I lay next to my friend Lottie on a handmade quilt, under a majestic tree. Looking up we could see fairy lights entwined in its branches, and its jagged leaves were silhouetted against the dark, clear sky. The backs of … read more
I remember the first time I ever used Twitter – it’s etched in my memory. It was almost eight years ago on a sunny weekend in July. I didn’t use it to share information – I used it to find … read more
When Teresa May called a snap general election just seven weeks ago I felt a flash of hope, followed by an overwhelming feeling of apprehension.
I desperately want to be part of a society that’s more socially just, where there … read more
I woke up a few moments ago and pulled up my bedroom blind. The sun’s shining boldly through a cloudy sky. Just as I was drifting off to sleep last night my phone bleeped with people checking that I was … read more
I can’t remember how old I was when I first heard the term ‘special needs’ or when it was first used to describe me. It’s been a persistent presence throughout my life – from when it was used about me … read more
Fran pulled the covers tightly across my body. She sat next to me on the bed, her hand applying gentle pressure to my head. Exhausted, my body moved erratically, my forceful, regular and rhythmic vocal tics punctuating the quiet darkness … read more
Yesterday something incredible happened – Fat Sister’s bump became a baby.
I’m now the exceptionally proud aunty of a beautiful wiggly niece.
Fat Sister, King Russell and the little wiggle are all doing well.
As I held her in my … read more
I was hanging out with Chopin all weekend and we had a lovely restful time – eating chocolate, watching films and pottering around the castle.
She arrived with a very exciting gift. It was a massively over-exciting gift in fact … read more
This morning I went for a late breakfast with Fat Sister, Innes and Laura. This was no ordinary brunch though – it was the first official meeting of Fat Sister’s ‘Femdem Birthing Crew’.
Fat Sister’s eight months pregnant, so … read more
When I was about seven I was taken on a school trip to the Tate Gallery in London. I have a clear memory of being led up a spiral staircase and sitting with my classmates on the floor of large, … read more