Okay, Lynn: put your metaphorical big girl pants on and let’s give this a go.
I’ve heard it said that a way to break through writer’s block is to just write. Hammer at the keys and just go. I guess staring at the page doesn’t move things along.
At the moment, I feel like a person in a small row boat, bobbing slowly along in a foggy sea. Occasionally, cyclopean hulks will drift by, their shadowy wake dwarfing the light and any sense of safety. The pandemic, the war, the campaign of hate, etc. I would say that feels like three out of four on the horseperson Pokémon apocalypse special. If you catch ’em all, you get a free blow on the trumpet and after a bit of argybargy, a fig leaf plus a lot of time off work. 😉
Given all the above, I am not looking at the news and muting the radio. I cannot look. Not because I don’t care…. quite the opposite. What good will tears do? The behemoths pile onward…
So… which is the blogger’s equivalent of taking a deep breath, I am instead trying to look after those who are dear to me. Not just the Ever Lovely Mrs J and our family, but the folk (trans & partners) who come to Chams. I answer emails, I offer organisations advice & discussion, I help keep the group ticking over. I do this because I like to and indeed I want to. I want to make a difference. Not for ego or vainglorious reasons, but almost as an act of rebellion. To push back with acceptance, kindness, and empathy. Perhaps, like the line of write the book you want to read, I try to give the help and support I wanted all those years ago
This won’t stop the juggernauts, but it is something. Pick your metaphor to fit in with the above. Personally, I’ll go with a group of people huddled in a shelter while the storms rage outside. Laughter, kindness, welcome, and perhaps even love; they’re the things that I think define us as people.
With the above in mind, I would like to thank those of you who commented last time with kind words, ideas, and encouragement. Likewise to those of you who emailed in. It helps. ❤️ I’m sorry I’ve not replied yet. I’m not quite back to to speed yet.
Attending Chams last night helped too. Not just meeting with friends, but meeting new people too. To listen to them and their stories. What brought them here and what they hoped to find. It’s a break from the.gloom and a chance to put aside the mask, to just be me.