A – Animal Rescue

Hello and welcome to the first day of this. If you didn’t read my original post about the challenge, rather then choosing a specific theme , or go on and on about how I’m trans, ect. I got people to throw out ideas. DO NOT GET PEOPLE TO THROW OUT IDEAS. As we go on throughout the month, you will see why.
So A is about animal rescue.
So what is my views on animal rescue? Anyone who rescues animals instead of buying them from puppy farms or other places like that, are the real MVPs. There are far too many animals that are in shelters and getting put down needlessly.

My mum has a crow called Russel that was rescued. He has a happy life, and would have died in the wild because of his deformed foot. My mum also has horses that are rescued or from homes and wouldn’t find a place elsewhere because they have physical or mental problems. I’ve been brought up to have the animals that often wouldn’t find homes, because they are often with the best characters. One of our horses that passed away not that long ago was bat shit crazy and had been abused previously, but was such a giant Teddy bear.
As well as common animals, we need to start protecting the rarer and Wilder animals on our planet. You should visit zoos (good zoos that do both rescue and conservation programs) and safari parks if you get the chance to, if you don’t you may not be able to see the animals that are close to extinction.

If you get a chance you should go to your local shelter and see how you can support the animals around you.
Thank you for reading this post, please feel free to comment about your experiences of animal rescue and how you think we should be helping our planet.
The next post is B. You should check out the A-Z challenge, the website address is on the image below.

Lions and Tigers and Bears

Last Thursday my best friend Daisy drove her girlfriend, Kai and I to Port Lympne reserve park. It took us a few hours to get there, but it was amazing to get out of Brighton for the day.
There were no actual bears, except this hairy thing

The first thing I would like to say is that, as a grown adult I love going to see animals. I also highly enjoy going to zoo’s when its not the school holidays. If you don’t have kids, I recommend you do it then because its so peaceful. You occasionally have to deal with a crying baby from time to time, but it’s worth it. Secondly, the place is 600 acres. Yes you heard me right 600, and no you cannot walk it all.
The cost is £20 and it includes a 2 hour truck drive round the park. They have set times when the trucks go round, so I suggest you arrive there early. The last time to enter the park in is half 2.

The first thing we did was look around and investigated the walking areas. The area is so big that we managed to walk round about a quarter of the area. You don’t realise how big the place is until your legs are aching and you feel like you might die. So yes, this is also an amazing.
We also got to see so many different types of animals. I think Kai will be also doing a post on this place, and he has so many photos, so please read that when it goes up. The animals looked so happy (apart from when it was feeding time and you then remember how dangerous some of these animals are) and they all had so much space to run around.
The plus side is also when visiting places like this, you do get to see animals that are probably going to be extinct soon. The thought is depressing as hell that in a few generations people would never see Rhinos or Lions unless its in a video or a text book. Please if you can, get out there and visit places that have these animals, before its too late.

Our slot for the truck ride was at 2:30pm and it was really good. It took us around the rest of the park that we couldn’t see. Its also a really fun ride. Also, Giraffes are really fucking friendly. When you drive past, you are probably going to have one pop their head into the truck. They had a baby giraffe and it was so cute.
Towards the end, we heard some scraping and the truck had to make an emergency stop. A tire had come of the actual truck and we were driving on its rim. The driver was both professional and a total gentleman. Even when a really rude couple (and their elder son I believe) were really rude to him. We were told to wait 20 mins / half hour for the truck to get fixed or you could start walking up the hill. We had already walked the same hill already and decided to stay with the truck. The couple then got arsey, complaining that the driver wasn’t doing his job and that they could handle it better. They then got really stroppy when they saw that a pregnant lady and her small child were given a lift up the hill and complained that they had to walk.
We apologised to the driver on their behalf and explained that they had already been giving everyone dirty looks before the ride had even started, and that personally they were looking for something to complain about. This was proven when we got back to base and we saw the woman of the couple complaining. We then told the staff what actually went on, and that she was clearly lying through her teeth. She even had claimed that the driver said the truck would take 40 mins to fix, which was total bullshit. The staff were so grateful that we came to them, we honestly were so shocked with what she was saying.

Honestly, if you have a free day, I highly recommended that you go visit, its so good. I would like to go again soon so I can see the dinosaur exhibit they are building at the moment. Not only are the animals so cute, but the views are amazing.
If you want to see more photos of the day, find me on instagram. My username is @tylercharlesausten

Tits And The City

Friday (19th February) was the day for my VERY FIRST Charing Cross appointment in London. I had spoken previously about my transition, my journey, and how it fucked up at the last hurdle because I was thrown between two different funding bodies and neither wanted to pay up. I had gone through 2 years with one system, only to wait another 18 months so start another path way. And here it is. The big day.
First things first, have you ever tried to get a fucking train on a Friday, during half term holiday. I tend to avoid anything close to a commute during this time, but it was unavoidable.
No seating.
No fucking seating.
Downside of no seating. My joints lock up and I am stiff as hell until we can finally get a seat in priority seating, you know the place where people who are unable to stand, are allowed to sit. A family, is NOT priority. A group of loud teens on their way to party is NOT priority, unless of course you are entitled to sit there and in which case I’m sorry. I know what that’s like for people to assume you don’t need assistance because you look too young to have arthritis.
Plus side of no seating. Adorable child was fascinated with my hair, they started complimenting it in French and tried to grab me. Their parent was apologetic and said that they really loved my hair. I don’t know what it is, but kids have been all over me lately since I moved to sea blue hair.

Eventually we managed to get seating, which was a huge relief to my body. We were sat near a what could be described as the mist stuck up middle class family ever. I wouldn’t even call them out but when a homeless person came on the train and was trying to get money, they talked about her like shit. Like she was just an object with no feelings or emotions. It made me feel sick.
Other delightful family conversations included a joke about trans people. That there was a difference between male and female hair (it was the length apparently) and questioning why there would be airplanes at Gatwick Airport. Yes people, why would there be airplanes at an airport?! Gatwick is also in Southampton also.

Eventually we managed to get off the train and navigate ourselves round the underground, and on or way to a tube that took us to Barons Court. It was a closer stop to the hospital then the stop at Hammersmith. Also for travellers out there. Charing Cross tube station is no where near Charing Cross hospital. I haven’t made this mistake luckily, but I’m just alerting others.
We managed to get there early (for the safety of trans people I will never give the location of the gender clinic) and decided to grab lunch. During this time I made friends with a pigeon which I named Dave. I think it speaks volumes on a persons sanity that whilst they are chowing down on a sandwich they give a random bird a back story. As promised Dave here is your mention, you can run and tell your friends how famous you are.

We got back to the clinic and I was seen pretty quickly. I think I have a man crush on Dr. Lorimer. I had planned my blog post to be about how awful it was, and how badly I was treated as a queer trans person. But it was the fucking opposite.
He was one of the politest, kindest, hilarious doctors I have ever come across. From the moment I had stepped into his office my case had already been dealt with and everything I needed to discuss with him was just a formality. Questions were asked, and laughs were had.
So with a full heart I’m happy to announce, I’m officially signed off for top surgery. Surgeons are being contacted as you read this, and the first one to contact me out of my 3 choices is going to be the person who takes my tits off. I have been blessed that because of how I had been treated previously, and a plus side of me being in pain all the time now, is that its an urgent requirement that they are removed.

Because we had time spare, we decided to go to the British museum. It was interesting to be there.
Before anyone asks, no I didn’t donate money to go see it. Whilst they are beautiful artifacts that should be viewed, I still believe you shouldn’t give money to crime. Yes I said it. Britain fucking stole most of it, its even labeled on some of the artifacts. A part of me believes that if they gave Greece all their historical artifacts back they might not be in debt.

Eventually we headed home after a long day. Honestly it went so much better then I expected it to be. Things are finally starting to look up for me and eventually the two huge burdens that are in my life, will be gone soon. Till then, I have all the waiting to do, and I will be keeping everyone updated.

Ten things I’m thankful for – 4

This fortnight I’m up at my mums and my blogging will be possibly sporadic and infrequent. However I’m going to try and fit in the 10 things I’m thankful for this week. Remember, the best way to move forward, is to appreciate what has already happened. So without any more hesitation, I shall start

1) Music.  Its an amazing way to escape from a shitty situation without going too far. There are millions of styles and artists out there and they all tell different stories.

2) Facebook groups. Without some of these groups I wouldn’t have seen a lot of content I adore , as well as finding some new viewers to my blog. Hello new followers.

3) P0j0. I think this is the second time you have made it into my top ten, but I couldn’t not put you in it after the whole roast dinner / roasting fiasco. Thank you for making me properly laugh for the first time in a few weeks. For the record , roast dinners are bae.

4) Alfredo. Thank you for proving that roasted foods are utterly amazing, by sending pictures of food porn. Also your majestic beard makes me happy every time I see it dude.

5) Mumma. Aka – The birthing Ship. You pushed out three kids and all of them are fucking insane. Statistically that is some pretty good odds, but you haven’t had it easy with us all. Thank you for being there for us, and the animals we have acuminated over the years.

6) Kai and Steph. Yet again they have been amazing rocks in my life. I know that things are shitty for both of them right now, but I love them both so dearly.

7) My phone. Again, this helps me communicate with the outside world so much easier. And I can do my blog posts with ease.

8) Comedy shows. I have needed a laugh recently and they have helped some what. Thank you comedy writers for not making me feel sad.

9) Friends. Again, thank you to everyone that has been so supportive recently. I know I’m not the greatest person to put up with at times, and I can be frustrating, and I’m sorry for that. 

10) Animals. They are probably the best things to be around when you are sad. Be it, feathery, furry or scaly. I love them.

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