This story is another episode from the ‘Hotel’ run by LGBT people that first featured in this story.
The problem with running a Hotel that is part of a larger group is that you have to attend corporate functions and even worse, ‘corporate training’. No excuses, you as the manager have to go and be indoctrinated in the latest corporate ideals/edicts and messages. Then it is your duty to pass all this corporate wisdom onto your staff. Continue reading
After a number of years of trying and failing miserably, I was able to get off work and go to France and actually see a stage of the world famous race, ‘La Tour de France’. I’d booked a Gite less than a kilometre from the stage 15 – time trial. With my Chunnel ticket booked and my bike freshlu serviced and ready I was all set for two weeks in France. Continue reading
My journey back to Skipton was not the one that I’d expected when Mary dropped me at the station that morning. I felt an inner calmness and that was strange to me. I’d been excited about getting those dresses made for me but after the incident in the Cathedral, it was as if they didn’t matter any more.
Mary met me at the station. In an instant she noticed that I was different.
“Did Vic give you the tour?”
“It got to you didn’t it?” Continue reading
Mary took me under her wing and eased me into Parish Life once she had helped me create a believable back story for my life. We needed a story that had to stand up under the close scrutiny of her parishioners. It didn’t take me long to realise that Mary was an expert at that. I sat back and marvelled at how she tied things together so that were no loose ends.
Then there was the subject of my clothes. Mary took one look at the few I had in my case and laughed her head off.
“Those will never do for the parish ladies,” she commented. Continue reading
As the dawn chorus broke and with a heavy heart, I wrote my goodbye letter to Liam.
I am so sorry to say goodbye like this but I can no longer fulfill the role you want me to do at the expense of all my desires. To carry on like I have for the past few will totally destroy me. If I don’t leave now, I never will. I’ve returned all the gifts you have bought me since I came to live with you. I have managed to gather enough money to get me to wherever, find a place to live and start a new life.
Please don’t come searching for me. I will change both my name and appearance. The past has been fun at times but I have so many dreams of my own that I need to try to achieve and if I fail, then so be it.
Jess Continue reading
[12 Years ago]
There I was, full of late teenage hormones, in bed with my girlfriend of the past three years Anna, with both of us ready to do the dirty deed and… Continue reading
There once was an ugly duckling
With feathers all stubby and brown
And the other birds said in so many words
Get out of town
Get out, get out, get out of town
Bobby Mason knew that he was in trouble as soon as he walked into the School Playground.
A reception party was waiting for him. At least 10 other boys were lined up with their arms crossed blocking his entry to the school. Continue reading
“’Dad, hold still can’t you?”
“I’m trying. Can’t you see that.”
“If you don’t then I could stick this mascara wand right into your eye.”
“I know. Just get on with it ok? I don’t want to be late.”
“Nag, nag, nag. You are just like Mum was.” Continue reading
One of the worst things about travelling by Air these days, well apart from the hassle of seemingly endless security before you even get on the aircraft, is standing at the baggage carousel looking expectantly at the seemingly endless stream of bags arriving in the hope that yours was actually put on the flight in the first place. As the last bags appear you have that heart rending moment when you realise that yours is not there.
How, in these days the sophisticated computer systems that are used by the airports and airlines, can it be that about one in a million bags go missing. Continue reading
I got home from work that fateful friday evening and slumped into my one and only chair and kicked off my only decent pair of shoes in disgust.
My creep of a boss had come onto me big time when the whole team were in the pub celebrating the birth of a child to one of our colleagues. I’d told him in front of everyone else that ‘I’d never be friends with you even if you were the last man on earth’. Continue reading