. Why not? In one way or another it effects everyone’s thinking, so why fear the topic? (see “Fear, redefining viewpoints in a negative way” for more on that). In reality, we have no choice. In order to survive as a species, we have to reproduce. We are Mammals – But look at it from another perspective, it prevents alternative options/thinking and dictates the course of our evolution – It becomes our “raison d’etre”, so to speak.

So, OK. Haven’t you said enough about this already? Well yeah, of course I have. It’s at the very core of my thinking, just like it’s at the very core of yours. The subject keeps jumping into my head and won’t go away. What am I supposed to do? Ignore it? Hell no! Consider it that annoying little niggle that you get in the back of your mind, all the time. You know the one; the devil and the angel? What’s it like when they can’t agree on something?, The argument you have in your mind? Don’t you just want to bang your head against a brick wall??? Yeah, I do – Search “Autism in Females”, next!

And your point is?…

Let me tell you a bit about me. No, seriously, “Pin your lugholes back”, as my mother used to say. And let me introduce myself, properly.

Shall I do names? No? Nah, you know me that much already if you’ve been reading this blog. I’m not reinventing the wheel. But if you know me, you’ll know I worked in IT since leaving school. I was bitten by the bug at the right time, 1983, and I started learning about computers from that moment on – I grew up with them, at the same time that the computer industry was growing up itself, and it has matured right along with me…

I’ve seen developments as they happen, and their effect on the world around us.

I can think and do rudimentary calculations using Binary as the number base.

Those that know me will attest to both those statements, and my CV reflects that. I remember reading a magazine in June 1986, about the inner workings of the Intel 386 microprocessor. Which is, still, at the heart of “Intel Inside” technology today. With that kind of thinking, I can make that brick on your desk, sing. Literally – I love music too. (There’s a future post coming on that subject, look out for it ☺️).

Back to this.

Right. Think Binary. What is Binary in Maths? A number base. You can use the numbers, 0 and 1. End of. (for those who know this, allow me creative licence, please). We learn decimal, 0 to 9. What happens after Nine? (don’t… Lol). Easy 10. Aha. A second column. Back to Binary. 0, 1, 10… Erm? 11. Next. 100. Another column. This is maths, we can add more columns as we need? Can’t we? Of course we can. Decimal. 97, 98, 99… 100 – The defence rests.

So? Binary Model. I have one I can use now. But my life is changing. My mind is changing. My life is changing. I have no use for this anymore. Or don’t I? Yes I do.

Think about it.

My biggest problem since transition has been rectifying the differences in my thinking, in order to become congruent. You see one person when you look at me, but I see two in the mirror. One male, and one female. To completely drop the towel; the wider environment I was brought up in, dictated that I think that way. Even though, thanks to my family, I had reason enough not to.

This is acquired learning. I was brought up with black and white, pink and blue, one and zero. I now live in a world of a rainbow of colours (keep your eye out for this). How do I reconcile millions of colours?… Like a computer does. Extend the columns until you have enough to do the job. In this case, 24 columns (24 bit colour on a computer screen? Look it up). Three sets of eight is what you’ll probably find – Red, Green, and Blue. With 256 shades of each. 256 x 256 x 256 = 16, 777, 216. Sixteen Million colours, yet still based on the principle of 1 and 0. I’m. Happy with that.

Now. Here’s something to think about. Apply that to Sex and Gender…

Much Love,

Vikki ❤️ xx

Finding home within yourself…

Morning gorgeous ❤️ xx

How are you out there? All good I hope. Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings over the first part of my transition. It has been an honour to gather your feedback along the way, and all the advice that has been given, has been extremely helpful.

Writing this has helped me deal with all the issues I faced after making such a life-changing decision and the response from you all, as readers, has been overwhelmingly positive. I’ve done most of my transition, so far, almost alone – There were a few who have been by my side along the way, and I cannot thank them enough for the help they’ve given to me (I say that without any prejudice as there are those who may think differently).

But I digress. Lockdown has caused us all to suffer in some way; be it in the loss of a loved one due to the virus, life changing events due to the response to an existential threat or, as in my case, relief from the drudgery of a way of life that was holding you back?…

Now I pose that as a question simply because I want you to think about that as you read this post – I live a lot of my life online. And the online world has lit up like a Christmas Tree, in recent times. The big reason behind this; is that in order to communicate and continue to exist, the world has had to rely on online communication in a way never before seen. And living an already connected lifestyle, this boom in communication pretty much blew up in my face.

“What has this got to to do with FeelingTrans then?”, I hear you ask – As my mother would say “Sit down, Shut up, Pin your lug’oles back, and I’ll tell you”…


I’ll skip the details, BTW…

2019 didn’t get off to a good start for me. The proverbial “Sh*t”, hit the fan in February of that year. I’ll be honest; I was still grieving the loss of my parents, trying to deal with the damage to my fingers, hormone levels were OK but I was still in the early stages of puberty, as far as my endocrine system was concerned. My mental adjustments were also in their early stages, and I hadn’t achieved the mental “Balance” I have today – More on that, later.

Mid 2019 was OK. Nothing to write home about. There were issues building in that time but they didn’t affect my daily life in the ways they will do later. September 2029 is when it all started.. When it all just went to, what was that word? Sh.. … Yeah, that one.

Lost my job, again. Had an argument over payment. Went to a Sharmain and discovered my spiritual self; very enlightening & thank you Daniel. Fell out with a friend, never been more sorry in my life there; but a lesson learnt… Notice on my flat given (not a subject I will be discussing further). The move back home to the North West…

Oh, that’s an event I need to cover in more detail in another post. In short, the story involves old friends falling by the wayside, some in spectacular fashion, to clear the way for a better future – This led to a major shake up in my life at that time, because I finally realised I was alone in this world. If I was going to get anywhere in life, then I must be the one in the driving seat.

It is true, now I am. Very much in control as I am now very adept at driving this vessel I call a body and navigating the mine-field, that I call a life. Yet again, I digress. Anyone sensing a theme here? ❤️ Yes. Ultimately, I landed my own place and the powers that be began to listen. The reality of it is, the space left in my brain, after getting rid of the toxicity from my past, was enough for me to begin to rebuild anew. And the powers that be gave me all the tools I needed to do it. It was almost fate. As was meeting my now ex-partner, Phil.

Phil was a nice enough man, I can’t thank him enough for all the care he took of me in January; when I was effectively doing might shifts. But, like any young teenager in love for the first time, I fell for him. Hard. He really was the most gentle man I’ve ever met. And the relationship grew VERY rapidly, as he made it clear from the start that any sexual relationship was likely to fade away due to medical reasons. I accepted that and we had a great deal of fun in the beginning. He made me feel exactly how I wanted to feel.

He was single, living alone during lockdown, working and happy with his life. He was looking for a Trans Woman but wanted someone who could be accepted easily into a friendship group that would reject someone out of hand if they weren’t right for him. I was happy with that. I don’t get misgendered often and when I do, it’s easily corrected. His friends took to me very easily. More so later in the year.

Phil calmed me down. He gave me an experience I don’t think I’ll ever repeat – He accepted me, for me, and welcomed, in fact encouraged, my blossiming into an Adult Woman. He will always be the one that got away, but I wouldn’t have him back.

He changed my life in ways I could have never imagined before him. His presence, i thought, completed me and made me whole. I thought, incorrectly, that him taking a masculine role would balance me as a woman. And that would make me more acceptable in a non-Trans world. Yeah, I was an idiot, wasn’t I. Successful Relationship Advice, 101. Know thyself, before thy know ye partner – Simply put. Never lose yourself in a relationship, because you’ll never find all the pieces of your broken heart.

Wise words. Trust me.

While he was with me, Phil encouraged me to flow my dreams. To accept that my former life has gone and to make use of the good stuff, lose the bad and have a damned good idea of the difference between the two.

Have you noticed I’m starting to talk in riddles?… Yeah, keep reading. It’s worth it, I promise.

So as you can see, Phil’s influence on my life has been life-changing. The saying “Oh powers above, grant me the serenity to accept that which I cannot change. The courage to change that what I cannot accept. And, most importantly, the wisdom to know the difference” Aptly covers the lesson he was brought into my life to teach. As that pretty much sums up our relationship. If you prefer a more musical description; consider listening to “Everything Changed”,by Nigel Stamford. I’m listening to it right now, as it happens.

But as I said, he encouraged me to try my hand at being a DJ, to an Audience. Well I got rather concerned as we were in lockdown, and his response was for to do a Radio gig. From hone, if possible – But don’t waste you talents. I hear you loud and clear, sir… And, with that in mind, I found a gig. Quite unexpectedly, might I add, I didnt go looking for it. It came to me, in the end, in a way which I can only assume to be fate…

Bring on Trans Radio UK.

You heard right. The only radio station the world that is run only by Trans People. And they accepted me as a DJ. In fact, my first show was the Saturday Night, Midnight til 2 slot. Almost prime for a club DJ 😁…

But it didn’t stop there. I soon upgraded to the Pub Lock-in slot, five nights a week. I developed that slot, over time, into what could turn out to be a life changing venture. (More in a future post). Then, almost by accident, I landed the drive time slot, Friday, 4-6 as well…

I did not believe I was that good – Honestly, I didn’t… I swear. It didn’t stop there though; but first, this:-

Well, you can’t have good without bad. And the wheel of karma is always turning, relentlessly. And I got my clinic appointment. Why should that be a karmic thing? Easy. I walked straight through the psychological tests and got my first clearance for surgery, on the first visit. No big deal? Doesn’t happen often here in the UK. There’s usually at least two psych appointments, to be on the safe side. Second confirmation next, should be about June, and then clearance for surgery – it’s a bloody milestone.

Phil didn’t see it that way though, and walked out. Left his stuff. Gone. The police told me he didn’t want me to know where he was. That was enough for me. Too much in fact, and I walked away from the station as well – I flipped. And no one was ready for it. By the time I realised what I had done, it was too late.

So bringing you up to date,

I was away from the station for a month and made some temporary changes to my lifestyle in order to cope with what happened. I had to admit to myself that I loved him more than I thought I did. But doing so, allowed me to get over him and move on.

Which I haven’t done yet. Not too interested in that side of it for the moment, but a woman has needs that mist be fulfilled; so watch this space, lol ❤️ xx

I am back at Trans Radio UK, and in the break there were some changes. Which mean I didn’t get my old slot back. I don’t think that would have been appropriate anyway; my life is different now, my mind is different now, I am different now. And I like me now. Both inside and out. I work.

So I’ve ended up with, what to me is, the best slot on the schedule. The breakfast show. 07:00-09:00 Monday to Friday. Couldn’t believe it when it was offered. I was gobsmacked.

Home

Check it out, it’s all on there. And don’t forget to tune in via a Smart Speaker, the mobile app, the website, tune-in radio or, in certain cities in the UK, DAB. If you say you’ve read this post, I’ll do a special shout out and request for you, live.


And here we are, all back up to date. A small amount of surgeries to put things right, and I’m good to go… If anyone on UK National Radio is looking for a slot filled and fly the Trans flag at the same time. I’m game. And the boy loves it…

Much Love, as always,

Vikki ❤️ xx

Update – 18/7/20


Morning Gorgeous xx

How are you all today my lovelies? I hope the current pandemic hasn’t taken too much of a toll on you. I hope you all have been able to adjust to a new normal, been able to withstand (as best you can) the tumultuous effects of recent times and there is still a future for you and your family; however bad it may seem to be at this moment. For those who’s futures are about to change, I do wish you the very best of luck and, if the change is negative, I pray that it not be a permanent one. Anyway, onto todays post…

There comes a time in your life when you chosen path, crosses your destined path and you’re not sure which one to take. Do you carry on as you are, blindly doing what you feel you need to do in order to get what you want? Or do you change direction, follow your heart and invest your time in what you feel you have to do, what you feel your duty is to do?

The answer? Well that’s a tough one.

You see, you can reach this crossroads many times in your life. You’ll be in different situations, you feel different things, you’ll have different levels of understanding. And therefore, you’ll make different choices. There’s no hard and fast rules on how which direction you should take at any given moment, only those rules that exist to guide you at the given time. Which, paradoxically, are different for everyone.

Now you’re probably thinking, “What is she on about? She’s not making a lot of sense tonight…”, and you’d be right, I’m probably not. But I’m at one of those crossroads. And I have to make a decision on what is best for me. The only problem is; the rules governing the choice I need to make, are absolute hell on earth. And I wish I wasn’t subject to them, but I am.

What do I mean? Well let me explain the situation and maybe it’ll become clear…

About nine months ago, I went through some enforced changes which had an, ultimately, catastrophic effect on my life. The changes were enforced upon me because I wasn’t concentrating on what was going on around me. I was too wrapped up in trying to play big girls games in a little girls world. I thought I was over the worst of what needed to be done and I could go ahead make what I wanted to of my life.

Well, the truth is, I was wrong. And it all fell apart. I’ve managed to keep most of the material items that I had, bar a few notable exceptions. But the spiritual aspects of that life; my friends, my job, the people I knew and cared about, are all but gone. I’m not who they thought I was, and I’m not who I thought I was either.

So there have been some massive changes. I’ve moved back to my home town; something I never thought I’d do. I’m pretty much back under the mental health teams here, not an appropriate thing to do when you need to be free of them to complete your transition. I’m alone, I have a few friends left but none local to me. I’m hoping my family will speak to me again but because of the strain of what’s happened, that is not likely. And did I say I’m alone?…

I made some mistakes before I came home and fell out with people I cared about because of them. Decisions were made and events took place which cannot be undone. And ultimately led to the loss of my home. I became extremely scared because threats were made against me and there were bouts of violence in which I was involved. My car was damaged and was written off; twice and my laptop and personal information were stolen in broad daylight.

There were some good things that happened, and I met some good people, but it wasn’t enough to stop me going under.

Once it was clear that I would be losing my home, a friend stepped in to help and offered me a place to stay back in my home town. Which I accepted. But in order to come back, I had to deal with very old and large demons that were hiding in the closet. Contact was made and everything looked rosy… At first…

Once home, it soon became clear things were not what they seemed. And about two months in events took place that should never have happened – Leading to me taking an overdose. That was things started to change again. I wasn’t believed that I’d taken the overdose, I was called a liar. Other things that had happened came to surface and lies were told about them too. I was branded and there was nothing I could do about it.

Stern words were had in order to “bring me into line” with someone else’s way of thinking. A conversation was had which became very surreal and it will be a long time before I fully understand it. I was told I couldn’t have my life back and I had to pander to the whims of their people. I felt like a second class citizen in my home town. My parents have gone, In trying to resolve the issues from the past I had pushed my family away and I was left in a world of deceit and lies. None of which I was telling but they were all about me and the people I thought were trying to help me.

So I realised that I had to do something about it. I pushed for my own roof over my head – a front door to call my own, a safe space. But the lies kept on coming in. I was trapped. With no end in sight.

I tried to resolve some of the issues and put myself into extreme poverty to do so, to me that was the right thing to do. I had to pay back a debt before I could move on, or it would haunt me forever more. But the more I tried to resolve an issue, the greater the lies became and the darker and more worthless my life felt. What could I do?

I had to find out where these lies were coming from. So, once I had secured my own place, I hatched a plan to discover what was going on.

It worked perfectly – The truth, as much as I would be allowed to know, came out. In venomous fashion. And nearly destroyed me. But I took the pain. I had to. I called the police as personal items that were important to me were no longer in my possession but all that happened was that another part of the plan was highlighted and I was left with some egg on my face. I wiped it off and, because I kept to the style of amicably trying to resolve the issue. It has been down played, thankfully.

I had curtailed the venom from my nemesis but I had been left at this crossroads in my future. The path I had been working to create for myself has been destroyed, and the path of my destiny does not appeal. If I follow it, it will not be a pretty start and frought with pitfalls and potholes. What do I do? What choice do I make. Do I even have a choice?

As I sit here tonight, I feel like I have no value. Like I have nothing left to give this world and there is little reason for my existence. But I am alive. And I have a few friends and I just about have my son. The question remains, can I rebuild something new and better out of what I see before me? The venomous nemesis is still lurking in the shadows but I hope there is a shield in the form of the police.

The friends I thought I had are gone and I don’t know if I’ll ever make new ones here – I don’t know if I want to. I’m single, I do not have an intimate relationship of any kind and yet, I crave one. I crave one so bad it hurts. I crave one to the point of repelling every possibility that comes my way…

Will I make it through? I don’t know. Will I at least try?… Yes. I have to.

Much love,

Vikki xx

Fear – Redefining viewpoints in a negative way

Morning gorgeous xx

I hope you’re all stating safe and well in these difficult times. For those whose lives have been affected, I pray for you and ask that you stay as safe and warm as you can and bear with the world while it adjusts to these massive changes wrought up on us – Things will improve, they’ll just take time.

And time is a commodity we have a lot of, we just don’t realise it. If we’re brave enough to face the changes, whatever they may be, and handle them careful thought, we can get through them. There is no need to be scared of what is happening right now, as fear (as discussed in my previous post) is our greatest enemy in this pandemic, and in life itself. If we’re not scared, we think clearer and therefore better. We can then find clear, workable solutions, to life’s problems. And humanity can grow as a whole and not just the sum of its parts.


So on that basis, I want to go back and discuss some points around my previous post (which I have now taken down in the light of new information). I introduced some interesting concepts; but I’m not sure if I explained them very well and, if they’re taken out of context, could cause quite a stir. I don’t want that, and I think that would be fair – Either to me or the people I write about. So, for reference, the link to my previous post is here; just in case you missed it. Let me start with why I wrote what I did – There were genuine reasons why I put pen to paper and they need to be addressed…

Whenever I write, I always find I have a compulsion to write something down. I can’t just sit there, throw pen to paper and an article comes out. As much as I’d love to be able to create text in that way, I can’t. That skill is reserved for when I’m in front of my decks and I’m mixing dance tracks, but I digress… What tends to happen is a development will occur that will affect my thinking in some way. I will feel an emotion towards that event and I will need time to process that emotion. Once I’ve done so, I will then need to write that down, and learn from it.

Which is the basis of this blog. It is my attempt to process, write and learn from developments in my life; as I go through a major change that most people would never, ever, consider a possibility for themselves. And to be honest, prior to 2017, it was never something I considered either! Never in a million years. But I’ve done it. And I’m learning from it. And I’m seeing life from an amazingly different perspective, that most will never have the chance to see.

How does that relate to my last post? Simple. Lack of fear. The issues I raised in that post do not scare me. Not what tiny little bit. I did not freak out when I read the tweets by J. K. Rowling or the article regarding the Trans Man’s parenting rightd. I did not freak out when I read the article on George Floyd’s death. And I most certainly did not freak out regarding coronavirus and and 5G technology, or the virus itself.

BECAUSE THAT WOULD HAVE SHOWN FEAR! – And fear is not in my vocabulary.

Fear is an instantaneous reaction to a situation or event you do not understand and cannot process effectively. Your brain doesn’t know what to do. What is happening, around you or to you, at that precise moment in time; is beyond the boundaries of what your brain feels comfortable understanding. And it cannot process the event correctly.

So it panics… And panic creates fear.

Fear is the emotional feeling of your brain panicking regarding an event or information that it cannot process – The monster that is going to eat you, you think you cannot escape, it’s too big for you to defend against, what do you do? Fight or flight. If you react to your fear, instead of understanding it and dealing with it effectively, you will flee – or try to.

J. K. Rowling and the “People who Menstruate” issue. You’re a Trans Man, not on HRT, she states in a public forum that people who Menstruate are women, that goes against everything that you understand – yet her Harry Potter teachings have played a major role in your life influences. What does your brain do? It panics. What’s the emotion? Fear. The rest is history, read the papers. What the F…?

Coronavirus and 5G – Radiations going to kill you! Yeah, right. OK. You want an understanding of what happens to radio waves in the atmosphere at such high frequencies? Read about the Terahertz Wall, it starts in the millimetre band at around 300GHz (Gigahertz). After you’ve done that, then we’ll have another discussion on 5G. Panic over.

When you take the fear away from these issues, you realise that they’re just people trying to defend themselves against issues they don’t understand. Then they panic. And panic feeds fear. It’s self fulfilling prophecy.

That’s why I presented the information in the way that I did, and have done throughout this blog. I’m not scared of the situation I’m in, or the information I’m presented with – I have a reaction to it, like everyone else, but then I process that reaction and deal with it effectively. Or at least try to. I get it wrong sometimes. Yes I can admit to that as well.

When it comes to the information that I present in this blog; I don’t necessarily have all the information about a subject, or understand it fully. But I understand what I do know and I present it in the best way that I can. I do that so everybody can understand it the same way as I do. And go away and process it, learn from it, come back if it’s wrong and advise me, so I can learn from it too. If I do that, I’ll write another post about it and what I’ve learnt. So others can learn.

Share the information. Share the right information. And be prepared to accept that some information is wrong based on your knowledge of the subject. Nobody knows everything. Nobody can know everything, there too much to know.

I’m done, it’s 7am. I’m going for a shower.

Much love,

Vikki xx

Gender, Colour and Harry Potter, et. al…

How our opinions are shaped by fear of the unknown


Morning Gorgeous xx

I hope you’re all OK and surviving well in these difficult times. We are all facing the very same issues, just from different angles for most of us. And that difference in viewpoint means we approach the same problem in very different ways. Whatever it may be that causes you to view these times from your own perspective, may I hope that it enables you to deal with the current crises that are upon us as quickly and as safely as possible. Not one of us is any different to anyone else, and, as any virologist will tell you; a virus takes no prisoners and has no boundaries. It’s only purpose is to infect and replicate, it has no concern for how that happens…


As lockdown rules begin to relax and the world begins to transform to a new normality, old arguments are starting to reappear; but with a new take. The coronavirus pandemic has created an environment where information is distributed with a basis of fear and illusion, and they are very powerful things. Especially powerful in the field of misinformation, as we are all programmed to react on instinct when faced with a fear we cannot control or understand. Instinctive reactions can be judged, monitored and recorded. And that information can then be used against an individual, or groups of individuals, for any purpose the director sees fit. A dangerous thing in the wrong hands…

Why do I speak the above? Well several issues have been in the news recently and all have required some part of my attention for longer than I would wish for them to do so. All are contentious. And all are very polarising – You’re either on one side of the issue or the other and almost everybody has a black & white viewpoint on them.

So let’s list them, and deal with each one in turn. This method makes for a port longer than I would like, but it also removes the guesswork and possible backlash that a blanket statement could provide. I have a viewpoint on each issue but it is slightly different for each one :-

  • Trans Women/Men
  • Trans parenting & genetics
  • George Floyd & Black Lives Matter
  • Coronavirus & 5G Technology

All very contentious issues, as you can see. And I could easily write an entire post regarding each one of them.

But I’m not going to do that. And the reason for that, is that there is a common theme that runs across all four of them; and it’s in times like these the point I’m going to make is missed. And that is fear. Fear of the unknown, fear of harm, fear of rejection and / or marginalisation. Fear of fear itself in some cases. Fear of death…

Powerful stuff isn’t it?


Let’s take an example – J. K. Rowling. That woman stood up and said what she believed was right, not shot down because her opinions marginalise people like myself and Trans groups? Where’s the tolerance? I’ll give you a clue as to where it went, language. The language used to describe a group of individuals that she belongs to (and has all her life) was alien to her, and she stood up for what she believed in and tried to correct it – Only to be shot down in flames by all and sundry because her language was not politically correct. Excuse me? – J. K. Rowling only trying to protect HER identity, just as you and me also have the right to do the same (And well done to Daniel Radcliffe for coming to her defence) – The trigger? Fear. Fear of being marginalised and fear of change, especially when it strikes at the very core of what makes us human.

This brings me nicely onto the next point, the issue of Trans people becoming parents. I am a parent myself, and it’s an amazing feeling bringing new life into the world, watching that life grown into a person and that person becoming a functioning adult within society. I also understand what it’s like to lose that in some way, if not entirely – And that’s a hard thing to have to undergo. The pain, any pain to do with becoming or being a parent…

Strikes at the very core of what makes us human, doesn’t it?

A contentious issue with that is the issue of what makes you a parent and what role you play. Are you a dad or a father, are you a mother or a mum? Do you have children at all? Can you have children at all? Step parents and what part do they play? And the reason I bring this up is the issue of the Trans Man in the UK wanting to be registered as the father of his baby. I feel his pain, I’d love to be registered as the mother of my son, but that’s never going to happen. Not in my lifetime.

These issues strike at the very core of what we are; are you a man or a woman, are you a dad or a mum… Well I see these things as a spectrum, two dimensional; not one as is usually the case. And when you see that which would otherwise be seen as Blank & White, in a second dimension. You start to realise things are not quite what they seem. And you gain a unique perspective on things, a perspective which can be educational if you allow it to be.

J. K. Rowling – She sees people who menstruate as women, and includes Trans Women in that definition, great! not a problem. But Trans Men see themselves as men, but they also menstruate. Problem. So how do you deal with the genetics of Sex and the nuances of Gender, without becoming a target? Easy, put it all on a spectrum. Take a look:

Male – Man/Masc. – Intersex & NB – Woman/Fem. – Female

The Gender / Sex Spectrum – Vikki Kinsella, 2020

How does that look to you? Looks pretty balanced to me. Genetics and those things which, as of today’s science, can’t be changed are at either end of the spectrum. And those related to gender or otherwise can be fluid, are in the middle. (static, defined, fluid, defined and static) because you can change a definition but you can’t change something that’s static. This means that any one person can only ever define themselves by up to 80% of the spectrum at any one time. Using that example, any one person can pick any of up to four labels to define themselves, based on their life experience, gender expression and primary sex characteristics. I use primary sex characteristics as static due to the fact that secondary sex characteristics can be changed by the use HRT.

Let me use myself as an example; based on the information I know about myself currently. My primary sex characteristics are Male and I cannot change that (I have an XY chromosomal make up), I was assigned male at birth, but I define myself as a woman and act & dress accordingly – I can never be Female and must accept that. Another example would be a person who was assigned Female at birth, underwent HRT early in life to gain Male secondary sex characteristics and defines themselves as a man. Unfortunately for this individual, they have Female primary sex characteristics and an XX Chromosomal make-up but that doesn’t stop them defining themselves as a man.

Now you would think that this is quite a narrow viewpoint, but it’s not because any individual is allowed to use up to four points on the spectrum from a base, fixed starting point. Be that starting point be at each end or in the middle. To clarify, if you’re born Intersex and you choose the three fixed points on the spectrum to define yourself, then you can only have one gender identity. You want a second gender identity, which one of your fixed points are you willing to give up to do that? You can’t have all three.

A final point is the issue of Post-Op Trans people – You want to change your fixed points on the spectrum, so be it. I or anyone else should not have an issue with that. Just remember your Karyotype; because, as you will see below, it’s important.


This brings me nicely round to my next point. And that’s the issue of Trans parenting, or more specifically how does that define you as a parent?

It’s an interesting subject and one which I applied the same philosophy to, in order to arrive at, what I feel, is a genuine and fair outcome for all. Now with this issue dropped on my lap, because of the recent issue of a Trans Man wanting to be registered as the father of his child; on the birth certificate (breathe). I can fully understand his wishes and felt his pain, I also have a child and am Trans. The issue strikes a chord right in there. But it left me with a quandary. How can a person who gave birth to a child, from an egg, be the father? – I did biology at school, hang on there a second, they can’t, surely.

I thought about it and came up with the below:

Father – Dad – Parent – Mum – Mother

Vikki Kinsella, June 2020

I’m not going to repeat the logic, if you missed it; go back and read it. But applying that logic to this makes a lot of sense. A Mother can transition and become the child’s dad, a Father can transition and become the child’s mum. Not a problem. The problems start when you add genetics, as they’re fixed; you can’t change them – A Mother supplies the egg and a Father supplies the sperm, that’s human genetics. Fixed, unchangeable.

I am a Father, I gave the sperm, I would like to be his mother but that’s not possible; due to my situation. His Mother is his mum (a parent), I am Daddy One (a parent) and his step dad is Daddy Two (a parent). We are all his parent’s in the eyes of the law; but I didn’t supply the egg. Just as this Trans Man didn’t apply the sperm. In fact, that particular case flips me out as, when you read between the lines, you begin to wonder if it was done deliberately – Why would you gain a Gender Recognition Certificate BEFORE surgery, then stop HRT and become pregnant? That’s a clear indication to me as that you know you’re female and don’t want to accept it. Sorry buddy, a child can have two fathers or mothers but there HAS to be the opposite (mother or father). And in your case, you gave the egg – You’re the mother, tough, deal with it.


There’s two other issues which have come across my desk recently, and their relevance is based on my initial point; which is people can use fear as a weapon – A very powerful one that can change minds and communities forever. Leaving a legacy that will usually carry a bitter taste in the mouth of those who repeat it. But that’s fear, it’s scary (silly as it sounds, we’re all human).

A virus created a pandemic and there were questions regarding it’s cause. Those questions came due to a lack of clear, tangible information based on facts; facts that could be verified. Thereby what information was available could be questioned, misinterpreted and falsified to suit an individuals desires – The root of the phrase “A little knowledge is a bad thing”.

This was particularly prevalent when it came to the issue of a new technology which was, due to unfortunate timing, to be rolled out at the same time as the virus struck. Silly really but there was a common subject between the two technologies that required a lot of knowledge to fully understand it’s implications for both issues (or lack of them – don’t believe in coincidence, trust me; they exist).

Oxygen. The giver of life. Molecule number eight in the periodic table of the elements – A lack of it will kill you, and asphyxiation was a primary cause of death in coronavirus patients – Good to know. But did you know that the primary resonant frequency of the Oxygen molecule is 60 gigahertz? Interesting, I hear you cry; where do I know that number from? Oh, I know, 5G Technology, doesn’t that use 60Ghz as well?

Well yes it does, deliberately. Because Oxygen absorbs radio waves at that frequency, thereby limiting their distance. What is also noteworthy, is that due to the make up of the molecule itself, there is no change the the state of the oxygen molecule upon absorption of 60Ghz Photon radiation (Radio Waves).

What that essentially means is that 5G won’t cause coronavirus asphyxiation symptoms (they’re known to be caused by secondary pneumonia as the lungs fill up with liquid from elsewhere). All that will happen to air when 5G radiation hits it is that it gets a very, VERY tiny bit warmer. That’s all. Nothing to see here, move along quietly now…


The final issue to drop across my desk, which I formed an opinion on, is the Issue of George Floyd and “Black Lives Matter” – Those last eight minutes of that man’s life must have been agonising hell on earth. What those officers put him through in the name of justice for a bounced cheque, is abominable in anyone opinion. In all honesty, what happened to the man can be seen as amounting to Murder.

That’s my thoughts on the subject. But I have no fear, no fear of reprisal, no fear of marginalisation, no fear of being flamed for this post – Do it, bring it on, I say. But that man felt fear. His last eight minutes were full of it. And that very same fear strikes at the core of my being, because of the circumstances surrounding my rape (see “The Hardest Thing I’ve Ever Had To Write” for more on that).

The man was marginally represented, due to the colour of his skin. And suffered discrimination and adversity because of it. A feeling I can relate to being Transgender, as I too have suffered discrimination due to my gender expression (see “Toiletgate“). He was discriminated against, he was seen as a second class citizen, it was as if his life didn’t matter – It did, very much so. ALL lives matter, in fact. Not just Black lives.

But what I’ve seen in the media since that story broke has been nothing short of complete idiocy and lunacy, especially in the face of the current virus pandemic. There is a clear issue here where the crowd mentality overtook common sense because of a fear of reprisal. And those that drove that crowd, did for their own ends. If his life, and what his death stands for, mattered that much to you; you wouldn’t risk your own life unless you really thought your own life didn’t matter. And if that were the case, you weren’t thinking straight and shouldn’t have been there in the first place!

Your life, and those of whom your closest to; matter more than those of a complete stranger. Especially in times like these. There are plenty of other ways to protest that mans passing without standing in a crowd of 5000 people passing a deadly virus to all who attend. And don’t say it wasn’t passed around, as it will be a good two weeks before we know the truth of that one!

Define your level of stupidity and stick to it! And don’t risk anyone else in the process…


So, as you can see there are four very big issues there all tied together by one, simple but very important factor; fear. And when you step above those issues you can see how fear exacerbated the issue to a level beyond it’s boundaries and in propelled it to headline status – Fear of marginalisation, fear of failure, fear of danger and fear of discrimination. All forms of fear. Yet what causes that fear? Where does it come from and why do we let it control us at the expense of rational thinking? Simple, it’s the response. the media grabbing headline hit straight at the core and provoked an instinctive reaction based on fear. When in reality, if we accept those things we cannot change and find a way to change those that we can that doesn’t involve dangerous risks; we can, ultimately and given time, change the world.

Patience, thought, foresight and an ingrained knowledge of what is right will win the day, and the war, here. Not fear, injustice, battles and bad decisions. You may win a battle or two like that, but never the war. That title will go to the real heroes, who have a head on their shoulders and know how to use it.

Much Love,

Vikki xx