I love to travel, and I often don’t have anyone to go with. There’s also so much freedom in traveling alone, as you get to plan your days around the things you really want to do, and you don’t have to worry about taking too much time on something the person you’re with might not…
Writing and places to exist
I used to use this blog as a place to put my thoughts. More of a journal, I suppose. With the really private, embarrassing stuff taken out. But I’ve been writing less and less with each year that passes. Part of it is that I seem to be tired almost all the time. But the…
Why I’m Campaigning for Accessible Home Appliances
Living independently is something adults, at least in my culture, are expected to do. I live in a very individualistic society, where we are told that we must leave home, get our own place, and survive. For disabled children, huge focus is placed upon learning skills for independence. You are told that you must learn…
Could I teach ChatGPT to write instead of me?
I’ve become quite interested in ChatGPT and what a language model can do. I’m mostly interested in the context of accessibility, such as the place of AI in describing images. However tonight I was bored and I wanted to know if I could generate an instance of ChatGPT that would write like I do. So…
I can only tell you
I used to feel as though my body was filled with words. So full they could not be contained. They fell from my hands, my lips, my very skin. It was as though writing was the only way I could keep myself from overflowing like a river that has burst its banks. Now I hardly…
Beneath My Skin
It started with a binder. I suppose it started before then, with thoughts and questions, but I will always look back at that first binder and view it as a defining moment. I wasn’t one of those people who had grown up always knowing that I was transgender. I liked being a girl, or at…
Notes from the end
In that last week before my mum died, I wrote little notes. I don’t know why. Maybe it was a way of working through the horror that was unfolding around me. Maybe it was because writing is all I’ve ever reached for in the most challenging moments of my life. Maybe it was because by…
Anger is unproductive, but I’m angry anyway
Like most people, I’ve been watching the Conservative party leadership contest with interest. I want to stay informed. I want to care about this country and what will happen to it. I am also so very tired of politics. Not just this contest, but all of it. I am tired of this dreadful, ugly world….
The things I’ve lost
There is loss in transition. Sometimes I feel like I should not speak these words, or type them, or put them to paper. I know that if I do, they will be used against myself and others. There are people waiting, circling like vultures, desperate for any sign that we regret who we are and…
Grief is not a race to be won
It will soon be eight months since my mum died. It will soon be six months since my retired guide dog died. I count the months without even meaning to, but the way I feel grief has changed in the time that has gone by. In a way it is less raw. But describing it…