For the normal man in the street this isolation is a pretty big pain in the arse. But I’m not the normal man in the street, cough, and for me it’s pretty damn tricky. My partner is aware of my alter-ego and tolerates, if that’s not too strong a word, my time when I’m ‘not… Continue reading [Fun] An Isolated Mind is a Delightfully Dangerous Thing

Sometimes you just have to laugh. Or cry, the choice is not that easy nowadays and there’s often very little between the two. Anyway, this is an interesting blog; not because of the content (which I hope will be interesting) but because of how I had to write it. Delete it. Write it again. Pictured… Continue reading [Philosophy] Surviving surviving, a guide to T-Self Isolation

There are times when it goes right. And there are times when it doesn’t. The last week has been…..not fun at all. And that’s a bloody understatement, See, I had a double session planned, my first since early December. The week before the planned session I had a mad runaround time with work and real-life,… Continue reading [Fashion] An Archival Cheer-Me-Up

Yeah, I know I should use the word ‘mastering’ but the whole point of this blog is to break those phallocentric norms that society forces upon us, so bear with me. It’s probably obvious to you, dear reader, that a number of the posts I put up here are actually directed at myself. I use… Continue reading [Philosophy] Mistressing the Bullies

I hate January. Well, that’s not strictly true, I love Winter, where you can put clothes on, as opposed to Summer, where you can’t take skin off, but in terms of mental happiness January is a pisser in a lot of ways. Chuck in political and societal instability and the interesting spectacle of democracy imploding… Continue reading [Philosophy] ‘The Three She-me-gos’

Clothes shopping. Drab me hates it, with a passion – to the point that I rarely shop for clothes and just kind of draw them in through gravity (picking up t-shirts at trade shows and events and the like), or through a lot of stress and freaking out. Case in point, I have been wearing… Continue reading [Fashion] It’s not the size that counts, it’s the girth…

I’ve been dark lately so time to cheer up with a little humour. As a fifty year old man with little to no actual fashion sense (in drab) I’m getting used to the delight and fun of shopping for women’s clothes. Well, not for women’s clothes as such, but for Sarah’s clothes. And as such… Continue reading [Fashion] Dear Ms Near Miss…