National Museum of Scotland, Edinburgh (Taken with instagram)
I’m reading the oldest most raggedy dog-eared Calvin and Hobbes book in bed right now because it’s the only thing that might make me feel less than miserable. I’m in a bad place and I don’t really know how to say that. Today a lady saw me crying outside of John Lewis, stopped her car, got out and gave me a hug and tissues, and didn’t leave until I assured her that I was okay and not in any real trouble. That was the nicest thing a stranger in this city has done for me in months, if not years. A lot of the friends I used to have here wouldn’t even do that now. I don’t know what’s wrong most of the time. I don’t know what to do. I miss my friends.
I’m finished work for the day, I have tomorrow off, I have serious leads on a job in Edinburgh that I have a fair chance of getting, there are a few hours of sunshine and warmth left, and the sunshine is so strong that it doesn’t even look like I’m wearing these ironically. Fuckin’ yaldi
Some asshole friend of a friend posted this picture to facebook and I got so angry I couldn’t even formulate a response of my own, that’s my response beneath. I’ve seen a lot of this lately, people throwing their toys out of their prams because they think they have some kind of entitlement to my time or feelings. The phrase “friend zone” is used to justify the view that I owe you something because you have treated me with the basic respect and dignity that I expect from everyone. I don’t owe you anything.
I waited and waited but the mansplaining never came.
I don’t leave the house anymore all I do is sit on my sofa and listen to Future Virgins and play Draw Something and draw the Star Wars characters laughably nothing like how they are actually meant to look and think about how I should should probably go and do something but never actually getting up and doing what I need to do
Is there a way you can stop a particular person’s posts being reblogged into your dash? I could live without this right now.
married to the zine.
I want to start a new zine and I want there to be real progress this time. I’ve been writing so much; explorations in and realisations about my own gender, music I’ve discovered, body positivity, reflections on personal experiences with feminism/religion/body hair, subverting the male gaze, some tales of funny things that have happened to me, even a review of a particularly great museum I went to. I wrote about the sexism I have witnessed in the music scene I am a part of for a friend’s zine last year and got some really great feedback at the time, and my friend Dot just asked to share the article with a panel of woman musicians who played a ladyfest at her college (Hampshire) this weekend just past, which is really encouraging to me. I am going to keep up with this.
