Grist for the mill

  Fresh off the rebound from another visit to the palace of justice. Reeling. Thinking. Grinding. Judgement will be given at the next date. Which is December. We will know if the Trump bomb is going to explode by then. I’ll be forty by then. Facebook memories showed me the crime scene this morning, wondered […]

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Emotional fallout

It’s 3am, about twelve hours since I was excused from giving evidence.  I’ve slept but now I’m awake again. My teeth hurt from grinding them. Today I teach two classes then come home to my lovely new house to meet the removalists. I’m going back to bed to read.

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Why I’ve been so quiet

I was the victim of a series of indecent assaults across 2013-4. I went to the police and they charged the perpetrator. The hearing started a few months back and was adjourned while I was giving evidence.  I’m currently under oath and not allowed to talk about it. The defence told the police they are […]

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Why I have a ‘feminist killjoy’ tattoo: the consequences and value of visible feminism

The other day I was having a conversation about Beyonce’s feminist credentials when the topic of labels came up. ‘If you need to label yourself,’ a very smart woman in the conversation said, ‘then maybe you’re not really that thing.’ At the time I nodded, yes, this makes sense. But the more I mulled it […]

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