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30th September 2026

Well I realise I'm failing to post regularly. Maybe it's that my life is becoming less interesting, or I'm just not able to make what's happening seem interesting.
My last post was about how I've kind of outed myself to neighbours, and surprise is nobody seems to have been bothered / interested etc. In some ways I'm a bit annoyed that nobody seems to have been shocked, well at least surprised. I should be celebrating how people are far more accepting these days, but maybe it's because I'm also not that bothered!
Anyway, my wife's brain / memory issues are getting more noticeable. She is starting to be more open to people we know about how she is struggling trying to remember things. I advised some friends of her issues, and due to that I'd not be going to the football this season. All in all it does make for an uninteresting life.
Well I'm stopping here, got some cooking to do. There is more to advise on the fun stuff, aka sex, but hopefully I will get to that tomprrow.
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ninalanyon · 70-79, T
life is becoming less interesting, or I'm just not able to make what's happening seem interesting.

It's strange. I find that the more time I have available to write things down the less likely I am to do it. On the other hand after I have had a full day of seeing sites (edit: that really should say sights) or meeting interesting people, etc., and really have very little time left I usually manage to write something down.

But when I think about writing a diary/blog it occurs to me that it isn't just the events that will be of interest to my later self or to other people it is also interesting to make notes about what I was thinking that day, what YouTube videos wound me up, the excuses I gave myself for not doing any of the dozen tasks that i have set myself. Or am I now just thinking of justifications for being a kind of exhibitionist?

outed myself to neighbours, and surprise is nobody seems to have been bothered / interested etc. In some ways I'm a bit annoyed that nobody seems to have been shocked,

Me too. In contrast to many other transwomen I seem to have been shoving hard at an open door and just fallen through it. I am glad of course that we live in comparatively enlightened times.

 
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