On Wednesday evening I had a curious experience. I popped into a bar to have a drink on my way back to my hotel after dinner. A French expat engaged me in conversation. He was very friendly and we talked for quite a while. It emerged that he was attending the same conference that I was (a very large one), and that we knew some of the same people. It was a curious and intriguing situation – a collision of two worlds (my day-to-day male existence and my other existence as Karen). I enjoyed the conversation, and I enjoyed chatting in the same way that I am used to doing in many other circumstances. Such experiences give one hope; they make one feel accepted as another human being. That wonderful sense of being just like anybody else is hard to communicate adequately to somebody who’s not been so obviously “different” themselves, I suspect.
Just a girl next door...I was born male, but from my earliest years a part of me deep down always wanted desperately to be a girl. She has grown up with me, and needs to escape, breathe the air and walk the green hills of Yorkshire from time to time. Although she's concealed by clouds for most of the time, the girl within is tied up with all that people think is best in me. These pages give her a little space to articulate how she feels. View all posts by Karen Smith