I’ve been a member of the Scottish Green Party since early 2014; for various reasons I hadn’t felt it important enough to nail my political colours to the mast before then. One thing I love about the party is its commitment to fairness, equality and inclusivity. As a trans woman, I was so pleased to… Continue reading Scottish Green Party reaffirms trans positivity
Chinks of darkness
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. A chiarascuro moment Despite the lovely weather we’ve been having here recently, my inner life… Continue reading Chinks of darkness
How was Mother’s Day for you?
Mother’s Day daffodils 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;… Continue reading How was Mother’s Day for you?
Confessions of a serial impostor
Early attempts A cat peeking out through the stained glass – or is it? 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.… Continue reading Confessions of a serial impostor
Anna was a girl once, she says
Anna aged about nine I was sorting through some old photos recently and found one of me as a girl, when I must have been about nine years old, I think. I look quite happy in the photograph, but it saddens me to think that that young girl (me) was being raised as a boy,… Continue reading Anna was a girl once, she says
People always seem to assume other people are ‘normal’ (i.e. like them). Here’s a random list of five ways I’ve been assumed normal. 1. ‘Hope the roads are clear!’ I told at least a dozen people we were going to Inverness for Christmas, and without exception, they expressed concern that the A9 (the main road… Continue reading Assumed normal
Sticks and stones may break my bones …
Let me begin by recounting a couple of incidents from the past week. Firstly, on Tuesday, I was walking through a crowded shopping centre and came across a young man who is involved in customer service of some sort. He approached me and said ‘can I help you, sir?’ – or some such thing, the… Continue reading Sticks and stones may break my bones …