It seams such a long time has passed since Isabelle in the coffee shop I go to asked me if I would like to chat with a reporter from our local newspaper, I said yes, took the calling card and put it safely in my handbag. What followed was lots of thinking and soul searching. Do I want to do this?, what happens if what I say comes out all wrong in the paper and thus an opportunity to focus attention on the very great need for people to completely accept us for what we are, no matter what, and a whole host of other thoughts. All of this was back last August or thereabouts. Around October I finally decided to go ahead with the interview but a whole pile of things got in the way, days the reporter was unavailable and like wise for me. Then Christmas got in the way and finally a few days ago the reporter met me in my coffee shop. Over the next hour and a half I was able to tell her all of the why's and the what's of why all of us are like we are. It transpired she had no idea that it was not a choice on the spur of the moment to dress, to transition or by gay or bi or anything else. I was able to give her the medical facts for the reasons behind us all. The reporter told me on the ouitset of our talk that she knew about the LGBT movement and I was able to impress upon her the very need to get this absolutely right so that people get the right impression of us all.
After the reporter left a feeling of comfort spread over me, knowing I had done my bit to make people aware of us correctly and properly.
