diary

  • What “Not Supporting Pride” Actually Means

    What “Not Supporting Pride” Actually Means

    A few days ago, I wrote It Begins With Exclusion, where I said that the refusal…

  • All packed without a plan

    All packed without a plan

    Tomorrow I leave for my Spanish holiday. Flights booked: check! Hotels booked: check! Excursions researched: nope!…

  • Integrity Field Failure

    Integrity Field Failure

    So I’m in a Teams meeting refining some software requirements with the development team and the…

  • Still the Wedding Anniversary

    Still the Wedding Anniversary

    The wedding anniversary. That’s what it will always be – even if we are now divorced…

  • The family that never was

    The family that never was

    Yesterday, as I was out walking the dog, dealing with the deep, deep sadness of the…

  • The Privilege of Caring

    The Privilege of Caring

    And then it arrives, that heavy email that declares that I am no longer married. I…

  • A Little More Like Me

    A Little More Like Me

    Two little updates. The drains are being fixed on the house insurance. They have already made…

  • An ending

    An ending

    Today was an ending. A proper ending. I have taken a break from counselling with Richard…

  • What is life like as a eunuch?

    What is life like as a eunuch?

    I struggle to get up in the morning, but when I go downstairs the dog is…

  • Eurovision. Missed.

    Eurovision. Missed.

    Eurovision punctuated our marriage. We celebrated it every year, sometimes going away for the event in…

  • Patriotism Is Not Enough

    Patriotism Is Not Enough

    Funiculosus (my Rope Master and Puppy Daddy) and I made another foodie trip to London. This…

  • Shed grief

    Shed grief

    It started with some news about my drains: the insurance company is going to pay, and…

  • Beaulieu

    Beaulieu

    This year my birthday was intentionally low-key. The week-long blow-outs of the past are far behind…

  • Pronouns in the Wild

    Pronouns in the Wild

    Pronouns are funny things. I remember as a kid my mum telling me off for saying…

  • Companionable Silence

    Companionable Silence

    My friend, Patricius, can talk for England Ireland. But when he’s silent, its not uncomfortable. Companionable…