Love will win

What can one say to a parent who has had their child murdered? I remember the bleakness of grief my parents experienced following the death of my sister. How they somehow managed to keep going, I do not know…. nor do I wish to ever know. To those in power, shame on you for the filth that drops from your mouth and the crocodile tears shed in false outrage. Your lies and bile brought us here. Just, stop. Stop before there’s another, and another, and another… Look my son in the eye. Hold your gaze and say unflinching, that he’s a risk, when you know he’s more likely to be attacked than be the attacker. Look at him and say […]

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Christmas Wishes

Hi, How’s things with you dear reader? Hopefully good and that you are safe, warm, and fed, at least. The first few steps of Maslow’s model. 🙂 This week I’ve had two conversations with researchers. The first was a local author who is looking into the LGBTQ+ history of Nottingham. There’s probably a pun to be made about spilling the tea on the T, but I’m not that clever 😉 Nottinghamshire The researcher and I spoke about the group’s (Chams) start up and I’m going to say hand on heart that I’m not the expert in this. I can talk about my experiences in Nottingham – back then and now – but given the group started in the late 70s, […]

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Letters to trans kids

After seeing this over on Pink News, I thought I’d try my hand a letter. Dear friend, How’s things going? Hopefully well given all that’s going on. If not, well, yeah, life can be tough or a bit pants even. I guess the latter is ‘Old’ language when we’re trying not to say ‘shit’. 🙂 It was decades ago since I was a kid and trans stuff then is not like it is now. The language was limited and wasn’t really ours. Gay rights were still being fought for. Indeed, the parallel between a hostile government trying to stop children from finding out about being gay (hello Section 28), and where we are now with trans teens. The same old […]

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The short week

Hi, If you listen carefully, you might hear the soft sound of contentment. The mythical four day week that lets us recharge and enjoy time away from the red tape machines. For yours truly, it’s been shorter than that, as I booked Thursday of as well. Given the Ever Lovely Mrs J is signed off ill, both children are off – and I am still getting used to Wee Man’s university schedule – it seemed a good idea to have a family lunch out. Talking of Mrs J, we had some good news from the medical experts, so fingers crossed things are going in the right direction now. She’s clearly not 100% yet. However, as after going out, she fell […]

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Family

Hi, I have held off writing this post because it concerns someone I love dearly: my son. To those of you who’ve been following this blog over the years, you may recall me writing about Wee Man and Little Miss. You may also have noticed I still refer to Wee Man, while our youngest is now Child 2.0. No doubt some of you know where I’m going with this. I feel torn writing this. On the one hand, my family life is fairly private here. On the other, as a parent, I am… so very weary at the lies, misinformation, and hatred directed at my child. My son was assigned female at birth and now they are my son. He […]

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Being pastel in a blue and pink world

Hi, As the cold hail subsided, the Ever Lovely Mrs J shook the ice from her hood and smiled to me. “It’s good to be out in nature,” she chuckled. We had walked around the park’s lake, pausing for either doggo to sniff, or indeed, ‘update’ Dog Social Media, conversation had drifted around family, home, work, and the news. Mrs J expressed her anger at the continued attack by some on trans identities. That and the platforming of such voices by usually reliable sources. Now, there’s a background level of hate that bubbles and spits. The usual it’s an excuse for pervs to get in or the claptrap from unqualified/inexperienced strangers, thinking that they understand a trans teen’s needs, etc. […]

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