my relationship with my mother is just so much better from afar
Okay, so. This is what it’s apparently like to be triggered when recovering.
My boy said something on social media. He took out his frustration on a politician for being out of touch, useless and beyond privileged.
But instead of saying those things, the made jibes about his body size.
After weeks of eating intuitively, exercising regularly and taking care of myself I feel like I’ve been fooling myself because no matter how good or bad I am, my physical dimensions will always be the focus for most people. No matter how much I accept myself, I will never be acceptable. Never be good enough. Small enough.
I’m clinging on but it’s so hard right now.
Have you got your ‘hands’ on copy of the first issue of The Pillow Fort Magazine yet??
IN THE FIRST ISSUE OF THE PILLOW FORT MAGAZINE:
- 46 beautiful, individually designed pages
- 19 submissions (articles, photography, comics and more) from young people around the world with chronic illnesses
- Just some of the things inside: travelling with chronic illness; improving your mornings; yoga stretches; adjusting to temporary remission; the effects of invisible illness; the fantasy of fresh starts; and readjusting dreams.
Feedback has been universally great and I can’t wait to get to work on the 2nd issue!
Dear lord. If the guy opposite weren’t already intoxicating enough, I just glanced over and saw that he’s watching ST: TNG on his PlayBook.
There is a man sitting opposite me. I say man. He’s more of a boy, but old enough to grow a fulsome beard to cover up the fact that his skin is smooth and unblemished by creases or other signs of age. He’s tall. Really tall. I’m 6’1” but he’s taller than me. His height is accentuated by the fact that he’s long-limbed and has little fat on his frame .That frame itself, though, is broad. His shoulders are wide and his chest is easily as large as mine, breasts excepted.
From where I’m sitting, I can see his carotid artery pulsing steadily in the right side of his neck. The skin on his neck is smooth and the colour of creme brulée. I can’t stop looking at his arms, his shoulders, the side and the back of his neck.
I don’t recall the last time I felt this aroused by a complete stranger in a public place who is clearly unaware of my gaze. I would clamber over the table and lick every inch of him if I had the chance. Mentally, I have already done so.
What is happening to me?
Pandora Panti Bliss, know as Panti, who gave a speech at Ireland’s Abbey Theatre in response to her statements on RTÉ (Ireland’s state broadcaster)
Homophobia is a big issue not just in Ireland but all over the world.
If there is one video you watch tonight, this one should make you question a lot of things about our society
The transcript is below as Google’s auto-captioner does not work that well.
I don’t hate you for being homophobic. I’m impressed that you’re only a little bit homophobic.
Thank you, Panti. That was a stirring, moving, throat-constricting speech from the heart.