Oh yes. This. (Content Warning – Frank discussion of problems with my parents, mention of mental health problems) The thing is I’m 41 and I still find people with entirely open and honest relationships with their parents to be something of an oddity. If there is one thing that growing up in the eighties and … Read More
I’m incredibly lucky in many ways. I’ve never been assaulted for being bi. I’ve been more directly discriminated against for being a Wiccan than for being bi. I’ve had more physical violence directed at me for being a woman and for my job than for being bi. What would I say to my younger self? … Read More
I am thirty seven. I have no children. I am not displeased by this but I am surprised. I had assumed that I would end up with children no matter what I tried to do with my life. The notion that what I do, what I aim for and what I attempt actually affects my … Read More
My parents are coming to stay for the Winter Solstice. It’s the first time I’ve shared a Pagan celebration with them and the first time they and the core polycule will be in the same place. It’s not the most stress-free of Yuletides. So, why do this to myself? Well, my parents aren’t immortal and … Read More
My Mother thinks I’m incredibly sad, in the opposite of cool sense of that word. She called today and I told her I was having Eurovision drinks. I could hear her and her inner musician roll her eyes over the phone. My Mum likes my friends with ‘Edge’, to say she likes my Depressed, Suicidal … Read More
