We Sparkled
Sparkle ... what can I say?
No really, what can I say? I've run out of new and interesting ways to do post-outing write ups without slipping into tired cliches.
I want to say "it was so nice to see x y and z again", but that would be boring. But then again, I did meet a lot of nice people, both old friends and new. And it was nice. Really nice. I'll just leave out the list of everyone, because you know who you are.
But that wasn't the important thing.
I want to write up a detailed account of the 3 days, but that would probably be boring too. So I'll summarize: I dressed up a lot. We went out a lot. Sparkle happened around us. And in many cases despite of us.
But that's not the important thing either.
I want to write gushing praise for people like Kim Nolan, and the AXM people, and the hundreds of other people who put an amazing amount of effort into making Sparkle happen.
That's important, but that's not it.
We took quite a few pictures:
But, believe it or not, that's not the most important thing.
This is the most important thing: I felt great. And, for the first time in a fair while, I felt like I looked great. Which, sometimes, is the most important thing of all.
No really, what can I say? I've run out of new and interesting ways to do post-outing write ups without slipping into tired cliches.
I want to say "it was so nice to see x y and z again", but that would be boring. But then again, I did meet a lot of nice people, both old friends and new. And it was nice. Really nice. I'll just leave out the list of everyone, because you know who you are.
But that wasn't the important thing.
I want to write up a detailed account of the 3 days, but that would probably be boring too. So I'll summarize: I dressed up a lot. We went out a lot. Sparkle happened around us. And in many cases despite of us.
But that's not the important thing either.
I want to write gushing praise for people like Kim Nolan, and the AXM people, and the hundreds of other people who put an amazing amount of effort into making Sparkle happen.
That's important, but that's not it.
We took quite a few pictures:
But, believe it or not, that's not the most important thing.
This is the most important thing: I felt great. And, for the first time in a fair while, I felt like I looked great. Which, sometimes, is the most important thing of all.
Labels: outings, photos, trannyscene, transvestism
Oh, and the other terrible thing is the way your heels sink in the mud (Glastonbury must be torture for trannies this year).
And, there is turning up in the park to see the act you were looking forward to is just leaving the stage.
And, and trying to get to the loo...
You did look great, and thats official!
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