I call them my tits because that’s what they are. I hate them. I hate my tits. I’m scared of what will happen without them. After getting used to them for so long, flattened, pressed hard, tight around my ribs, black elastic wrapping my torso. That’s what my chest...
A.W.O.L Yes, I know, it’s been a year - over a year, since I wrote here, since I said that I’d “keep fucking blogging.” I’m looking back on my 2012 reflection. And to be honest with you, nothing has really changed. In 2013, I saw Dr Seal at GenderCare. Then I saw Dr...
What a fucking year. I think, and I bloody hope, I will never live another year as difficult as 2012. For a start, I really started to believe the world was going to end last week and all I could do was weep and ask myself why it had to end this way, with everything...