Archives for posts with tag: women


A lunch time walk with the WEN women. That was a really nice connection.

Walking down a beautiful new street. Saw a huge wooden bird in a window.

New No Such Thing As A Fish podcasts on the bus. Really made me laugh.

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Beautiful Ronda. Big bridges, great views and reading in parks.

Singing Taylor and Justin together as we drove back to the finca. Happy women vibes.

Ping pong spaff. 


Walking past the Women of World War II memorial

Power ballads and Drake. And the resulting chair dancing.

Dinner and drinks with Georgie.

My first bubble tea. Served by a hilarious and lovely man.

Georgie saying lovely things about me. And Liam too apparently.

Walking to Holborn (as usual) and singing Call Your Girlfriend the whole way.

Oh and I ordered my new phone.

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All the free food and drink. Ugh I ate so much.
Getting our face on a beer bottle.
Spending a night with two of my best female friends. It was so nice to talk about vaginas and sex.

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This. I wish it was for sale.
The first person over the Clifton Suspension Bridge was a woman who ‘picked up her skirts’ and raced off, beating a man across by a few yards.
Being outside and walking through bright green, breathing fresh air and seeing fallen blossom.

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Remembering my dream last night, a completely random story that involved a HUGE spurt of sperm onto the ceiling. And was in no way sexy.
Starting off the day with some Beyoncé. Empowered, angry and independent.
The group of joyful, laughing, vibrant women who sat and chatted for ages. One reminded me of my favourite cousin.

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Huge lemons. The one on the left is a regular to large size lemon. The other one is massive!
Giggling over wine with women.
Walking home, walking tall, walking proud.

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Listening to Beyonce’s new song, Grown Woman, on repeat and dancing around with no clothes on, feeling positive about my wobbly bits, hairy bits and spotty bits

…which probably had something to do with finding this site. A Beautiful Body Project by Jade Beall. A wonderful idea. I can’t wait to see the book

Reading about farting out cum after anal sex on Vagenda. So unexpected and made me laugh so much I had a few tears in my eyes.

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A bit in the book I’m reading made me smile (I want to say ‘out loud’ for some reason) on the tube

Discovering the brilliantly funny Hadley Freeman and Sara Pascoe at the Book Slam in Clapham

I realised that my journey home and my boyfriends journey home would mean our arrivals into the tube station would be pretty close. As I got off one tube I craned my neck searching for him, gathering some odd looks. He wasn’t there. As I got on the next, a second tube load of people arrived and rushed across the platform. Again I craned my head, searching. Again, looking a bit weird. Again, I couldn’t see him. As we pulled away I realised that there he was, less than a meter in front of me, with a large man inbetween us. I tried to catch his eye by smiling madly and waggling my head (yes, still getting strange looks) but it wasn’t until we got off that I managed to get to him. A lovely walk home together followed. With no funny looks.