I went out to Camden in North London with a female friend earlier this month and we enjoyed a barge trip on the Regent's Canal before strolling round the fabulous markets.
It felt so normal and unremarkable to me that it shows how far I have come in less than three years since first stepping out dressed as a woman.
So what's weird in the picture below? The giant bronze horsehead? the Indian chieftain's headdress? the steel and glass canopy added to a Victorian warehouse? It's hardly the woman in jeans that's odd, is it?
It's so nice to be able to get on with normal stuff without having to feel self-conscious any more.