Michelle's Blog

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.

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!

To say the flight home was interesting was a little bit of an understatement. My seat was a front isle seat, and I felt rather exposed compared to the first flight where I was in the front window seat. The window near me I could just see out of but the guy who took the window seat kept closing my blind.. which was quite annoying.

The first leg was quite uneventful and I was able to sleep for a few hours. A quick refuelling stop in Singapore left me with an hour to kill, I decided to complete some of this blog.. only to find the previously open complimentary wireless system is no longer open and actually requires a valid Singapore number to create an account – what a waste of time.

Taking my duty free alcohol through the security to reboard the plane was uneventful as I was using tamper proof bags.

The flight from Singapore to Brisbane took off promptly and was smooth.

At around 6am I had breakfast, an omelette and a coffee, here things started going wrong. I enjoyed the omelette but the coffee was way too strong. I decided to have a nap and fell asleep again. About 2 hours later I woke still tasting the coffee and not feeling all that well, I also needed to go to the toilet… When in the toilet I suddenly started feeling really sick and with no warning emptied to contents of my stomach in the toilet..