I wrote last year that my favourite Queer Space was the middle of a Pride Parade. Tokyo was my first Pride Parade and I felt so utterly happy walking with the Dykenetwork and the women from the Chestnut and Squirrel and every single Pride march I have felt so happy. I’m not sure why I … Read More
Queer is such a reclaimed word it seems untrue. It’s absolutely the epitome of a reclaimed slur and it’s so godsdamned inclusive. The whole bloody Quiltbag can use it even the Aces and they tend to get left out of a lot of things (or so it seems to me, I could be wrong) Queer … Read More
“Share a coming out story” is the prompt today, it’s always going to be ‘a’ even if it’s mine because, as I stated last year all of us who are ‘straight passing’, so all of us vaguely femme bisexual women, are always sodding coming out. Yes I know butch lesbians and all the other flavours … Read More
Last year I had a good time reconnecting with me hella queer roots by taking part in #RemotePrideMonth – sure we’re opening up again but some of us are still doing weekly COVID tests and not hugging our families without some serious risk assessments. So I’m going to do it again. These are the prompts. … Read More
I love The Princess but her attitude to death I find weird. It really bugged me her not wanting to talk about the serious bits after Dad died and how she actively flinched from his box of ashes. I’ve been thinking a lot about death this week because it’s been a year since Dad died. … Read More
The love of field and coppice Of green and shaded lanes, Of ordered woods and gardens Is running in your veins. Strong love of grey-blue distance, Brown streams and soft, dim skies I know, but cannot share it, My love is otherwise. I love a sunburnt country, A land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, Of droughts and flooding rains. I love her far horizons, I … Read More
I can tell I missed my anxiety meds this morning, I am plagued by thoughts dancing around telling me what a disappointment I was to my Dad. I think that coming up to this first anniversary we are all going to find things hard. I wish I’d been well when he died, I wish I … Read More
