thoughts and memories

The final stages of clearing out the loft revealed a batch of old T-shirts, kept for sentimental reasons – they were bought during my working life when I weighed 55kg (rather under 9 stone), rather than my current 67kg (ten and a half stone) so no longer really fit.

A couple of them caused me to think. In particular, the “Section 28” one, bought for the massive march in 1988, the occasion that prompted Ian McKellan to come out very publicly. In so many respects, there are parallels with the recent Supreme Court ruling on gender identity, not least that the press and popular media are whipping up hysteria which has the effect of making the ruling far broader and far-reaching than the words actually say. That means a climate of fear, with people massively scared to do even things which are legal, and whips up a (justified) fear verbal or physical violence against those who are being so publicly vilified.

I stand with my trans and NB friends and relatives, of course … how could I not?

Green Mount

The process of emotionally distancing my self from my mother’s house,  the place that has been “home” since 1962, over the last 11 months has been draining. My siblings and I have made endless difficult decisions about what furniture, accessories, and items of family memorabilia should be kept or disposed off. There have been skips, and I have taken one load of furniture over to Worcester with me already.

The house has now gone live on the market, though some viewings had already been arranged from the estate agent’s prospective client list. Seeing the listing has been unexpectedly helpful – the way the place has been arranged for “viewings” and the always-flattering professional photos reduces the place from a “home” to a “house”. So much of the stuff that gives a place meaning has been tidied or removed. But it is now a place of possibilities, and hopefully will inspire a new owner to love and cherish it in the way that we have done.
https://www.rightmove.co.uk/properties/161983274#/

the link has also been added to archive.org for future reference.

 

“Billy Houston”

Continuing to clear out the attic, rather slowly. I came across a carrier bag with a few copies of Vulcan and Euroboy – twink porn mags of the early 1990s. Certainly before 1994: buying such things was always a rarity, and stopped entirely when I moved to Scotland in the autumn of 1993. On the cover of one was “Billy Houston” a rather stunning young man who had fuelled my fantasies on many occasions. Curious, I looked him up to see what he is doing now …
Sadly, he’s gone totally off the rails. Joined the Aryan Brotherhood, currently serving life sentences for murders …  https://web.archive.org/web/20240303061212/https://tim1965.livejournal.com/1797446.html

When it comes to handsome young men, the gap between reality and illusion is frequently mind-boggling. Or perhaps I am just attracted to guys who I subconsciously pick up on as being disturbed and difficult.



 

unexpected delivery

I’m not used to the doorbell ringing for a delivery on a Sunday – especially Easter Sunday! It proved to be a magnificent bouquet of flowers, from my nibling, for my birthday tomorrow. They explain “I chose this bunch because it’s a selection of all the stems which didn’t quite fit in other bouquets … something I’m sure we can both empathise with!”

brrrr

A glorious clear dusk here, with the first stars twinkling above the trees. The forecast -5C overnight seems highly likely.

bits and bobs …

Thursday to Sunday was over at Green Mount, continuing the clearing process. Simon and Phoebe were also there. I do find it very stressful, though as an Aspie I probably don’t show it much, and it’s made worse by my sometimes-difficult relationship with my sister.

So, lots of mindless manual stuff on Sunday late afternoon/evening, which turned out to be de-frosting the fridge. Very much overdue! It was in a good – if rather empty – state for this lunchtime’s ASDA delivery. Today (Monday) was changing the bathroom heater from a very inadequate fan heater to an infra-red quartz one. Hopefully this will put a stop to walking into the bathroom to find that head-height was very hot but everything else was frigidly unheated! There are still the mounting holes for the previous heater to fill … i’m not sure if I currently have any filler, but looking for some will be a tomorrow job.

GAH!

I’ve been over visiting my mum in hospital – she had a stroke at the weekend, but is recovering slightly. As usual, the trip there and back the same day on the wretched Hitachi 800 trains has left me almost unable to walk – the seats seem specifically designed to wreak havoc on the spines of anyone over 5’9″ tall !

Blood test for me tomorrow morning, to try to find out why I’m still having shaking spells.

Not one of the better patches, really – still, it’s my annual holiday on the Broads next week, which will be much-needed break and relaxation. And tonight I struggled up the garden to pick the first home-grown lettuce (rather late, but I’ve had shop-bought to use up), to have with ciabatta rolls and salami. There was a quick munch on the first half-dozen raspberries while I was passing.

exhausted

I’ve agreed to print and fold 63,000 A5 double-sided “blue letters” for Carla Denyer in Bristol. She’s our best hope for a / an additional Green MP, so I’m pleased to help. 7,000 were done at the start of last weeks, and an additional 2,000 were collected on Friday. Slightly different artwork for the batch I’ve just finished – below is what 20,000 blue letters looks like! Only 34,000 to go. Still massive problems with te folding machine – it only does about 1-2,000 folds before giving up and needing the temporary fix of a wire through where the defective roller pin should go replaced.

Also, sadly, Mum was unresponsive when Sharon tried to wake her on Saturday, and was taken to JR. An MRI revealed a bleed on the brain – a stroke, in short. On Sunday she was apparently unresponsive while being washed, but – to the surprise of the medical team – came to when she heard Jane’s voice talking to the nurses. She’s apparently eating and drinking OK, and can speak in short sentences, very slowly. Per her advance directions, no major intervention is to take place: she’s on supportive care only. I’m going over tomorrow- rather earlier than usual, as I hope to be there when the doctor does their rounds.

I’m still very shaky on the least exertion. Feels like a massive adrenaline buzz, or like far too much caffeine. Blood test on Wednesday morning (12th).