The first thing is that is difficult to tell if it even happened. But it works in the mind, spiralling outward, colouring everything until something better can take its place  I feel like I go through different phases, alternating like chequered light. One is that I walk the streets making eye contact with everyone,…

I’d been thinking, more recently, about how I wanted to write another of these posts on the topic of fragility. More specifically, the fragility and vulnerability of trans life: the fact that our joys, happiness and stability are so often contingent upon so many thing going right. That the threat of violence, harassment, discrimination and…

Last night I went to Stormbird in Camberwell, which is quite possibly my favourite pub in London. It was a Friday night, I arrived first, got myself a drink and sat down to wait for Glen and Katie to arrive. I hadn’t been in over a month, and am likely to go a lot less…