Have you been the victim of Discrimination?

So how many people out there have suffered from discrimination? I’d take at guess at most of the population in one way or another… Personally, as a TransSexual, I have been the target of discrimination, ridicule and damn right rudeness for some time so I get more and more immune to it.


Today however, I write about a form of discrimination that all of us can be caught by. I’m off to a Rammstein concert on the 4th February 2010, at Wembley Arena. Now, I’m not all that much of a fan of Rammstein, don’t get me wrong though… I like the music, but my partner is the big fan and I’m taking her to see them as a treat for a devout follower of a band she has never had the chance to see live (not to mention the fact that I love her 😉 .)

Now the discrimination… Wembley Arena publish a “terms and conditions” list, which amongst other sensible things states (under “General Point 2”):

The Event Promoter may ask the Venue to prohibit the use of all, or certain types of cameras. In general, fixed lenses are acceptable, but please check with the Venue if in any doubt. Video/audio recordings are prohibited. Prohibited items may be confiscated.

Now knowing this, and and seeing on the Wembley Stadium site that they have a prohibited items list which includes:

Full body scanners at UK airports…

Recently there was an article covered by many news agencies about the introduction of full body scanners in the UK airports. The Register covered the story in this article. I added my thoughts to the comments which were about the statement that the anyone selected for scanning would be scanned by someone of the same sex, wondering where they would find intersexed and transsexual people from to scan some of the people I know and myself….?

Reading through the rest of the comments today I remembered something from my past which reinforced Bruce Schneier‘s view and mine that our governments are actually promoting terrorism and causing more terror than the actual terrorists.

Way back in my youth there was an organisation called the IRA (Irish Republican Army) who spent an inordinate amount of time trying to blow people up. They succeeded on occasion and I remember as a child hearing about people dead and getting worried about getting blown up myself. I remember hearing that Lord Mountbatten had been blown up and killed by the same army. I remember many news reports in London of people being killed, but as I grew older I realised that these people were operating 100+ miles from my sleepy village of Ormesby St Margaret.

Around the age of 17 I moved out of home and started living on my own, and eventually around 1998 I ended up moving into London, by this time the IRA was pretty much defunct and various ceasefires had been called etc… I was not afraid of London or being part of some terrorist attack.

One morning I awoke in my flat at Norwood Green to the sound of a police radio. I poked my head out the window to see that the road was very quiet and there was “police line” tape all around and a copper standing directly below me. I shouted down to him, “Oi, what’s going on?” to which he replied, get in, an stay away from the windows. I asked why and was told there was a suspicious package in the middle of the green that could be a bomb.

Now, what did I do at this point? Did I run around screaming, and panicing? Did I follow police instruction? Did I go to the loo…? No I didn’t do any of these things….

The first thing I did was go to the lounge door and take a peek into the green, and there was a big can in the middle of the grass with a couple of wires on show etc.. I thought, “Cool, doesn’t look like a bomb, but you never know…”

Second thing I did was pick up my phone, and call my boss…

“John”, I said, “I’m sorry I will be a bit late in work this morning…”
John asked why, and I continued with, “well there seems to be a bomb outside of my house.”
He asked if I was joking, I said, “No” and he said, “Ok, well get in when you can.”

The conversation was quite comical on reflection, John was a little startled at first, but when hearing that I wasn’t joking or bothered, neither was he, and it was more like me calling in sick than being involved in a bomb scare.

THIS IS WHAT LONDON IS LIKE WHEN YOU HAVE LIVED THERE!!! You get on with it, you don’t panic, you don’t run around screaming etc..

When the not so recent bombs went off in the Tube stations and buses, the Metropolitan Police closed the transport system in London. From all the reports I heard from friends that were visiting or living in London, the biggest issue was not the bombs going off, not the likelihood that someone next to them could be carrying a bomb, but the fact they couldn’t move. Some had to walk 30+ miles across London to get home, some couldn’t get to work..

London was paralysed…

This is EXACTLY what the terrorists wanted, it hit the world wide news. It was front page for days, it was world wide, “London terrorised!” People couldn’t go to work, people couldn’t even drive their cars because if they lived in London you were grounded. Terrorism caused mass panic and inconvenience, governments called emergency sessions, new laws were dreamed up, and we have restrictions on our civil liberties that prevents our free movement.

What did the people of London think at the time, well all those I spoke to were shocked and sad, but they were more upset that the powers that be in London decided to stop London from operating. They wanted to get back to work, to get on with daily life. People cope with terror and disaster by going back to their daily routine, and what did the wonderful people in power do? They shut everything down and said, “Sit at home and brood about terrorist attacks because it could be YOU next time!”

The war on terrorism is not a war on terrorism, its promoting terrorism for no good reason. It’s headline news, it’s new laws and reduction in civil liberties.

Rant over, please think, you the public, post this blog where ever you can, get the word out that the governments must stop this scare mongering, lets get back to a world of living in peace. In the years since the second world war the number of people killed because of terrorism (in total) is less than the number of people killed in car accidents in 2009! Why are people killed in car accidents not front page news?

Facebook

Yes my friends my Facebook account is finally gone.

Sorry to those that contacted me there, and those that use my photos on their profiles, but the FaceBook account takes too much time and causes too many arguments so I have permanently deleted it.

My email address -at- isux.com currently does not work as the server that hosts it is permanently offline. If you wish to contact me my phone number is +356 79 543115 and I will give you my working email address. (Sorry won’t post it here because of idiot spammers and a few people I don’t want having it.)

Take care all,

Shells
xx

Sex In The City

You know there is nothing like a girls afternoon having coffee or wine and a natter.

This afternoon I met up with my friends Paige and Anna and we spent some time on Park Rd in Milton at one of the cafe bars. The idea was to have a coffee and a cake to say goodbye, however just like Sex in the City, it turned into an afternoon of wine, chat, and fun. Anna who had never met Paige before knew nothing of her, but I suspected that Anna and Paige would get on like a house on fire, and for a change I was right.

Paige was her usual beautiful self and Anna was sprightly and full of mischief. Both agreed that we should do it again and soon.. I’m hoping as I’m not going to be around that Paige and Anna keep in touch and have more similar afternoons, as both are lovely people and neither have “had it easy” in life.

Why the “Sex in the City” reference.. well spotting hot waiters and other patrons of the restaurant seemed to be a large part of the agenda for Anna and Paige. This caused many gifts of hilarity when it became apparent that we had had enough wine that non of us could be quiet enough not to be heard. 😉

So who was who you might ask? Well it was generally agreed that Paige was Miranda, Anna had many Carrie qualities so that left me being who? .. Well the closest was Samantha, because I’m old and I am open to talking about sex and other stuff in a very open and blunt way. Of course I’m not sex mad so can I really be Samantha…? Who cares I say, it was lots of fun and I would so love to do it again.

My little message to Paige and Anna: Guys I am really going to miss you, but now you know each other, please do have more afternoons together, and I’ll see you both in just under a year hopefully.

2009 in summary…

Goodbye 2009! So was it good or bad for you? Here’s a summary of what it brought for me…

  • I moved back to Brisbane.
  • I was dump by Melissa when the extra money ran out meaning she would have to work rather than sitting on her fat arse which was getting fatter for w**king all day and not working…
  • I found out the hard way that men are men and hormone replacement therapy for men who say they are women doesn’t make them anything but gay men with tits.
  • I found that pre-op transgender people are the most mentally unstable people I have ever met, and as a consequence I would never consider dating another one again. (I’d also recommend to the tranny chasers out there to stay well clear even if they look stable because they might be upping their dosages with or without their doctors knowledge and that is a time bomb waiting to happen.)
  • I started committing suicide (started because I chose a method that takes some time, however I was given a reason to stop before I went all the way, which is why I’m here now.)
  • I got fired for the first time in 20 years (is not completing your probationary period being fired? Some think it is, some think not.)
  • I became a ‘Psycho He-She Ex’.. which is funny because I seem to be the third [at least] “Psycho Ex” of Melissa… First was Melissa’s wife, Charmaine. Second was the indian girl that I forget her name, and now me… That’s not to forget all the psycho’s that Melissa dated [had coffee with].. One has to wonder whether Melissa attracts psycho’s or whether the ex’s are not actually psycho’s and there is something wrong with her, one refers to the previous point about mental stability of transsexual people…
  • I started playing music again, keyboard and sax. I also bought a base guitar and drum kit both of which I am learning.
  • I met a beautiful young girl called Katie, whom I love dearly.
  • I lost a couple of special friends to Melissa and was accused of splitting the trans-community in two. Another amusing comment as it was Melissa herself that persuaded me to stop taking part in TrannyRadio etc by saying they were all nothing but crossdressers with no understanding of real transsexuals.
  • I gained 100’s of friends.. that’s people who message me and say “how are you doing? We’re all missing you!” – you know real friends, not those that hang about because you might be able to do something for them.
  • I sold my hobby called “SORBS” for a lot of money (not what was reported, that was fiction from Jed Smith based on pure conjecture, but enough to pay my mortgage and credit card in full after all taxes paid.)
  • I moved to Malta and made 100’s more friends.
  • I started a new hobby-come-business in photography.
  • I got my UK passport with “Female” on it.
  • I had Christmas with my mum and son for the first time in 10 years.
  • I returned to Brisbane to say goodbye, and promptly had a plane quarantined…! What a way to go eh?

So there you have it 2009 in a nutshell! Roll on 2010!