SaturdayI achieved my first non-stop 20 minute run. Possibly in my entire life. Also worked on hanging leg raises, which are definitely a thing I can do but a thing that my body hates me for doing, especially my stomach, which is good because it means that bit may even be induced to sprout a muscle ( Read more... )

please read. important thing.

attempting to ensure trans dudes in the uk are slightly less fucked over by economic impact of brexit than before, also vaguely important.

third thing: my dressings are off (barring nipples). check out the total absence of tits ( Read more... )

Summaries ( Read more... )

poetry

the penitent wife
ghosts of those not yet born

sick, eywell, definitely ill. but in the grand scheme of things my mental health matters more to me than my physical health, so i cannot stay in bed or indoors. went out today and totally failed to look for george's t-shirt (i have the rest of this week); successfully got more of the gf's ( Read more... )

Yesterday after I clambered out of the therapy hole ("Normally when someone dies you grieve them." / "Well throwing all your feelings in a bin makes that impossible." / "What have you thrown away that you wanted to keep?" / "Joy, friendliness, the ability to experience emotions without feeling like I'm Trying To Have That Feeling Because I'm ( Read more... )

Today was lovely (outdoors). I made myself an excellent lunch (rice & shredded beef with steamed veg), the man who shortened my belt for me commented on how "healthy and strong" I looked ("you look really well now!"), I saw a girl on her bike who looked like the embodiment of a Swedish commercial for healthy living (laughing, blonde hair streaming ( Read more... )

Possibly-dead friend update: definitely Not Dead. No idea what's going on still but they have emailed me to inform me of their not being dead ( Read more... )

What I planned on doing today ( Read more... )

On the way home today the bus driver screeched away so suddenly that an elderly woman fell over, smashing into me and then into the floor, and breaking her jar of gherkins as she went. About six people got up to give her somewhere to sit, someone stopped the bus, Jess and I helped her up, someone else collected up her shopping and then the bus ( Read more... )

THE HASSLE IN GETTING TO THIS GODDAMN GIG ( Read more... )