I am what I am and what I am needs no excuses.Įx-MP 13569 sits in UP Atchison Yard wearing Midwest Locomotive reporting marks in preparation for its move to Kansas City. I even now reach for the make up sometimes (if I remember) to draw on those evasive eyebrows because it makes me feel better. Since schools went back after the first Lockdown, I have worn a dress every day I have taught (practical jersey and some even have pockets!), much to my mother's delight. I have found my tribe amongst the textile junkies, the Outlander Obsessives and the book nerds and have more solid female friends now than I have ever had.
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When the only reality TV or celebrity show you watch is Strictly and the only soap you're interested in is the one that gets you clean, you can find yourself struggling AGAIN.īut you know what? I like who I am. In the world of work, I started out fine, in a science and engineering environment where there were more men than women (so much more comfortable for me) but once I moved into primary teaching I again would find myself on the outskirtds of the staff room chitchat. Boy George opened the world up for boys who wanted to look pretty and make a statement with their appearance, but there wasn't really anyone for me to idenitfy with. I have been reading a lot about gender recently and I wonder, in this more aware world, if I would have felt less like a square peg in a round hole when I was an adolescent if there had been more of an understanding of gender fluidity. Forever clumsy and given to Asperger-like obsessions, I carried on to the beat of my own drum. Certainly not viewed as femnine traits, so more confusion from those who expected me to conform.
In Secondary School I was the brainbox, who suddenly realised I was intelligent and took great delight with my friend Jane in beating the boys in Science and Maths. I only wanted to wear trousers (far more practical), to the heartbreak of my mother, who desperately wanted to put me in pretty dresses and I just wanted to be left alone with my books and my imaginary animals. I wasn’t Anne from my beloved Famous Five books - all tears and fears and squeamish girliness, but I was no tree-climibing, adventurous George either. A girl who looked and dressed like a boy a lot of the time, I didn't take part in the tomboyish activities that formed the acceptable alternative to the traditional feminine presentation. Throughout my life I have been out of step with the larger group of people surrounding me. *Old Man Barricade was created by LegoCreationist based on an OC by Jeremy Green!! flic.kr/p/yKardbīuilt for the League of Heroes Flickr Group flic.kr/g/kL22S And Cataclysmos is coming, whether you're ready or not.Ĭheck out the DAWN OF THE AGE OF CATACLYSMOS challenge HERE flic.kr/p/29D3eun And the rest of you so called 'heroes' are either dead, captured or turned to the dark side.ī: Well suck it up brainbox, you're the science nerd. N: Then why didn't one of us travel back?ī: (chuckles) You were in no state to do it. A bunch of you super-do-gooders set it up to fight Cataclymos. And besides, I was one of the few left.ī: The Resistance. (smirks) But who says I'm one of the good guy? Maybe I just don't like the way things have turned out. I haven't even heard the name Barricade in a long while, they call me Battle Line now. And why you? You're one of the bad guys!ī: We can all change our ways Kelvin. N: But.?! How is this even possible? It makes no sense. I believe one of the crystals is being displayed unknowingly at the Museum of Culture exhibition. If he gets them all he'll have the power to combine the universes parallel to ours and create some sort of 'combi-verse'. He's trying to gain control over all timelines and realities using the 'parallelity crystals'. I come from an alternate future of a parallel timeline that is ruled by an evil and powerful being named Cataclymos. He is stunned to discover that Barricade not only knows his real name but is much older than he should be.ī: I need your help Kelvin. Following an explosion at the Musuem of Culture (MoC) the superhero NightKnite has confronted the villain Barricade* on the museum's roof.