I mentioned her yesterday and I’m back today with a full article on the beautiful, incredible, Marsha P. Johnson. Born in 1945 in New Jersey, she was an African-American drag queen, transwoman, sex worker, and gay rights/trans rights/AIDS activist. You don’t get much more iconic than this unmitigatedly fabulous woman. Note: Marsha would refer to herself as […]Read more "PRIDE MONTH: #TRANSGENDERICON MARSHA P. JOHNSON"
Sylvia Rivera (1951-2002) was a drag queen and transgender activist, as well as a founding member of both the Gay Activists Alliance and the Gay Liberation Front. She helped lead the charge on the night of the Stonewall riots in New York City, which is often considered the beginning of the LGBT+ rights movement. As […]Read more "PRIDE MONTH: #DRAGQUEENICON SYLVIA RIVERA"
Oh look! Pride month! I’ve not updated this blog in a while (my laptop set itself on fire) so I couldn’t post anything in honour of Pride Month. BUT I’m going to now! I’ve got a series of posts planned about some #gayicons, #bisexualicons, and #transgendericons throughout history and fiction. I’ve even got a special one […]Read more "life updates and A (very brief) HISTORY OF PRIDE"
Clement Attlee was not, as you may have heard, “a modest little man with plenty to be modest about”. Churchill didn’t say this, like you might think: he knew a formidable politician when he saw one. It was actually coined by the left-wing journalist Claud Cockburn. Clement Attlee, despite often being heralded in academia as […]Read more "Clement Attlee: a short look"
Love, hi. It’s nice to see you again. Won’t you come in? I’ve just put the kettle on. That’s alright, just one cuppa. Oh! No, okay, it’s alright, really – I know you didn’t mean to break it – Oh, you’ve got to go? Ok. Hiya Love! Oh, sorry, I’m busy at the mo […]Read more "conversations with love: a metaphor so unsubtle it’s not even really a metaphor anymore."
Polly had always loved Regent Street. Didn’t care about the acrid aftertaste of the air, or the smell of burnt coffee, or the way people would shove her out of their path. She just loved the street. Mia – not so much. But she did love the way that Polly’s face lit up as she […]Read more "another lonely lesbian love story"
I’m fairly sure being a friendless loser for most of my life has made me a worse writer. I find poetry easy, like putting together pretty sounding phrases about loneliness and isolation and the end of the world. I love writing lyrical stanzas about the inside of my head – but I’m beginning to worry […]Read more "why i struggle to write"