[chrissie]

I am in Conwy; a tiny little town, but packed with goodies, for the tourists: the finest surviving town wall/castle complex, in Europe, the finest Elizabethan town house in Britain, the smallest house in Britain, the remains of a house of the greatest welsh prince, of the post Norman era, one of the earliest iron suspension bridges and ditto box girder bridges and an English, medieval merchants house, open to the public and it is a lovely little town, to boot. Also a little gem, for a girl, on the shop! I am here, running the only seafood restaurant, in a fishing port and am determined that it will be recognised as the best restaurant, in town. I make no bones, of my transsexuality; my retaurant is Chrissie's Kitchen and I am almost universaly called Chrissie. Everyone is welcome and some of my trans friends call in and I love to welcome them. I cannot have my ambitions and hide my light under a bushel, so I am totaly open, with staff and, they, in turn, respond well, with my T friends. On the 20th Sept, I am having a T girl, fundraising night.
The internet has been a boon to us T girls. For many tears [ what a Freudian slip; I meant years!], I was put off by [deliberate] misinformation, from Charring Cross. The releif, when, by surfing the net, I discovered the truth, was so liberating. Until recently, I never dressed as me, as I was trying to suppress my transsexuality. Now there is no going back and I have found a level of contentement, I truly, did not beleive was possible. Life is just so good.