Identity.

 Typing this in a Mediterranean resort and it's probably warmer back home. Why do I feel cheated? 😂

Anyhow being away always gives me a little bit of self doubt. How will I be treated? 

It's sometimes difficult to look your best when you've lashed factor 50 all over, sweat everywhere and dress to be as comfortable as possible. During the day it's pretty much been trainers, shorts and t-shirts.

Add in a hat to protect the head from the sun (mad that people don't do this by default especially baldy men....do you want me to get an advance booking with oncology?) and I'm not exactly carrying off a Italian Riviera look!

That said the sideways glances are always there. Ironically from ex pats with a paunch your average darts player would be proud of. One springs to mind having spotted the second look he with glee turned to his female partner to point me out and she didn't even look and ignored him. 

That she had an arse the size of a small country (copyright Neil Hannon) and might have been conscious of her own identity which may well have crossed her mind.

That's the irony. I could quite easily pick holes in 99.9% of those who seem to take issue with my identity. Yet I won't stoop to that level. Why? Because I know how much it hurts but more importantly......it's fucking irrelevant....you're an individual and no one should tell you what is right or wrong. 

So as I get ready for a night out tonight in a very LGBTQ+ friendly resort, I'll be putting a nice summer dress on, low heels and will proudly go out passing the hordes in their slazenger vests from sports direct whilst drinking from yet another faux Irish pub....FFS why do you go away....but I digress.

I'll instead be sitting on the balcony of a bar watching the world go by sipping on cocktails 

But you know what, it matters not one jot because we each have a right not to be judged....just stop doing it to me all the time because one day my nice patient side might just wear out...