Eating Your Own Liver
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‘Eating you own liver’ – It’s an old phrase that I haven’t seen in use for some time. For me it sums up some of those feelings generated by social anxiety.
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Christmas on Beasley Street
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There’s no real message in this post, more a stream of consciousness. “Smile and the whole World smiles with you …”, thus sang Louis Armstrong and many others who covered the song. When you can’t, or don’t want to face the world, it’s not so easy to see who’s smiling. The Sunday before Christmas I […]
The Blessing of Friendship
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It really came home to me last night just how blessed I have been with some of the people in my life. In a packed restaurant I was sat opposite my former mistress and we’re talking about anything and everything. She suffers from depression, anxiety and PTSD which means she can shut out the world […]
Trans Identity
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This post is a departure from my usual fare. It may upset some, potentially alienate others. Quite likely I will receive flak, perhaps abuse. Probably lose followers, too. When all is said and done I’m of an older generation that grew up in a very different world. As such I have a big beef […]
The Trousers of Time (at The Crossroads)
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There’s a moment in time during childhood that I can pinpoint as to when my life changed irrevocably. The fork in the road took me out of one placid inevitability into a chaotic future that still has repercussions each time the butterfly flaps its wings. Obviously, as a child, the choice was made for […]
The Bon Motto
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When it comes to BDSM I’m more inclined to the principles of RACK than SSC, though either is a vital concept in such relationships for them to be safe(r) and successful. However, although you may not come across these concepts until moving in BDSM circles they’re really just a restatement of something that should […]
Ripping Yarns
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Content Notice References to Peter Sutcliffe The blog by @May_Matters is a great read that is enjoyed by many. There’s been a wonderful addition to it with posts from her man, Mr More. These posts evoke my memories of gritty experiences of the 1970’s and 1980’s. The genesis of this post was a lovely tale, Take […]
Memories of The World Trade Center
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Sat in my office that Tuesday afternoon I heard a bubble of noise to look at the news. Confused as it was, the scenes were horrifying. A plane had flown in to one of the towers of the WTC. Back then no one’s first conclusion was terrorism, we must be witnessing a terrible accident. […]
[F4TFriday] I Write
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I write. For work I’ve written dry technical documents for far too many years. It’s a feature of the tech world that when someone has spent long enough at the coal face such that they’re quite valuable in that role, they get set to writing documents and specifications about it. The ability to spell […]
[F4TFriday] Live Your Truth
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Let’s face it, the majority of the words we live by are given to us, with varying degrees of force, by people who want to control us, make us conform to their concepts of how we should live. They are thrown at us all our lives, if we let them.
[F4TFriday] Movies
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This prompt is a bit outside my normal thought patterns. First, the last movie I was interested enough to see in the cinema on its release was Close Encounter of the Third Kind (1977) – yes, it’s been 42 years since I’ve been in a cinema. And, second, my general lack of interest in sex. […]
[F4TFriday] Was / Am I Crazy ?
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Am I going crazy ? That wasn’t a totally silly question. As I now know, melody has been there for a very long time although largely ignored. The first time she grabbed control and wouldn’t let go was a scary mental episode to come to terms with. I know it’s not a coincidence that she […]
[F4TFriday] That Was Close !!
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After recent events and posts it is worthwhile lightening up a little. What I had in mind to write for this F4TFriday veered off in to an ugliness of spirit that had to be scrapped. Instead, I thought I would be more jovial and visit some of the close calls from my 20+ years of […]
Pater Familias
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I did something for the first time ever this Father’s Day, I muted the words on Twitter. I don’t mean it was the first time I’d muted these particular words, it was the first time I’d muted anything at all. This is all quite strange because it wasn’t about poignant or hard memories, it was […]
Me, Myself and I
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If you’re a regular reader then you’ll know I discuss various aspects of melody as an increasingly strong persona. If you’re not a regular reader, this post may not make much sense. It’s a mood piece and rambles a bit. A post for me as the audience.
To Galahad – Noun
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Going through the draft folder and trying to clean it up, I came across a saved quote from a conversation from months ago. Recalling that conversation it was about how men randomly and rapidly appear in the timeline of a female and particularly in DMs to offer support, outrage, comfort and a number of other […]
Bank Holiday Silliness
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Gender dysphoria is often accompanied by body dysmorphia. For some it’s debilitating. Fortunately, I only have a light version of it. I was doing well last year with weight loss until I got seriously ill and ended up putting half of it back on. I’m finding it depressingly hard to shift. Looking at myself can […]
Reflections
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I wasn’t going to acknowledge Mother’s Day, certainly not publicly, until I started seeing various tweets go by. It struck me just how difficult a day it can be for a lot of people. There’s an additional poignancy for me in that tomorrow would have been her birthday, too. It’s not that I’ve ignored this […]
Random Acceptance
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For about 8 months I’ve been waiting for a certain conversation. Originally dreading the thought of it. Since Christmas it’s been more of a curiosity in the back of my mind as to what it would feel like.
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