Paula's Place
The experiences and adventures of the World's Leading Transgender Conductor and Bass Trombone and Tuba Playing Christian Gardener.
Paula's Place
Tuesday, 19 November 2024
Shoot, CR Campaign
Friday, 15 November 2024
More stuff, too much stuff?
The other day I talked about my efforts at getting a bit fitter, and hopefully losing some excess fat in the process, this is not the only aspect of my life that I am trying to sort out a bit. In some ways I am over committed and need to make decisions about what I really want to do with the rest of my life, Now that "other" activities do not have to revolve around "work" I need a reset. I hope to have another 20 or so active years, I certainly don't want to waste them.
Stuff, I'm unlikely to use this trombone "in anger" |
It's not just instruments that I have acquired that need to be sorted, I also have lots of books and sheet music (I refuse to use the term "too much" as in both these cases it is an oxymoron), lots of paper records and, well, "stuff". Stuff that would be perfectly fine if I still lived in a three bedroom house, or even had a garage. I am slowly getting rid of a lot of my larger gardening tools, but still have a large roller cabinet of mechanics tools I am reluctant to get rid of until I decide on my next car.
More "stuff" |
It is currently anything but spring but I am making a serious effort at sorting my life out ~ anybody want some spider plants?
Saturday, 9 November 2024
A Dark Day
A lot of my friends from the USA are very worried, Stana at Femulate has "Gone Dark" and is shutting the leading cross dressing blog down, as she doesn't want to encourage people into danger, others have adopted the all black square as their profile pictures on social media. I suspect many would now be leaving the Country if they had the option. Many of us feared that the presidential election would go the way it has, but I think few thought that it would be as comprehensive, nor that both Houses would also come under Republican control. Personally I am still reeling, even though this should have little direct impact on my life here in the UK, it may even push us back closer to Europe which I would only view as a positive.
We know that Trump now has power beyond most presidents dreams, we know the contempt he has for women, LGBT+ people, people with disabilities, in short anyone who isn't an able bodied white heterosexual man ~ what we don't know is what he will do about it. I suspect that he himself doesn't yet know and that uncertainty just adds further to the fear.
As an observer this has been a fascinating campaign the Vice President appeared to run an excellent, if short, campaign, the President appeared to make multiple blunders but maintain support and momentum. On Tuesday evening I stayed up with a friend and a bottle of Jack Daniels to watch the TV coverage as results started to come in. It was hard to believe what we were watching, nobody and nothing had prepared us for the scale of the victory, we woke up on Wednesday hung over and a little despondent. I'm still trying to work out what this says about America, but I am sure that it is nothing good. I am also sure that I will not be visiting anytime soon!
Tomorrow is Remembrance Sunday, when we remember all of those, of all nations, who have fallen in war, at the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month we remember, we remember in the hope that that if we remember we will not engage again. WW1 was know as the "War to end Wars" at the time nobody could conceive that the World would forget the horrors of war would be inflicted on the World again ~ we were wrong, there has been war somewhere ever since. As we commemorate the fallen tomorrow we have to be aware that we are closer to another World War than we have ever been since 1945
Monday, 28 October 2024
Fit for Nothing
Back in 2014 |
"The Stodge" 2024 |
Wednesday, 9 October 2024
More Musings
At the moment I seem to keep passing milestones, and today is no exception. It is both a sobering and an encouraging day, for today I have received the first payment of my state pension. ~ I won't be living a life of luxury on it, but alongside my small occupational pension it does mean I will be able to live at some level of financial security. For me financial security is not something I have experienced for any substantial period of time having spent the majority of my career self employed, I hope to use these next few years to pursue some of the things that give me most satisfaction, making music, watching rugby, cooking (and eating) good food, and enjoying time with friends.
While indulging in the last two of those the other day two of us were considering our musical careers over the years and how different factors had impacted them, my lunch companion observed that whenever I referred to myself in my pre transition days I either used my "dead name" or "Him" never "me". I have noticed this in other trans women as well, it is an interesting phenonium. I am generally quite careful of language (especially when in conversation with those I have not known for long) I will talk of my days as a chorister ~ not as a choir boy, or when I was a child; I might refer to other girls but not other boys. I am also well known for referring to my pretransition days as "in another life". This is not because I don't know who I was or how the world experienced me back then, it's more because I don't want to screw with other people's minds too much.
Fat and Ugly? |
Tuesday, 1 October 2024
Looking Forward, looking back and trying to remember a flutist
It is now over 51 years since the inaugural concert of the Youth Orchestra, where I made many friends, discovered so much music, and had the the most intense rehearsal period of my life. Maybe we missed an opportunity and should have had a reunion of some sort. I know that a 52nd anniversary doesn't sound as dramatic as a 50th, but I wonder, if I was to organise something who would come? So, I am going to throw it out there ~ If I build it will you come? I know I am in touch through social media with a few of you, lets just ask round and see if we can do this before we all die off!
Arthur Davison, our conductor |
Now music has become an expensive extracurricular that only a few can afford, add to that the very limited opportunities for young people to hear live music, ~ real people, playing real music, on real instruments in front of them ~ how are they going to know if they want to play or not. I recently performed at a junior school in Surrey, until that point none of the children had heard live music outside of school assemblies. There is an old adage that if you can't see it you can't be it, I think that also applies to if you don't hear it you can't play it!
Now I am moving into a new stage in my life I wonder if there is some way that I can help schools introduce more young people to music, to show them some of the possibilities that they might not be aware of ~ if we don't do something soon then not only will we not have the instrumentalists for our bands and orchestras, we won't have any audiences either.
Keir Starmer may now be the most recognised former member of CYPO but our alumni include Matt Dunkley, Roger Coull, Paul Goodwin, Dominic Hackett, Imogen East, Stina Wilson, Rupert Bond, Daryl Davison, Beverley Davison, and so many more of us who have contributed to the musical life of the Country.
Thursday, 26 September 2024
Updates
The more eagle eyed amongst you may have noticed a couple of changes to Paula's Place, I have updated the links to other Blogs on the left hand side and I have added a page!
My Music is where I am sharing my arrangements and original compositions ~ mostly for Concert Band or Brass Band, but there are also a couple of odd chamber works for various groups. These are just the ones I have published, and I will be adding to them as I publish more and more of my work. I just started typing "As I move further into my retirement" but I don't think retirement is really the correct term. "Retirement" suggest stopping work, my plan is to continue to work, just at different things in different ways, without the same economic imperative to earn money from everything I do. Arranging and composition are prime examples I don't anticipate earning much from this work, I just hope a few people will choose to play some of it.
I have now been in contact with my Doctor and the best they can offer is to see their physiotherapist, but the first available appointment is not for two weeks! The trouble is that I am now convinced that this is an RSI from playing the tuba, but I don't know what to do, do I exercise it and paly a bit regularly, do I give it total rest, or do I just avoid playing the tuba? Should I use ice, or heat? The biggest worry is not knowing.
One of my take aways from this is that even though we moan that Trans people are neglected by the NHS, or how much people with Fibromyalgia or EDS are miss understood or ignored, it makes me realise that the NHS is broken and at the moment is serving nobody well. I think the main thing I will be judging our new Labour Government on over their next five years in power is going to be the state of the NHS.
Monday, 23 September 2024
Long and rambling reflections
Just another middle aged woman |
A Typical Cross Dresser |
It wasn't until I was around fifty that I actually started to go out at all.
Now I find reading the blogs from cross dressers very interesting, mostly they seem very contented with their lot, they enjoy their time out, relieve the stress of modern male life, enjoy the clothes, the attention (or lack of it), have a very pleasant time, then go home and get changed. Indeed it was reading here about how others feel after an outing that has prompted this post! Those who commented all agreed that afterwards they felt better, relaxed, and would be feeling positive and looking forward to their next outing. This is very interesting, and I feel in some ways shows the difference between cross dressers and those of us who transition, While I remember the elation of being out and of experiencing the World as a woman, and indeed having the World experience me as a woman my feelings when I had to go back to DRAB were very different. I was always sad afterwards, I used to talk about "putting Paula back in her box" but the overwhelming emotion was one of bereavement. Not so much looking forward to the next opportunity to dress up and go out as much as mourning that these were only ever snatched moments.
I have often reflected on my need for the World to experience me as a woman, the acceptance, the vindication, the affirmation, I have also often reflected on how I experienced the World as a Woman, and indeed how these both changed after I went "Full Time", I have rarely reflected on how I felt afterwards, yet I think it was the sadness, the feeling of loss, of bereavement that finally convinced me that I needed to "go fulltime" ~ to transition. I sincerely believe that my decisions were right, even though in the process I did hurt and confuse the people I most loved, I have not experienced that sense of deep personal loss about myself since, and frankly I believe that if I had continued as I was that feeling would have become unendurable.
There is an old joke that comes around every now and then "What's the difference between a cross dresser and a transsexual?" ~ "About three years" on reflection I think maybe it is that for some of us cross dressing is a relief, an occasional outlet or expression of our femininity, for others it is a vital stepping stone towards a new life.
Sunday, 22 September 2024
Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness
Of course autumn is a time for harvests and as the saying goes fruitfulness, but for those of us less directedly connected to the land it is a time for fresh beginnings as well. It is the start of the new school year, and along with that many bands and orchestras start their new season in September. On Friday it was a joy to get back to rehearsals with the Phoenix Concert Band, it is great to see old friends, to make music together and to introduce a couple of new members into our midst. A new season also means new music, so it is pretty exciting all round. This is going to be one of our busier terms with a Remembrance Parade to play for as well as a couple of Christmas Concerts, that means a very wide selection of music to rehearse.
This photo is about five or six years old, and at least a couple of stone (28 pounds or around 15 kg) ago. I still have these boots, and the leggings and tee shirt ~ there's no way that I'd look this good in them now, I think it is finally time that I made a concerted effort to lose some of my excess weight ~ perhaps I should give myself the target of a stone before Christmas?
"The season of Mists and Mellow Fruitfulness" is the first line from John Keat's "To Autumn"
Sunday, 15 September 2024
From the Med
This view from my balcony will tell anyone who know me that I'm not at home.
I'm just taking a quick break in the sun, unfortunately an old health issues has flared up which I think will put me out of playing action for quite a while. Hopefully I will know more when I get home and can consult my Doctor. In the mean time here's another lovely picture