(Content Warning – talking about suicide, attempts, ideation the whole shebang, poor mental health and all that jazz) I think it was talking to Cornish Bloke soon after my Dad had passed, or possibly Tarot Pupil or The Fae Ref as we lost parents or parental figures that year within weeks of each other. In … Read More
(Content Warning: Discusses Dementia) “Before the Roman came to Rye or out to Severn strode,The rolling English drunkard made the rolling English road.” This week I recited poetry with an old guy that I work with. He’s been sharp as anything ever since. This is the old guy who occaisionally thinks I’m his daughter. Which, … Read More
(Content Warning: This is one hell of a waffly self-indulgent ramble) Someone pointed out that the way I used the word ‘intimacy’ the other day was not really reflective of what I actually think intimacy is. An entirely accurate point but trapped as I am expressing myself within the structure of a shared language I … Read More
I found this difficult to answer last year, I kept thinking about all the very easy to interact with things like Drag Race or stickers or the flags up around my house. Not really ‘culture’ per se, just nicely packaged rainbow QUEER ready for the capitalist system. But last year I was grieving, a friend, … Read More
When I was eighteen I went to University and spent a great deal of time curled up in Cornish Bloke’s room reading the comic books he got each week. All of my friends who did this (Cuddles and Man of Taste in particular) really liked two comics that I hated, one was Preacher and one … Read More
This winter I have felt particularly aggrieved every time I’ve got a cold. I’m behaving like I’ve got man-flu or something! The aches and fatigues just feel as if they’re the straw before the camel’s back breaks. See – I can’t stop being melodramatic about them! The Girl With the Golden Hair and I were … Read More
