One of the Girls - Christmas market

Yesterday started early with a coach trip to Bath’s Christmas market — I was the only man among a bus full of chattering women.

Bottles of Prosecco were opened almost immediately, laughter filled the aisles, and before we’d even arrived, the day already felt light-hearted and full of energy.

Bath itself is a beautiful city. The honey-coloured stone, the Georgian buildings, the history in every street — Roman baths and heritage and Christmas lights above your head. It’s a place that feels timeless and festive all at once. The market and shopping was packed with people on day trips, mostly women — dressed up, done up, heels clicking on old pavements, tights, coats, short dresses, perfume and confidence all on display.

And I’ll admit… I was in my element people watching and admiring fashion and beauty including my wife in her boots, tights and dress.

There was something joyful about just observing it all: fashion, friends, laughter, and easy happiness spilling into the streets.

We wandered, shopped, ate, drank, and soaked in the atmosphere. I was there with my wife and two of her friends, and it felt less like I was tagging along and more like I was one of the girls. I wasn’t “the husband” or the odd one out — I was just… there. Part of it  — even though I was very much in “boy mode.”

My wife is a people watcher also and we both noticed shoes, designer tights, heels and the outfits. Some really nice legs on display modelling those tights and heels 👠 👠

I enjoyed the energy, in the little internal smiles and private appreciation of beauty and style.

No one would have guessed - That I like to escape the man they'd have seen and been there in boots, tights, nice dress and a warm coat.. we all had a good laugh and what difference would it have made if I was there as Davina.. in reality a big one of shock and omg he's a crossdresser but I'd have been no different in that fantasy scenario where it wouldn't matter how someone presented.

A week earlier, I’d been home alone, fully immersed in Davina — outfits laid out, posing, photographing, enjoying expressing that side of myself freely and visually.

This week, I was expressing the same part of myself purely through experience instead of appearance. Two very different moments, and yet somehow, they felt connected rather than separate.

I think I prefer the company of women to men..

Had it been men we'd have talked sport, sport and probably sport and one or two would have made letchy comments about the women around us which sets my stomach churning especially hearing it from married men.

It was just nice to be out with friends. Nice to laugh. Nice to belong. Nice to drift through a beautiful city at Christmas without having to explain anything to anyone.

Sometimes being yourself isn’t about what you wear. Sometimes it’s about how you feel where you are.

And yesterday, in Bath, I felt exactly where I was supposed to be. It was a fab day ♥️

Davina