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Once upon a time, I was younger and thinner. I was that sort of thin that people presumed was due to an eating disorder, and that I needed to be harassed about it. I rolled my eyes a lot, because oh hey, I was that size because I was that size — I trusted my body to do what it… Read more »
My Pokémon Go addiction means that I am doing some pretty out-of-character things. For example, walking miles in a day and not thinking anything of it; I’ve easily done over four miles today, which would amaze the ever-living fuck out of the me of two weeks ago. I also, le gasp, got myself up and ready to leave the house… Read more »
One of the worst things about having untreated ADHD is that my brain is really good at shutting out processing information that would be useful. For example, I was discussing Pokémon Go with my husband last night, and how I would like to spend a few more pounds to restock my Pokéballs. He approved said purchase (we talk about all… Read more »
When I was younger, I was very much like many young women. I ‘wasn’t like the other girls’. I wasn’t a feminist for [[insert reason here]]. I’d been soured on the concept by the militancy I perceived of the movement in the media growing up… which, to be fair, was always going to be unflattering at best, seeing how it… Read more »
Usually, I like to keep my finger on the pulse of global news, good and bad. But ever since the United Kingdom voted for Brexit, I’ve sort of been in a numb bubble about the bigger world. I guess the deal is that Brexit is so close to home and so freaking unresolved that I can’t spare energy to think… Read more »
Well. Today is our 9th anniversary — blah blah, where did the time go, blah blah. I know where the time went. It was spent in the company of someone that I am lucky to have as a partner in my life, raising cute kids that we helped bring forth, chilling out and doing things our laid-back sort of… Read more »
So, realtalk — exercise and I don’t get along. It robs me of my appetite, causes me to rapid cycle, and a raft of other things. Lighter things like walking or jogging tends to be a no no because oh hey, too boring. Fun things that are suddenly coached as exercise, such as roller derby, ruin the potential fun… Read more »
Today was Sports Day, or field day for you Yanks. at Smallhausen’s school. We couldn’t go last year because they don’t let parents come to the Reception year sports day, so the entire clan was out in force to support today. In the latter half, I was sitting and chatting to my mother-in-law, as one does. She was gesturing to… Read more »
Now, if I were clever, this would come paired with a screenshot or gif from the relevant episode of The IT Crowd, but honestly? I absolutely cannot be bothered right now. I feel that death, yo. You see, my PokéAddiction means I dragged my spoonie ass, kids, and spouse in a loop around our village to try to take a… Read more »
What is it about having a dick that makes some men such know-it-alls? Is it that their egos are as fragile as their junk? But then, the general fragility of that side of the gender means that ‘my’ side (-ish, being genderqueer) gets treated like all emotions stem from a wandering, hysterical uterus a la Freudian claims. We’re not… Read more »
