(Title taken from Sasha Velours chorus for the remix of Category Is from season 9 of Drag Race) I’ve been thinking a lot about gender and sexuality at the minute. Maybe it has something to do with the book I bought recently – though that came after the initial spark – maybe it’s because of… Continue reading Wear a crown, fuck with gender! Bend the rules, don’t surrender!
This last few months have been nothing short of amazing. Nothing particularly spectacular has happened really, not in comparison to other people’s lives. There’s been no big announcements, no exciting adventures, no dramatic occurrences. All that’s happened is I’ve become me again and I cannot tell you how good it feels. I’ve always been the… Continue reading Hold Onto That Feeling!
I haven’t posted in a while and I apologise for that, I’ve been a bit of a busy bee. 🐝 Two weeks ago I learnt why I shouldn’t mess with my meds and why shrugging and saying it’ll be okay doesn’t always work. My birthday week/weekend happened just after all the shit went down in… Continue reading The Week I Learnt not to mess with my meds.
Part of my OCD means it can be hard for me to throw things away. To get rid of things. Don’t worry, my house isn’t an episode of hoarders waiting to happen. I’m not quite there yet and I doubt I ever will be, my boyfriend tends to help me ensure I don’t hang onto… Continue reading The Great Purge!
Firstly I want to say my thoughts and well wishes are with all those who’ve been affected by the attack. Not only the injured and the dead but the families, friends, relatives and all the people deeply shook by this. The people who were at the M.E.N arena one night, two nights before. Who can’t… Continue reading What happens in my brain when things like this happen.
… And first of all how proud I am that I didn’t freak out. … well… not much anyway. That might have a lot to do with the fact that the doctor upped my dose, (did I write about that here? Well anyway I’m now on 40g Fluoxetine instead of 20g) In fact it probably has… Continue reading Let’s talk about London…
I’ve known since I was very young that the mind can make you believe things about your body that just aren’t true. For a while people called me a hypochondriac. It’s a word I always hated, the actual meaning when written down seems simple enough and somewhat true. When people call you that word though… Continue reading Sometimes My Brain Is Like A Maze of What Ifs And Every What If Leads To Another Maze.