Post-ruling survival strategy: Throwing myself into wellness and exercise

There is nothing like living in a bigoted society to recalibrate your own values.  Only you have to notice how everyone else’s are off, and by everyone else, I mean the general tenor.  I have to hope that the displays of ugliness so evident in US and UK public discourse will horrify enough people that fighting for the Republic moves up the priority list, but so too, the idea that civility is worth fighting for too.

My act of rebellion is to be out and to live my life as radically free as I possibly can.  My body, my choice.

One of the consequences of two days of crying post-ruling, and I am referring to the UK Supreme Court, was to get back to my body and to show it love.  48 hours of fasting, intense daily exercise, fun things to do with dear and new friends, including a private class throwing pots…we made plates, mugs and bowls.  I loved it so much I will go again and make bigger bowls and bigger mugs.  And a pitcher.

Broke my fast with a lovely Easter dinner of oysters and champagne—a girl’s gotta live.

Loving my body, feeling my body.  I am trying out various forms of barre and core ballet-inspired workouts.  And my example is going viral amongst my friends.  Been running despite the April showers.  So diligent.

That’s what the body needs when the mind is perplexed and scared.

The closer I get to the precipice the more certain I am that I am on the right path and that things will work out.

In the meantime, I am torn by a desire to pee as often as I possibly can in public toilets—the women’s of course, and never peeing in public again.  I can’t tell if just pulling my knickers down, hitching up my skirt, and squatting out in front will get me in more trouble than being approached by the male officers appointed to inspect genitals of suspected trans women in the UK. I mean, what’s he going to do? 

Ballerina giraffes have pretty pussies.  Or so I am told.  Its only in a gynaecologist’s chair where the absence of cervix becomes apparent.

Maybe I should start dating a lawyer.  The thought!