Archives for posts with tag: this is a vulva

I keep writing turd not turf. And it makes me laugh. A lot.

A woman made a play that mentions me. So I went to go see it. And it was good!

Garlic shots, churrus and drinks with Jana and Charlie.

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The new river walk with the tiny fluffy birds.

Chatting with a happy Jonny, as I did his ironing.

Lots of vulva business admin. New email, updated shop, new designs. The works.

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…

Flurries of emails at the end of the day. The exciting bit of a project when everything feels possible!

Going to lie in the park after work, reading in the sun.

An evening of watching Jonny play Assassin’s Creed and messing about on Instagram, singing stupid things to each other.

I’m in Spanish Vogue.

My cousin walking in in her cycling shorts, going to get changed and coming back still in her cycling shorts.

He text. When I thought maybe he wouldn’t.

Cutesie texts from James that made me happier than it really should have.

The vulva workshop. Such a lovely small group with really great conversations and some good laughs.

The beautiful pink clouds and blue sky as I walked home.

This shop sign.

The photos from Leorgie’s wedding. Jonny jumping, cake cutting, photo bombing and speech giggles.

Having a ridiculously popular Instagram post. Over 3,000 likes so far. PB.

The pink blossom under the streetlight outside the library.

Finishing my book in the library.

Walking walking walking walking.

Meeting the Mothership and getting regular vulva workshops and an exhibition!

Cheese. I ate cheese and it was delicious.

Women sharing their love letters to their vulvas.

Giving myself time to put everything away calmly and as slowly as I wanted.

Smiling in the Uber on the way home, feeling proud of myself for raising another £302 for Bloody Good Period and for bringing sex and vulva positivity to another room of people.