You can’t be serious

I’m a diffuser. A diplomat. According to some diagnostics I did at work, a harmoniser. It’s a real strength of mine, and it’s often commented on both personally and professionally. I always seek understanding, even if it’s only on a fraction of the issue, to find common ground. It’s a large part of my professionalContinue reading “You can’t be serious”

Internalised Misogyny – and the walking t-shirt

I don’t know a woman who isn’t struggling with their body. I also don’t know two who are struggling for the same reason, either. I don’t wish to insinuate that all humans aren’t struggling with their bodies right now, or all the time for that matter. But they say write what you know, and IContinue reading “Internalised Misogyny – and the walking t-shirt”

Some of my best friends are Scottish

Since time immemorial, the Scots have hated Goths. We’re not talking the empire-ending Visigoths of history, we’re talking the pale, pierced denizens of the night who love black, and only accept denim if the sleeves have been removed. But don’t worry, I’m not one of those, in fact, some of my best friends are Scottish.Continue reading “Some of my best friends are Scottish”

Blood Moon – the modern Gothic feminine mystique

I’d like to set the mood. If you’d like to set the mood too, let me suggest you take this little slice of sultry, gothic theatre-core for a spin, before, during or after this post. Whenever works for you mate, it’s your own time you’re wasting… Feeling suitably emo and a little bit witchy now?Continue reading “Blood Moon – the modern Gothic feminine mystique”