Archives for posts with tag: WEN

Ming sending me this, the Sheela Na Gig.

Making it to Liv’s branding workshop for WEN. I felt useful. And I didn’t feel intimidated by Katee. Quite the opposite in fact.

The smell of cigarette smoke taking me back to holidays in France with my parents, falling in love with gay men and smoking in the toilets.

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Homemade brownie from my housemate. The perfect day for that to happen. Thank you Ivan.

The WEN talk: what’s feminism got to do with the environment? I particularly loved Judy Ling Wong. 

My fabulous sister in law. Sending me positive messages about shit heads being shit and making shitty decisions.