I nearly never came. I went out with Kath a while back to buy a lovely new dress for my sisters wedding. Mentioned this to my sister who wanted me to come, and then suddenly I've got my Dad on the phone, misgendering me and deadnaming me and telling me I can't wear a dress to the wedding, and that everyone would be embarrassed by me.
In the end I bought myself a pair of black trousers from Long Tall Sally (£50) and wore them with a really feminine lacey top and my animal; print jacket.
I was misgendered at the hotel which was fabulous. I told her not to call me sir and she sniggered. So I fied off a complaint to the management.
I had to stay in a hotel because my parents told me they didn;t have room for me. More likely they were too embarrassed to have me stay in their house with other relatives around. And on the evening before the Wedding I was far too scared to go out of the hotel even to go to the car, because of the gangs of young lads - pissed up and loud and obnoxious - I thought I'd be easy meat.
On the morning of the wedding I moved out of the hotel and loaded car, droe up to the Hoe to take in the view.
I live Tweeted the whole weekend even from the wedding.
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