Watching the great tit flying in and out of the swift boxes.
Entertaining the idea of flirting with one of the other volunteers at the food bank.
Twiddling my pubes into horns.
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The chocolate vulva I made has three of my pubes in 😂
More park time.
Watching Skin Wars with Jonny. Even though it’s shit.
Someone added some more tampons to the box in the toilets. I’m so pleased that other people are on board with it!
Lounging on the sofa with Jen, talking about farting and sex and pubic hair.
A box of free sex toys!
Going to the gym and walking home in the sunny winter day.
Talking to Stuart. He’s very sweet. And he sent me a brilliant feminist poem about vaginas. Which reminded me of one of my favourite quotes – Our foremothers were farmers, warriors, builders and weavers. They had wrinkles and pubic hair and opinions.
Japanese dinner with Will. A really lovely evening. He’s still very much got a place in my heart.
International Women’s Day. Proud, uplifted and inspired. Every year. Plus my colleague bought in green, purple and white snacks to celebrate. I loved the appropriateness of the jammy dodgers.
The perfect pubes on this embroidered vulva.
Watching 20th Century Women. The perfect IWD date with Jo.
Coming home to a card from Jonny with the cutest love note in. I don’t love anyone more than him.
Dinner with Liv. And her appropriate reaction to the sex comment. Plus telling the pubic hair story with the couple next to us listening in. I hope they enjoyed it.
Booked my tattoo. Eek.
A left over pain au chocolat for second breakfast. And a longed for cup of tea.
A quiet browse of a book shop. I forgot how peaceful it is to be in a book shop.
Pottery night. Tonight, pubic hair.
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Joking about condoms and waxing my bikini line with Matt.
Phoning mum as a distraction from packing for Latitude.
Lots of excited Latitude texts.
‘This is, Bushey’
A lovely walk in Hertfordshire, with the beginnings of green.
A night of beautiful singing (Hide & Seek was amazing), all fantastically organised by a great friend. Followed by fun drinks in a fun bar with a fun woman.
Pube. The one woman, one-to-one show at WoW where I undressed, washed my pubes and then cut some off to give to a woman who stuck them into a portrait of me.
Sue Perkins fucking up the start of her song. And Sandi saying ‘well it was shorter than I expected’
Singing on stage with 140 women and Sister Sledge to 2000 people, including Jude Kelly and Sandi Toksvig. Brilliant women and absolute idols. What an amazing night!
This traffic light in Wellington.
Retelling my day to my boyfriend. LEMONS!
Emails about pubic hair.
Three little things 