… but I haven’t got a stitch to wear! So croons Morrissey in The Smiths’ song ‘This charming man’, released in 1984. It was in that year, my first year at university, that I was introduced to The Smiths, and for some reason theirs were the first songs I’d really paid attention to for their lyrics.… Continue reading I would go out tonight …
This was very nearly an ‘unpost’, but I think I have given it just a little too much thought for it to fall into that category. I’ve had a lot of issues surrounding a wedding I was at this weekend. Despite the lovely weather we’ve been having here recently, my inner life has been rather… Continue reading Chinks of darkness
In June 2001, a friend (now a Church of Scotland minister) forwarded me an email from the Evangelical Alliance (EA) advertising the appearance of Joel Edwards (who was at the time their General Director) on the weekly BBC TV programme Question Time (which was at the time something I might have considered watching). By this… Continue reading Shame and shamefulness
Time for a proper blog post drawn from my cabinet of writing ideas. This one seems apt, since – according to Twitter – today is #NationalSelfieDay. Unhelpfully, the hashtag doesn’t tell us which of the couple-of-hundred-odd nations of the world celebrates this day. (It is, of course, the United States – a country that could… Continue reading Image, mirror, selfie
It’s been three weeks since my last blog post. (I’m sorry if that’s inconvenienced anyone who’s come to rely on at least one post a week from me!) Although I have plenty of blog-posts-in-waiting, I haven’t had a lot of time to do any writing recently, in part because it’s school exam season here in… Continue reading Close reading: Hinsliff on gender
On 20 April last year, I made my way to court, accompanied by a friend. There, in a tiny side room, in the presence of a lawyer, I completed and signed a statutory declaration and swore an oath to the effect that I would from that day forth use Anna as my legal name, on… Continue reading My first Anna-versary
It’s been more or less exactly half a year since I switched from testosterone to estradiol as my sex hormone of choice. Thanks to seven injections (so far) of triptorelin acetate, my body’s natural inclination to produce testosterone has been severely curtailed. And courtesy of daily gel applications, my estradiol levels are a little higher… Continue reading Half a year of new hormones
Yesterday was Mothering Sunday, being the fourth Sunday in Lent, and historically a religious holiday. It’s now the day that we in the UK celebrate ‘Mother’s Day’, our version of the secular American holiday honouring mothers. Up-front confession: I’m terrible at socially enforced commemorations and usually forget to do anything about them; my own mum… Continue reading How was Mother’s Day for you?
Ma leughas tu na puist eile air a’ bhlog seo – gach fear dhiubh sa Bheurla thuige seo – chì thu gu bheil ùidh sònraichte agam ann an cùisean trans. Sa chiad phost a sgrìobh mi, thuirt mi gum bithinn airson post sa Ghàidhlig a sgrìobhadh bho àm gu àm cuideachd – ann am pàirt air… Continue reading Dè na riochdairean a th’ ort?
Early attempts Although I didn’t know the term ‘impostor syndrome’ back then, I think one of my earliest memories of feeling that I didn’t quite deserve to be where I was was when I played my flute in a residential music summer school. I’d auditioned the year before and hadn’t got in because I fluffed… Continue reading Confessions of a serial impostor