Pass My Congratulations

One thing that was odd on Saturday was a couple of people made comments along the line of "Pass my congratulations on to Simon when you see him." I sort of know what they meant, I think, and I know it was meant kindly to avoid any possible offence. Names, identities and referring to alter egos can be a real minefield in tranny circles, but it did seem odd.

Because for me there is no real difference between Becky and Simon, it is just a way of presenting the same person to the world but putting emphasis on different facets. A bit like those picture books I used to see as a child, where there would be a picture and depending on the colour of the cellophane put over it, either green or red, different bits would be highlighted so instead of just seeing a lion you would see either a lion eating an ice cream or a lion smiling and licking his lips.

In Becky's case the red cellophane shows a lass swinging her pants to the Pussy Cat Dolls, the green shows a chap swaying slightly to Ben Folds, its the same person just different elements brought to the fore. And I'm getting married to that person, it doesn't really matter what they are called to me he/she is the one I love.

Teachers

Becky and I were discussing teachers' names the other night, sometimes kismit just happens and the teacher's name suits them down to the ground. I had a chemistry teacher called Mr Polichemi and Becky had a physics teacher called Mr Sparks. It's a shame that the other teachers didn't have suitable names for their subjects or personalities. But hey we were bored so we thought of some.

Mr EthicalDilemmia for RE

Mrs SuspectNazi for PE

Becky suggested Mr BoredGayGuy for Music.

I had a Mr BurstIntoTearsAtAnyMoment for French and a

Mrs I'veGotLovelyTitsWouldYouLikeToLookDownMyTopBoys for German - she was popular.

Mr CompleteAndUtterContemptForTheHeadmaster for Deputy Head.