A Revolution

Friday was shit. Not helped by a Conservative delusional (/politician) and a rebellious body.

Spent Friday night talking to my mum. She's concerned. We changed my mattress. I had a good nights sleep and mentally felt a little better Saturday. Still looked like death warmed up. Ate two mini pizzas, a box of pomegranate, a small bowl of blue berries , an apple and a banana. Looked a little healthier.

After work I got into my drag gear. A girl my age looked me up and down like I was filth. The women in mid-50s looked concerned. One asked if I was going somewhere nice (around the time I was dusting stubble on) and I said fancy dress and there was a collective "phew." I kinda wanna know what they would have done if I'd said, "just out with some friends" or "to a gay bar" or even better "family do."

I feel my costume did the job. I arrived and there was some cheering and the usual "what have you done?!" However my favourite reaction was when I said hi to a friend and she looked at me with a puzzled expression. She carried on for a good 10 seconds before it clicked, and she gasped and her body jolted away from me. She had not recognised me at all.

It was good to see everyone (and as per usual Sara and I familiarized ourselves with the toilets) and the birthday girl seemed pleased with her present (condoms and chocolate), but by 9 I was feverish and head achy and just wanted to go home. My mum picked me up at 10. It was good fun.