a very happy dog to bless your feeds today x

research call out 📢 I’m looking for participants for my University of Sheffield MA dissertation which is aiming to look at selfies taken from the bed by people with a chronic health condition and/or disability whilst resting or pacing. if you are interested please email: [email protected]

research call out 📢 I’m looking for participants for my University of Sheffield MA dissertation which is aiming to look at selfies taken from the bed by people with a chronic health condition and/or disability whilst resting or pacing. if you are interested please email: [email protected]

co-opting the language of feminism to exclude and discriminate against trans women isn’t feminism btw! it’s just thinly-disguised hatred & bigotry that has absolutely zero place in any feminism or everyday life in general

think I’ve almost finished writing my wonderful friends wedding poem which is a very cool thing to get to do ?? isn’t life lovely sometimes

said the word “capitalism” in a sentence and my sister went on a big rant about how I always have use big words to link everything back to society .. okay gurl

sometimes I open my notes app and ask “did I write a poem” and no I didn’t

went twenty-eight years without a uti but I fear my time may have come. not very nice is it huh

I’ve viewed the digital world as an escape from my body—symptoms dulled into submission or to be distracted from. but i am realising that I can’t leave my body behind—my digital practice, my writing, is informed by sickness. & sickness can change the way we think, organise and act—a knowledge tool.

I was very lucky to have a poem of mine included here. you can go download and read for free!

although I think the requirement of biocertification to be deemed worthy of care is fucked, that western medicine’s need for diagnosis for bodies that are inherently fluid & unstable is often unnavigable—I’m glad to have an appt with the ME clinic soon so that what is happening has at least a name

if Sunday was a person, my fear-of-conflict arse would absolutely fight it. my body without a doubt always feels extremely heavy and everything is a struggle. absolutely cursed day

quite frankly dying to know what ‘the biggest secret of my life was’ at 9 (?) years old when I wrote in this book

happy Valentine’s Day to everyone in love, ur very cute and everyone’s posts are very sweet !! but also to me, the girl who finally just deleted all her dating apps because as much as being in love sounds nice and all, I know I’m not in a place to meet people off the apps. yay for self awareness ❣️❣️

I’ve been struggling to articulate why I like to use the term ‘sick’ and I think this does a great job at explaining it: 📃 Touch Me, I’m Sick: Hysterical Intimacies| Sick Theories - Margeaux Feldman

rachel reeves isn’t stupid. she *knows* a huge number of people are either too physically or mentally ill to meet the demands of work. she *knows* disability benefit fraud is a minuscule sum, effectively 0%. she’s just a scapegoat-seeking sadist happy to kill off disabled people

you know that feeling where everyone is talking at once and you feel like your head is going to actually explode. don’t recommend

outing myself as a person who is bad at things on my latest substack: open.substack.com/pub/ourchaot...

Deserves repeating.

This poem made me stop in my tracks.

working on building my trouser collections and these are some nice fun ones to add to the mix (thank u lucy & yak for comfy trousers that fit fat babes)

me at my expected masters graduate date this year (just been allocated my diss supervisor 🤭)

hannah: I’m taking a photo act normal me: yes yes that I can do me:

for a while, my writing about pain meant writing only about the emptiness & destruction of it: an outlet to give the unknowable a language. what’s coming up for me now is a desire to move into a space that captures a greater depth, not a terrible after, just a life that takes on different meaning.

this would be interesting

changing “always reading” in my bio to “often reading” because of a big nasty reading slump

i’m really not ever in the interest in making fun or debasing certain writing styles because they’re not personally for me. I don’t ever want to situate certain styles as superior because making moral judgements on taste has never really worked out well has it

another year, another writing project I will try my hardest not to abandon

was playing a game the other day where everyone had to look at my phone & then my bedtime reminder at 10:30 pm popped up. humbled but well-rested

just a girly pop with an alarm to take her pill that always gets snoozed at least two times

sister had one drink and dropped her glasses down the toilet and then proceeded to try and wipe them clean with dry shampoo. christmas is going well so far i think

wrote this in my phone notes right before I fell asleep last night & I stand by it:

ordered this dress from vinted and was very surprised—did not expect this! stunning. girly with a waist. an abundance of pink. also a lil fabric to make a bow at the neckline too if wanted?? a dream!!

drunken man sat next to me on the train yesterday, started singing wonderwall, ate the stinkiest crisps and then fell asleep on my shoulder. hell

rejection therapy but make it submitted to poetry journals themed

i saw some fat babes with fringes so i decided to become a fat babe with a fringe 🫡

switching up language in chronic illness & disability is fundamental. Rather than “get better soon” it can be more inclusive / impactful to say “I hope some relief comes for this moment”. it doesn’t assume a return to an arbitrary wellness state, but a momentary pause from grief / pain / fatigue etc

me 🤝 the resident 🤝 bisexual panic

The gorgeous team at Doubleday (@transworldbooks.bsky.social @sarabethsbooks.bsky.social) sent me this stunning copy of #WellPrescribeYouACat to gift to a friend, so I thought I’d spread some Christmas feline cheer! 🐈‍⬛ 💊 Follow & repost for a chance to win. UK only, I’ll pick a winner this Friday.

a boss stage for my agoraphobia journey next week: getting my first train in 2 & a half years, a few days before Christmas, and the train back is in rush hour. haven’t been given an allocated seat. having a bit of a nervy b about it but I’ll be fine!! it will be fine!!

saw a article saying books are a waste of time & that’s a stance I can’t get behind at all. books have given me so much—knowledge as weapon, escape, comfort. books can be both lifeline & pleasure. books offer a wide range of worlds that are possible. they are not trivial & they are not a waste

not to be dramatic but hearing james stewart say ‘I’ll give you the moon Mary’ and donna reed saying ‘I’ll take it!’ temporarily cures me of any melancholy I have in that moment

this poem hits me so hard every time i read or even think of it

Tonight's scribbles thinking about my grandmother and great grandmother and a quick reminder that if you wear the same outfit to every party, no-one gives a shit, unless you're going to parties full of pricks.

From Ocean Vuong's book, On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous: bookshop.org/a/862/978052... #books #booklovers #oceanvuong #authors #writing

oh to be a teenager watching hilary duff & mary-kate and ashley films again

this poem by Tara Skurtu lives rent-free in my mind and i’m okay with that

wearing my fave jumper & some cute Christmas earrings. bought the dogs some doggy Christmas cookies so I will temporarily be their fave person. just the conclusion of my assignment to write. it’s a good day x

hospital gowns & blood pressure cuffs that don’t fit fat bodies, mri machines & hospital beds that aren’t made to hold us: all another tool to communicate which bodies do & don’t belong & who is deserving of care-taking & support. fat bodies are intentionally excluded in every aspect of healthcare.

you know when you see a bug on its back struggling to get up ?? that will be me after my mri scan this evening