Tired of that
It’s Friday evening and I’ve closed the lid on the work laptop, the boy dog is currently snuggled up with me, and I can hear the distant pop of fireworks. Upstairs, the Ever Lovely Mrs J is talking to her mum on the phone. I am okay, although somewhat frustrated by the barrage – not of fireworks – but media BS that continues to paint transgender community in a negative light. The seeming continuous background pop, bang, and whizz of bigotry. It’s very tiring. I’m sure I’ve sprained the muscles behind my eyes 🙄 Yes, last year I took a news break and I felt better for it. This year, it feels the attacks have stepped up and, like Climate […]
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