Wow! Things have just got decidedly real in my little world as a transgender ballet dancer.
So, this is the third post of my trilogy today. I was going to post just one – but I can really prattle on, so thought I’d better “break it down”, to quote MC Hammer. As you do.
No posts for seven weeks and then you get two at once. What’s that about buses? So, ballet. As I said in my last post, I desperately wanted to continue with it – and to get better at it. But I hated feeling out of my depth.
I’m 42, about to begin gender hormone therapy and have started ballet. So no mid-life crisis at all then.