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Writer. Hopeful Butch. General creative bod. Blocking fascist-collaborating radfems with alacrity. 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️❤️🤎🤍💛🧡 He/him
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Getting to the point of returning the same energy when I am asked intrusive questions. "Yes, Patricia, I have quite a sizeable knob compared to what I was born with, all things considered. Have life events enhanced or depleted the size of your labia?"

As a writer, I'm aware of how easy it is to filter good ideas into jargon, which eventually bleaches them out, so I've always tried to keep my use of slogans in check. For example, Building Community is connecting with a friend. Asking 'Have you eaten today?' has kept me from despair more than once.

That uncomfortable feeling when you submit a piece of erotica to a magazine and take a chance on the one that is less flowery and more explicit and then don't hear anything back, so you can't help wondering if they're absolutely appalled and you dissolve in a puddle of internalised homophobic shame.

The Jesus Army had properties where members lived communally. I never lived in one, but nearly all their activities took place in these houses and I've only just realised that living in a big Victorian shared house at the moment is hitting #conversiontherapy trauma buttons for me.

Tomorrow is a year since the passing of a friend who played the music at my first wedding, and whose eldest child has just turned 10. He was a good, kind man, younger than me and my ex-husband, and I still think of him when I say, "Oh my giddy!" I'm glad you existed, Jon. I'm so sad you're gone.

As a Brit, saying I'm a republican in US spaces is a fraught business. I used to explain that it just meant I didn't support the queen, but given how US republicans feel about 🏳️‍🌈 folk, that's not always a workable distinction.

I'm acutely aware that as tough as my experience can be right now, I've survived this long because I've been insulated by the privilege of appearing to be a white hetero woman in the West. Sure, I'm visibly 🏳️‍⚧️ & on T now, but even parts of that are still privilege. /1

An important point to keep in mind.

I'm profoundly grateful to have a passport, but it's not lost on me that travelling with it might create some issues going forward as it has an F on it, and I have some anxiety around that. My thoughts are very much with my US trans friends who are grappling with the implications of all this. 🧡

Being scared is draining because it requires no effort at all to happen, but is inevitably physical, and I am scared so much at the moment. So I've deliberately made an effort to connect with friends and will continue, as it's eased my fear, and reminded me that we hold each other up in dark times.

Great read, this.

Conversion therapy abuses have never just targeted orientation. Many of the practices I endured had the explicit intent to target my abberant gender, to make me a 'proper woman', whether through prayer, faux 'counselling' or the most egregious sexual assault/exorcism. My T was always part of my L.

The LGB Alliance in the UK has a current campaign to make the UK government 'disaggregate' T from the LGB. They're also campaigning against a ban on conversion therapy. They have a yearly conference in a wildly expensive Westminster venue & they have the nerve to call pro-Trans LGB folk 'vichy gay'.

It's Valentine's Day, and I'm pondering what length of time will produce the most conspicuous relief from my Lady when I shave my beard.

One thing I'm not going to miss about working in media is having no choice about hearing bloviating, arrogant US politicians. I'm going to relish every opportunity I have going forward of deliberately pressing the off button while their gaping, stupid mouths are half open.

Making content on TikTok is a bit like working a second full-time job which you put a lot into creatively, but your boss deletes a fifth of your work & puts the rest in a cupboard, and you get paid in emoji string comments and DMs calling you a groomer and a paedo. Time for a sabbatical, I think.

The reason CBT is useless for cPTSD is that I know that I am physically safe right now, but my body doesn't. It doesn't matter how aware I am that I'm no longer in the places where I felt bodyweight pinning me down & the sound of speaking in tongues. My body still reacts as though I'm there.

Personally, while I greatly enjoy the brain stretch when Dan employs a more academic, source-heavy approach, there's nothing quite so cathartic as his righteous anger at the casual demonising of 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️ people.

JK Rowling famously launched herself into the 'trans' issue by complaining about inclusive language in the title of this article. /1 www.devex.com/news/sponsor...

I'm in the pub after a day of writing in the library and Faith by George Michael has just started and yet again I'm reminded how much I adore that man.

I've watched forgiveness repeatedly weaponised to suppress victims & leverage them into compliance. It can be healing to release pain through forgiveness, but it can also be healing to release pain through burning anger, too. lf you put forgiveness on a pedestal over justice, I don't trust you.

It's quite a thing to get to 48 and see yourself for the first time. Just in these past two weeks, I've become acutely aware that I've finally become the internal image I had, and of course, he doesn't look quite as he did in my imagination. But he is unmistakably me, and I like him.

In recent years, I've been treading water, working to survive. During my time as a careworker, I was urged a number of times by paramedics I worked with to consider retraining with them. While my current job in media is objectively the nicest, front line care was the most rewarding & I miss that.