Get dressed ye merry gentleman may nothing you dismay for it is Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas Christmas day.

Merry Christmas one and all!

Warning this post is actually kinda boring and there's nothing Trans* related really but I always kinda wanted to write a Christmas day post.

Today started slow and crap, but it's picked up, and now I'm feeling good about it.

I woke at 9am and went downstairs to find my mum asleep downstairs. She caught the flu, and isn't feeling brilliant. My dad keeps irregular hours and doesn't usually get up until 3pm or later. And my brother. Well. He works at a night club in the next town, and because buses aren't running on Christmas, he was gonna get a lift home with a mate.

They didn't know and he tried to walk home, only to collapse of exhaustion and drunkenness (he's worked an 18 hour shift, then a six hour with no sleep between despite going home) and the police picked him up. We had a storm last night, he was bloody soaked when they picked him up. If they didn't, he could have died, seriously, and he doesn't even see how serious that is.

So my plans to get up and watch The Blue Carbuncle was thwarted by mum downstairs. I had to quietly open my presents and resorted to watching Aladdin on volume three so as not to wake her while trolling Tumblr.

I have issues with Aladdin now, since my partner gave me the Swedish version for Christmas and I realised the English voice actor for Aladdin is crap and Peter Jöback is the perfect voice and just no. And Jesus, their Genie is gayer than Robin William's version, even though I did not think that possible.

However. My stocking gift included invisible!Bilbo and it's beautiful. Also a stupidly female body spray, though. Which hurt a little.

When mum got up, we watched almost all of the old Superman movie, until a close family friend turned up and gave me a cool old French Policeman's cap. Looks exactly like something from Les Mis.

My dad got up at 2pm, then my brother followed at 4pm after having only got home at 9am when I got up. I got box sets (Jeeves and Wooster, League of Gentleman, Part one of Doctor Who Season 7, a DVD of Sherlock Holme's Smarter Brother), CDs (Mika - Life In Cartoon Motion, My Chemical Romance - Three Cheers For Sweet Revenge, The Clash - London Calling, Rocky Horror Picture Show album), the next Young Sherlock Holmes book, a Holmes mousemat that's just a bloody artistic portrait and it's going on my wall, and a metal Basil Rathbone!Holmes plaque that's beautiful. And a new CD player/stereo thing. It's black and gorgeous and I'm in love with it. Not as much as you, though, my love.

Oh, and my partner gave me Swedish Aladdin with English option and the same of Basil The Great Mouse Detective, two of my favourite Disney movies leaving only Peter Pan, and a PewDiePie (youtuber) shirt, and Ianto Jones. The Ianto figure is pretty much impossible to find, let alone in the case, and I actually cried.

Other than that, not a lot happened.

Doctor Who was fucking amazing, though. I won't give spoilers since I know my partner reads this and we're watching it together tomorrow but it was amazing and the Moffat references were spectacular and dear God the new titles and TARDIS and Clara and the gay Silurian woman and yes perfect.

So Merry Christmas all, I hope you had fun, you enjoyed yourself and nothing terrible happened.


The title of this post is from the Cabin Pressure Christmas special, if you're interested. The guy who wrote it, John Finnemore, plays an adorable character that sings this because he doesn't believe the other lyrics are real. He's sweet, really.

A Good Day

Here's a list of why today is a good day.

-- Doctor Who restarts today! (7.20pm BBC 1 'Asylum of the Daleks' if you're interested)
-- It's Brighton Pride weekend - which I sadly can't attend but Gaydar Radio is keeping me informed.
-- My partner finishes work in one hour and we're going to finish writing our fanfiction piece, hopefully, or just talk. Either way, we get time together and that's brilliant.
-- Today is the day the Hogwarts Express leaves Platform 9 3/4, taking it's students to the place I always dreamed of attending.
-- I have about 28 packets of Haribo from the Air Show yesterday to get through.
-- I plan to spend my day designing a Steampunk costume for my character, Quill, for a script me and Jared are going to be writing.
-- And perfecting my own Steampunk outfit for the NCS dinner later this year, which Jared will also attend in Steampunk fashion.
-- I start Sixth Form in four days, and I'm studying both English subjects, Media and Critical Thinking. It's all very good.

For some reason, I just feel really good today. The Air Show is still fresh in my mind, god it was so fantastic, and dad said we might go next year, which would be great.

One of my mates bought me this bracelet at the Air Show. I can't attend Pride, but I can support it.

                                                       So, happy Pride to you all!

Sympathy for the Dalek - An extended metaphor.

Doctor Who, Series One, Episode Six, Dalek. 2005.

I stumbled across this episode today, and suddenly it struck me. This Dalek is different. He begins to feel something other than the 'seek and destroy' mindset that all genetically engineered Dalek's are given. From the very moment Rose Tyler stupidly puts her hand to it's metal casing, it begins to doubt it's given role.

This Dalek is, in it's own alien way, Trans*. This entire episode is just amazing and I can't sing it's praises enough, it's full of so many emotions and Eccleston holds his own so very well, but the main part that stands out is the confusion the Dalek feels. This is a being that isn't designed to have emotions and suddenly had them thrown at it. All it wants is freedom.

My heart goes out to this Dalek, who can't understand what it's suddenly feeling and why it hasn't killed Rose. It chants 'what am I?' and questions itself. This poor Dalek is experiencing what so many people do. It wonders what will become of it now that it has this new outlook. It's heartbreaking when it admits to Rose that it's scared, and that it can die because it's met a human who wasn't afraid. I have many emotions for this Dalek.

Sadly, it chooses the easy way out, which is understandable given that this is still a Dalek, one of the supreme race, who believes all of it's other race to be dead.

At the end, when it opens up to feel the sunlight, that is like Transitioning (a term I generally dislike because it implies moving from one gender to another, which isn't always the case) but all it wants is to try to work out what is going on in it's befuddled mind.

'You've obsorbed her DNA. You're mutating.'
'Into what?'
'Something new.'