Making an exhibition of myself
Posted: Mon May 23, 2011 6:33 pm
I have just booked myself a ticket to an exhibition at the Victoria and Albert Museum in London. On the 7th June. Paula is going to go the the "Cult of beauty" exhibition. (see http://www.vam.ac.uk/content/exhibition ... of-beauty/ ) this will be a first in quite a few ways.
It means traveling on public transport, only taking what is needed, not having a bolt hole (the car or van) or a change of clothing readily available. It also means being Paula for about 8 hours in public, independent of any support infrastructure. I will be obliged to spend the whole day as Paula in public view, eating, travelling viewing the exhibition, maybe doing some shopping afterwards, and only being able to return to being "him" when I reach the relative safety of my car after the return rail journey.
I am looking forward to the outing, with eager anticipation, and dread, in roughly equal measures. In many ways it is the time on the trains that I am most worried about, and the time in town that I am most looking forward too. I need to decide just how I am going to make the journey, where I shall travel from, I don't want to find myself in the same railway carriage as a neighbour dressed. This means I need to find a route where I can have somewhere safe to leave the car, and still have an easy journey that's not on my usual line.
It also means I will be having at least one meal in London probably on my own, if any one wants to save me from the fate of eating on my own then feel free to come to my rescue. I would love to meet any of you for lunch or tea at the museum or a near by spot, South Kensington is close, Sloane Square, Knightsbridge and Victoria near by.
I am nervous of this outing, but somehow I feel that it is a threshold I need to cross, so much of our lifestyle means confronting barriers, bring them down, cutting them to size, understand our fear, what the real risks are and then taking them on.
Anyway enough of this self indulgent clap....if you fancy meeting up with me for lunch or tea post or PM.
I will post more on this, as I get more nervous, try to decide what to wear, panic just before going, and then I'll you tell the story of how easy and well the day went.
It means traveling on public transport, only taking what is needed, not having a bolt hole (the car or van) or a change of clothing readily available. It also means being Paula for about 8 hours in public, independent of any support infrastructure. I will be obliged to spend the whole day as Paula in public view, eating, travelling viewing the exhibition, maybe doing some shopping afterwards, and only being able to return to being "him" when I reach the relative safety of my car after the return rail journey.
I am looking forward to the outing, with eager anticipation, and dread, in roughly equal measures. In many ways it is the time on the trains that I am most worried about, and the time in town that I am most looking forward too. I need to decide just how I am going to make the journey, where I shall travel from, I don't want to find myself in the same railway carriage as a neighbour dressed. This means I need to find a route where I can have somewhere safe to leave the car, and still have an easy journey that's not on my usual line.
It also means I will be having at least one meal in London probably on my own, if any one wants to save me from the fate of eating on my own then feel free to come to my rescue. I would love to meet any of you for lunch or tea at the museum or a near by spot, South Kensington is close, Sloane Square, Knightsbridge and Victoria near by.
I am nervous of this outing, but somehow I feel that it is a threshold I need to cross, so much of our lifestyle means confronting barriers, bring them down, cutting them to size, understand our fear, what the real risks are and then taking them on.
Anyway enough of this self indulgent clap....if you fancy meeting up with me for lunch or tea post or PM.
I will post more on this, as I get more nervous, try to decide what to wear, panic just before going, and then I'll you tell the story of how easy and well the day went.