Burnley

I'm writing this blog cos i need to rant. First of let me say that I don't HATE Burnley but it's not my favourite place right now. Tonight i got told to kill myself on the way to the shop. I have to admit it's original cos i've had stuff shouted at me for all my life cos of thing or another.

You could say that i'd probably get shit even when i'm in Manchester which yeah ok I could but i'm invisible. Or no one cares. I've been going out in Manchester since i was 18 and i've NEVER had any of the names shouted at me like i do in Burnley. Gay,tranny,dyke,lezza,spaz or just generally pointing and laughing at me cos i'm disabled. I don't ever play the victim cos i'm used to people looking and staring but i can honestly say i've never had any name calling in Manchester.

I love the friends i have in Burnley but i need to get out for my own sanity. I can't hack it anymore. I'm sick of feeling like a freak.

Anyway in other news, me and Rachael have found a flat but we're just waiting for them to get back to us about them accepting my housing benefit. I hope we get it. If we don't i'll be annoyed and be worried even more that my benefit will be stopping us.

I had my shot on Monday, it went well. I'm glad i'm Nebido but sometimes i wish i was on 3 weekly injections cos then i'd feel like something was happening more often. People say i look different but i can't see it.

I have decided that i'm going to fight even more for surgery. I've never realised how much i needed it till this hot weather. It takes me to get ready then i'm too fucking hot.