The Challenge Ahead…
The next week (or so) has been bequeathed from hell to challenge me.
Liebster Award 2018!
The Liebster Award is designed to encourage connections between bloggers. So let’s get connecting!
Why I Don’t Wear The Red Poppy
A century later, arms companies hold remembrance day events, paying with money steeped in the very red the poppies on their lapels bade them never spill again.
Aspects of Ace? – Asexual Awareness Week
I didn’t want to be asexual. I didn’t realise that I didn’t have to relinquish my beloved bisexual identity in order to make some space for this little bit of ace.
I was born to work in an office
I accept that this isn’t the kind of grandiose statement the great poets of our time will write songs about. But it is a huge, empowering revelation for me.
Owning my fatness…fabulously
I’m fat. This isn’t a statement that is up for debate. I am beautiful. I am also fat.
A queerly autistic rumination on the confusing world of public grief
People were swelling with an outpouring of almost regimented grief that I felt cast to the side of; watching with a furrowed brow, scrunching up my face as I tried desperately to march in time, going red and tearful with frustration as I failed to keep step.