International Womens Day 2019

I always feel a little out of sorts when it comes to International Womens Day. I mean I am female-bodied, but I don’t identify as female. So where does that leave me in the grand scheme of things? There are Trans Exclusionary Radical Feminists who would say that today has nothing to do with me.Continue reading “International Womens Day 2019”

Sailing Somewhere – on a cruise ship with Suanne Braun

It’s always, and I do mean always, a treat to see Suanne Braun perform. Especially when you find yourself in an intimate theatre setting where you’re sat (unintentionally) in the front row, or on this occasion at one of the front tables by the maître d’.

I’m tired

I’m tired. Perhaps that’s the hardest thing to explain. Because when I say I’m tired, I don’t mean that I’m just ‘tired’, I mean that I’m tired to my very soul.   I’m tired of being a chronic pain patient. I’m tired of being in pain all the time, I’m tired of having to explainContinue reading “I’m tired”

The Cherry Orchard – Two hours of your life you won’t want back.

An intimate theatre setting is always going to be my favourite. Small audiences, close to the stage, no matter where’re you’re sitting, and that feeling of the fourth wall being so close that you literally are the fly on the wall (and for this drama student a throwback to the days of drama studios andContinue reading “The Cherry Orchard – Two hours of your life you won’t want back.”

#Apologia – a true West End Gem

Occasionally you get an opportunity in life so rare that you have to grasp it by the neck and relish it with everything you’ve got. Yesterday was one such day. My sister and I travelled to London for various reasons and decided to stop by the TKTS booth on the off chance we could getContinue reading “#Apologia – a true West End Gem”

Consent in a non-consent world

At 35, I’m pretty much settled on the basics of what I do and do not like in life. I love hot chocolate made with coconut milk on cold winter days (especially when laced with marshmallows), long hot baths that ease my fibromyalgia, curling up with my sister for a Netflix binge of one ofContinue reading “Consent in a non-consent world”

Who’s the F***ing Snowflake?

A rundown of the past week: I posted about my past and lost a friend of 17 years who thought it was more important for me to do something they wanted me to do than that I finally felt able to say ‘This is me, this is why I have PTSD.’ Only a few monthsContinue reading “Who’s the F***ing Snowflake?”

When you’ve met one person with…

My dear and loyal readers, you know the drill by now, I’m an Aspie, I have various medical conditions and various disabilities, and I’m Queer as that rainbow that’s coming after the thunderstorm that’s currently raging outside your window. Here’s the thing though. Having a list of labels a mile long means I can quiteContinue reading “When you’ve met one person with…”