tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-51575035305716098052011-09-10T13:16:16.123+01:00Shazbathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767242620835390902noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157503530571609805.post-84909351441424115792010-12-13T19:46:00.002Z2010-12-13T20:35:55.707Z

Well, I knew I was rubbish at updating. And it appears that it has been a year and a half since the last post. Naturally, things have changed since then! Although now I think about it, not much. I have the same job, and live in the same house. I still like pirates. I still have two wildly ungrateful feline housemates. I still live with my beloved J, only now instead of genderqueer, he identifies

Shazbathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767242620835390902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157503530571609805.post-8941947327500757032009-06-08T20:21:00.006+01:002009-06-09T23:02:20.116+01:00

As ever, I am more than a little rubbish at updating. I mean, I go out, I meet people, I talk about stuff, and I think to myself "I have thoughts on this, which I would like to share. I shall blog tonight." And then I come home, and Sir Dickie and Moyah miaow at me and demand cuddles, or J demands cuddles (less with the miaowing though), or I go and dig the allotment and think of a really really

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After a lengthy period with no interweb, I am online again! With plenty to say, natch. Saw a Judith (Jack) Halberstam lecture (and once again made a twit of myself), moved house, met people, saw Lynee Breedlove (zomg, what a treat for the eyes and ears and funnybone), saw Jean Genet on the same night (queer electro-punk pop, highly recommended), and went on a little road trip with my mum and my

Shazbathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767242620835390902noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157503530571609805.post-68453476772453138782009-02-02T19:22:00.003Z2009-02-03T12:58:53.704Z

So, for my work, I occasionally read journal articles. A pretty random selection of subjects, but one of the most interesting is neurology. I don't understand a lot of the finer scientific nuancess. I'm not a neurologist, and I haven't studied science since my Chemistry, Biology and Physics A-levels (I went on to do English Lit, mixed with feminism and queer theory - go figure). However, I am a

Shazbathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767242620835390902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157503530571609805.post-21260023959702464972008-12-08T17:57:00.003Z2008-12-08T18:49:06.898Z

Yesterday, I mentioned Kelly Telesford (and misspelled her name, apologies). I was going to write a bit more, but felt that firstly, it wasn't directly on-topic, and secondly, that she deserves her own post. I am pretty behind the curve on this one - her case has already been covered by many women more qualified and articulate than me. However, this is, sort of, my point. These are all

Shazbathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767242620835390902noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157503530571609805.post-4161697915156369742008-12-07T17:22:00.007Z2008-12-08T18:05:44.011Z

Some time ago, I read a story in the Mail (relax - it was on a pub table, and I only read it to practice rational argument whilst angry), about a man who had been fired from Relate, for refusing to give gay couples psychosexual counselling on account of his Christian faith. I didn't really think I'd hear anything more about it. I did have a conversation with J in the pub, about whether we'd

Shazbathttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08767242620835390902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5157503530571609805.post-12835309662413094002008-12-06T16:20:00.007Z2008-12-09T18:47:33.592Z

So here I am, dipping my toe into the great blogpool. My very first post in a great wide world full of interesting people writing fascinating posts and articles. Out there somwhere, people make livings out of this, avid followers hanging on their every word (I know - I am one of these), and putting together great communities, full of supportive and positive people, sharing ideas, art, theory,

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