I have a particular relationship with makeup. I am absolutely fascinated by it, I used to nick my cousins make-up when I was a kid, probably because I wasn’t allowed any when I was that young. (She’s a year older than me). Maybe just because I was an annoying kid. I had one of those … Read More
Some days I am better than others. Dad is gone and everything I didn’t manage to do and tell him about some days hits hard. Some days it puts me into his back patio one summer’s day talking about his grief for his Dad. I had longer with him than he had with his Dad. … Read More
I listen to a lot of True Crime podcasts. I read a lot of True Crime too. I’m aware of patterns of behaviour of criminals, and to be fair the interesting ones are very similar to the boring ones they just tend to be smarter, more personable or luck into a blind spot in the … Read More
No Remote Pride prompt today, it feels weird. I’m missing my Dad. The Princess, Mum and I discussed gravestones today and looked at what we wanted written on Dad’s. There’s some other memorials we talked about too. Mum cried, I didn’t, quite. The Princess is less bothered by grave markers than she is by other … Read More
This one was an easy prompt, I knew exactly the photo. It’s from Lancaster’s first Pride. There’s me and a number of nerdy queers wearing t-shirts that I had made with queer versions of the LURPS dragon on them. The sign I’m wielding is in support of the Georgian LGBT organisation that was at the … Read More