Archives for posts with tag: this is a vulva

Lovely messages from people who can see through her bullshit and think I’m doing a good thing.

Getting home early and being able to do those things I haven’t had time to do.

A night to myself. Home cooked food. Reading. Early night.

Spicy peanut noodles and bubble tea with Rosie, Jana and Ming. Such a lovely afternoon with them.

Dad telling me that I should sack off the flying ban for happiness and love.

My artwork arriving.

Rosie sticking up for me against my troll.

Also, another lovely message from someone who has found my page helpful.

Singing a feminist march song at choir.

Third date with Sean. More kissing. Lots more kissing.

The painting of a vulva done by a 13 year old, after she’d seen my Instagram.

Texting Sean for most of the day.

A good Period Party with drinks vouchers and a clicker and a 3D printed clitoris. One woman bought her pals along to celebrate her birthday.

The Gruffalo.

Flirty messages with Sean.

Even more lovely messages on my sex ed series. I’m so proud of myself.

Some Good Eggs lolz.

The happy dog barking as I ran to work. Just before it started snowing!

All the lovely comments from people on my Sex Education series. It really feels like I’m making a difference!

Feeling impressive and respected at the canal meeting. Plus it was nice to be in the sun even though it was very chilly.

Everybody’s Taking About Jamie.

Seeing Bianca Del Rio live in stage.

People are responding really well to my This Is Your series.

The Angry Page. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to find out funny but I did.

Spaghetti and pesto.

Vulva dungarees.

Working from home. Well…. Sometimes working from home.

Oh my god so many things ticked off my to do list today. So many vulva things that have been on there for ages. I feel so relieved.

Yoga. Stretchy breathy yoga.

Two more Period Parties and maybe an exhibition.

Finding two socks drying inside my trousers.

Terrible braggy travel stories on dating profiles.

Getting loads of vulva stuff done. The ‘This is your’ series and all the contract details for feminist societies. It feels really great to be getting some of this stuff done.

Next in Fashion, flat to myself, ironing.

A pain au raisin from Adam.

Ioana said lovely things about the Period Party AND offered to pay my travel expenses too.

Adam. I’m so glad he was in today. He stopped me from beginning completely overwhelmed and anxious.

Buying flowers for my hairdresser.

A bird tweeting as I meditated and the squirrel that ran and jumped up the fence on my way to work.

The clouds, again, but with a better photo today.

Creating my ‘This is your…’ series. It feels exciting to be doing something a bit different.

Stepping into the hot shower.

Leaping onto the train as the doors began to shut. Can’t believe I made it.

Getting my vulva cast in a lovely sunny studio.

Being in Brighton, walking along by the sea and remembering places I went with nan when I was a kid.

A message from someone on Instagram who said my feed has helped them feel more positively about their vulva.

Taking a little walk to kill time along the Thames, on some weird little back alley paths I’ve never walked on before.

Hearing Dr Jen Gunter on the Sliced Bread podcast about GOOP.

The tiny fluffy puppy jumping around the street.

This Little Light of Mine coming on just as I needed it.

Making a vulva with the Candid Collective. I didn’t want to go but I’m glad I did. My tablepals were lovely and I learnt about Sexplain. EDIT: one of my tablepals was a low level celeb that I watched on TV on loved and totally didn’t realise was him!

New face wash.

Charles. It felt like she was flirting.

The vulva cushion.

The sun rising up across the park as I walked to work. I also love all the moss along the railings of this park.

Doing two Yoga with Adriene’s. Including day 6 which was exclusively ab work.

Reading an article that quotes me.

A lovely group of sharing women for the Christmas Period Party.

Selling six vulvas to Jonny’s mate.

A lovely chat with a nice Uber driver.

An actual Period Party. With red and pink balloons, fruit and drinks. A pink cake, red flowers and my vulva making.

Giving Jo her advent calendar.

Seeing people look genuinely happy to have my vulva Christmas decorations.

Selling loads more vulvas.

Making origami ninja star advent calendars. The colours are lovely and it’s nice to do nice things for other people.

Getting a super lovely message from a woman about my page and how it’s helped educate her. So nice to hear.

More orders. This time to Australia. My vulvas are going everywhere.
Going back to sleep after I woke up.
Reading reading reading. All day.

Roasted green tea and fig jam.

A walk,a mug of tea and a vegan ginger cake with Jo. Plus the beautiful skies on the way home.

Selling lots of vulvas. It’s exciting!

Stickers!

New shoes! Hello All Birds.

The plant in the window is flowering. I didn’t expect that.

Such a productive day! Stickers, thank you notes, cleaning, yoga, sorting.

I mounted this little plant embroidery that I did a while ago.

Running for a few minutes, on the way to pick up the heater.

Looking at my nine growing tomatoes. And telling the Remainers about them.
My big pile of sewn vulvas. I’m getting there.
Mum sending me a photo of vegan coffee cakes. I feel a bit bad about not wanting to go this weekend after that. She loves seeing us and she loves feeding her family.

Dinner at Jen’s. Including a squash that tasted like honey.

Playing Geist Blitz

Watching the video of me at last night’s Period Party from City News.

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.

Bright yellow leaves. With little dogs sniffing around in them.

Yellow pillowcases, being dyed in my sink.

Pillows of cut offs and bits of felt from the vulvas. A mini (slow) production line.

Throwing orange at Jonathan for him to catch, spectacularly, in his mouth.

Waking up to discover I’ve sold out of all the vulvas.

Bloody Shame. The drink, not the period blood Liv had left there the week previously.