My updated passport. Note gender.
That should cover the basics, I feel. I’m not a fan of making big announcements but as I made a song-and-dance about the last name change and this one is rather more important, it behoves me to at least have a hum and a shuffle about this.
For very few remaining people this will come as a surprise. The majority already know. I’m in the laborious process of flitting between private and NHS healthcare at the moment, trying to secure prescriptions and surgery, and spending a lot of my free time doing daft-looking and daft-sounding exercises to help shape my muscles and vocal chords so that strangers stop referring to me as “she” and making me feel like crap.
It should be noted that my friends have been exemplary about this, with almost no habitual slip-ups and immediate corrections. Not one of them has questioned…
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I could have done with something written like this when I started university instead of that dull “Grub on a grant” book.
Hello, it’s summer. Soon it will be autumn again, because time moves in a linear direction, dragging us all on towards our deaths with inexorable inevitability, except David Attenborough, who is definitely never going to die. Even if the weather doesn’t acknowledge the seasons, time will pass.
So a bunch of people will in all probability be leaving for university and possibly having to cook for themselves for the first time. Or maybe you’re just… in a position now where you’re like, yeah, I should probably learn how to do the thing. I have also been there! And then I learnt how to make food and not die, which is a skill I feel I should pass on.
2 x pans. Probably a frying pan and a saucepan. Get something that won’t stick to things if you can. Stainless steel…
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Hindsight is a wonderful thing. I’ve been pregnant 10 times and I have 3 living children. I have buried 2 with their grandfather. I cannot understand why women in pregnancy need to get life threateningly sick to get access to some sort of medical intervention. I almost died two years ago from overwhelming sepsis and e-coli in my bloodstream. I would have left two children without a mother and a widower to raise them alone. I am lucky, I realise how lucky I am every single day. This is my story……
On a Friday night in June 2013 while on a weekend trip to Dublin with my son who was 3 and 19 weeks into my third pregnancy my waters broke without warning while in bed. I telephoned my local maternity hospital and they advised me to go to the nearest maternity unit in Dublin which happened to be The…
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I’ve been following and sharing this scandal since it first appeared in the Guardian in November 2017. This is the article that started it all.
‘I can’t eat or sleep’: the woman threatened with deportation after 50 years in Britain
It may have started earlier than that as I remember a 2016 Guardian article about not so secret deportation flights to Jamaica and other countries. I really hope none of the Windrush Generation ended up on those flights.
Who are the Windrush Generation? They are people from Caribbean countries that were part of the British Empire who were invited over in the 50s and 60s to increase the UK’s workforce which was rather depleted after WW2. They were considered British. This automatic Right To Remain ended in 1973. Some who came over naturalised as British
especially if they wanted or needed to leave the country and needed a passport. Other couldn’t afford to so didn’t. They were still here legally.
In 2014 the UK removed legal protection for Windrush immigrants and with other changes to employment and proof of nationality this started to create chaos. Many children were brought over on parents’ or siblings’ passports because of how passports worked in those countries at that time. Back then there was no need to have at least one but preferably four pieces of information for every year they remained in the UK and as a result they struggle to provide these resulting in this. The children of Windrush: ‘I’m here legally, but they’re asking me to prove I’m British’. Many have lost documents during the many moves their families had to make when they were children. And with GP surgery and school closures and destruction of records over a certain age it can be impossible to fulfil these new requirements.
This first hit the mainstream media in November 2017 but it has taken until mid April 2018 for the UK government to respond in any meaningful way despite Caribbean diplomats asking the UK for more compassion for its citizens back in February.
Theresa May’s office initially refused to meet with Caribbean diplomats but after all the media this weekend there has been a U-turn.
However the Home Office still has no idea how many people might have been illegally deported.
And while our government claims this leaflet telling British residents deported to Jamaica to ‘put on accent’ isn’t aimed at them, it’s hard to work out who it is aimed at. Who but the legal Windrush Generation would have been here long enough to pick up a British accent?
But despite all the promises they’re not safe yet. Someone from the Windrush Generation is due to be deported tomorrow.
Today Jamaica’s PM has urged a ‘speedy resolution’ but who know how long that will take. And it’s possibly too late for anyone who has already been illegally deported. I really hope they can return and that anyone affected by this travesty is compensated.
Why do I care so much? Because I’m a human being. This doesn’t affect me or anyone I know but it could have. My grandparents brought my mother to the UK from the Caribbean in the early 60s when she was 10. Had she not naturalised in the 70s she might be in this situation too. I couldn’t bear to lose my mother to this bureaucratic nonsense.
This needs to stop now.
Update 2: It gets worse.
I’ll believe this when I see it.
Theresa May says Windrush victims will be paid compensation
I fucking hate transphobic arsewipes. Trans people are not a threat.
Why so bigoted?
Tomorrow, following a short but successful propaganda campaign, a UK Newspaper will publish an open letter asking Girl Guiding UK to suspend their policy of inclusion for All Girls, including those who are transgender. Guides has always, quietly, been inclusive of trans children. While there was a small amount of sensationalist and transphobic media reporting in 2015 when the current policy was formally adopted, until six weeks ago, there has been no organised attack on the organisation which my daughter is a part of. Why now? What has changed to make Girl Guides, Brownies and Rainbows a target of action from transphobic groups? This is not a random act, but follows concerted attempts by trans exclusionary groups to influence thinking within the UK Labour party on whether trans women should be included on All Women Shortlists.
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This explains everything I feel about The Simpsons. I can stomach watching two or episodes a week. Any more than that and I start to experience the urge to murder Homer or smash the TV.
Lisa has always been the only Simpsons character I’ve ever identified with. I sometimes want to slap Marge for allowing Homer and Bart to treat both her and Lisa so badly. I always end up feeling so sorry for Lisa.
The show hates Lisa.
Before I explain what I mean, let’s back up for a second.
Among fans, there exists a kind of Standard Narrative about The Simpsons, which goes like this: the show was at its best for roughly a decade, between Season 3 and Season 13 (let’s call this the Golden Age). Since then – from Season 14 to Season 29 – The Simpsons has been largely awful (let’s call this the post-Golden Age period). In fact it’s widely held that during this latter period, The Simpsons hasn’t just sucked: it’s been essentially a completely different show, which many former fans find deeply unfunny and are happy to pretend doesn’t exist. For a long time, I was one of these fans. Occasionally I’d catch a new episode, and it would make me feel uneasy, for reasons that I didn’t fully understand. In these episodes, The Simpsons looked…
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The following true tale is the introduction into what will be a series of posts regarding a seeming miscarriage of justice and potential disability discrimination; names have been changed to protect the identities of these involved. The purpose of this post is to help the family concerned achieve real justice; please share as widely as possible.
Alison is a single parent of14 year old Adam, both live with various diagnosed and pending diagnosis health disorders including Fibromyalgia and Elhers Danos; Alison is also Autistic and symptoms suggest Adam is as well.
Due to Adams health, he found it difficult to cope with school from the beginning and despite special educational needs intervention, including one to one lessons he struggled experiencing bullying which resulted in him developing depression. These experiences became worse during Adams transition from junior to senior school, so much so that in 2015, Alison began to home educate…
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