So at dance class there was an incident last week -- normally someone turns round, partner drags the hand across the back and catches the other hand. I got turned the other way around and a hand dragged across the front. In what is referred to as "the slap zone". I spoke to one of the women leaders, who dragged in the man leader, who kept trying to ( Read more... )

"Oh god, you're not going to start talking about God again, are you?" said my sister without irony, one evening in 2004. I was eighteen and filled with new-believer zeal (read, arrogant upon arrogance) - she was, I think, fourteen, and perhaps more fragile than I realised ( Read more... )