◄ alarming speeds. Well over twenty mph I estimate. I just have to hope my trusty steed doesn't throw me off one day as at my age it could be at the very least painful. But I suppose after GRS all other pain could seem fairly minor. Unfortunately poor Kizzie cannot join me on these exciting little kamikaze runs as just sitting in the saddle causes her pain and discomfort. At last though she has finally been given a date for corrective surgery to deal with her prolapsed vagina.  But not until she had to get very angry with the surgeon's secretary. I know my Kizzie and I know that she hates having to act that way to get what is, after all only her right. It reminds her too much of the rather heartless and unforgiving character she used to be. I sometimes see flashes of that person and he was certainly a person I would not like to have been with.

As much as many of us would like to leave the male behind it is  impossible to do that one hundred percent of the time, not when you consider how long that false ►

◄ persona was used to shelter the real person within. Usually it is anger that brings the old character to the fore. It is a part of us that perhaps we  wish was dead and buried. It may be that some will never allow that anger to surface in that way, perhaps they transitioned from a very early age, or they were naturally non competitive in their dealings with others. But for a lot of us there is the constant inner battle to handle that anger when dealing with incompetence.

Any way I have digressed so back to the bike riding. ▼

The weather has finally turned to one of those summers I seem to remember as a child. Long lazy golden days made for holidays, outings, barbeques and bike riding.
Unable to find work at this time I am determined not to let it get me down, and now my GRS is well behind me I can at last happily get my trusty steed out and cycle down to the local village, Holmes Chapel. Three times this week I have made the five mile round trip, and although my legs are feeling a little tender, I am sure it must be making me healthier.
On the ride down to the village I have a downhill section that allows me to freewheel and get up to some rather ►

▲ The rides in the warm summer sunshine carry me back to the long summers of my childhood. I am not actually sure there were long summers as a child, but looking back it seemed that way. The rides as a child used to take me out of the environment where my physical gender mattered. I didn't need to be boy or girl, all I had to do was climb on my two wheeled friend and head south. Within ten minutes I would be out of Coventry and into the countryside.
Away from the bullying of the gang who substituted for friends, and away from the lie of having to be male. No cross dressing in secret. No applying makeup and wondering what the devil was wrong with me. Just the almost silent swish of my tyres on the road, the wind in my face and new places to explore.

I find myself wondering now if my mother ever felt there was anything wrong as I used to frequently vanish for whole days at the weekends. I will never know now what she thought as I can no longer ask her, and it never occurred to me to ask the questions when she was still here.
But I enjoy the exercise and still have fun nearly fifty years on from those formative and very occasionally fun years.