My cousin came to the Period Party. I’d totally forgotten she was coming.
Sarah’s talking vulva.
People leaving, saying such lovely things about learning new information and how much they enjoyed it.
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The man on the bus who told me we were in Finsbury Park because he’d overheard me asking when I got on. So sweet I wanted to cry.
Ruby’s pleasure talk. Meeting a woman who had seen me at WOW, in both capacities. And a woman who had drawn me naked. And realising I don’t need to be like Ruby, I can be by myself.
Walking along the canal in the sun after work. Sitting on a bench, watching a cat watch me from inside a canal boat.
Discovering new storage areas in the basement. And the creepy Scottish puppets dolls down there…
Three little things 