The LGB without the T

It’s fair to say, I’m no fan of London. I’m not in to big noisy cities at all. I hate places that are crowded and where manners are considered a rumour of an ancient past. Conflict, even the threat of it, see’s me frozen in fear. It would take something really special, nay extraordinary, to see me making that trip down south anytime soon. To be brave enough to feel the fear and do it anyway. And, so it was.

On the 21st October 2021 such a miracle occurred. I did indeed wake up in London, having stayed overnight in Wood Green. I had woken, readied myself and then taken the tube to arrive in the political heart of our country at Westminster. There was an inevitable threat of conflict, as another section of our society didn’t want the likes of me congregating with others similar to me, and wished to make their objections perfectly clear. The utter madness and insanity of the preceding 4 years I’d witnessed meant that I no longer cared about my dislikes of big cities or my fears of conflict; I had to be right there in central London, on this day, regardless.

One of the two Trans Weepers outside the security cordon set around the LGB Alliance Conference area.

With a quick stop at the statue of Millicent Garrett Fawcett for a selfie en route, where I was reminded that “Courage calls to Courage Everywhere”, I arrived at the Queen Elizabeth II Conference Centre to represent the B of the LGB Alliances inaugural conference. The big scary counter demonstration at 8am consisted of one trans-identified-male lurking behind a tree, and two men dressed head to toe in black with a black mourning veil covering their faces, who believed themselves to represent the mourning of us gathering solely as the LGB, with no attached T. It was both disappointing and terribly dramatic all at once.

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Marion Millar Rally – July 2021

I travelled up to Glasgow with 2 other sisters from West Yorkshire. We had arranged a hotel where several of us could stay together for the whole shopping trip!

We had an enjoyable, and noisy evening  but made sure that we were all tucked up nice and early for the big day ahead.

The hotel was a blur of green, white and purple, hateful haberdashery flowing through the corridors!

We finally managed to arrange our giddy selves and set off for Glasgow Green.

By the time we arrived, things were almost ready for the off. The very capable sisters of ForWomenScot had set up stall and transformed the Arch at the entry to this lovely park.. Women were everywhere, beaming, shining, some sweating it must be said because it was VERY hot!

The Green was indeed a sea of flags, placards and banners; and recognisable faces peeking through them.

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