My hands

Went to my first life drawing class yesterday. When to my first drawing class probably ever. The experience was weird. No, not the naked beautiful woman in all her glory. Nor the weird way pencils are held. Nor was it the collection of "artist" sitting on couches and mish mash chairs devouring her with their pencils, charcoal and stylus.

The teacher was weird - in the human way
I was weird - uncomfortably drawing attention in my orange African costume

I will be going back - mind & bank account willing.

I will sit in the furtherest corner away from the teacher and helpful comments. I will try to be the hardest thing - Me

p.s.
I joined a dating site & paid for it too.
I think I may have messaged a tranny. Oh London where all the weirdness comes to roost