A FEW THOUGHTS ON “SINGLE SEX SPACES”

In my last post on the ever-wearying trans debate I said I would return to the issue of single sex spaces. Here goes: I am going to start with Blackpool Football Club and an apology to any Seasiders fans who may be reading this as I am going back to a time in their club’s history that they do not remember fondly. That is the … Continue reading A FEW THOUGHTS ON “SINGLE SEX SPACES”

Roe v Wade – A Wider View

I have a friend, let’s call her Sarah. Some years ago Sarah was trapped in an abusive relationship, emotionally abusive and not physically I understand. This relationship left her with deep seated feelings of worthlessness and, as so often in abusive relationships, a perception that she had to stay with her abuser because no one else would have her. She did not deserve better. At … Continue reading Roe v Wade – A Wider View

New Year – Getting My Mojo Back

Finally a New Year post. I have been a bit busy you see, with postgraduate study and general post-pandemic fatigue. So I have been quiet here. I wasn’t only generally world weary but sex weary, kink weary and even football weary, But that, as they day, is a different story. Frankly if you had had to watch West Bromwich Albion for most of this season … Continue reading New Year – Getting My Mojo Back

I Can Check Out Any Time But…..

“Hotel rooms inhabit a separate moral universe.” – Tom Stoppard I have broken a mirror in a hotel room, the consequence of a hard, brutal fuck on a table. I have checked out of a hotel after two hours leaving the white bed sheets covered in chocolate after playing with a Cadbury’s Flake. I have conducted affairs in hotel rooms, I have met strangers for … Continue reading I Can Check Out Any Time But…..

In The Frame

“Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever… it remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.” – Aaron Siskind I have always had an ambivalent attitude to photographs of me. For many years the only one I liked was one of me in the bath aged about 6 months, looking very happy and about … Continue reading In The Frame

Remembering The Rollers

On Easter Monday I went walking in The Stiperstones, lonely rugged hills in the west of Shropshire, not far from the Welsh border. Birmingham, only 50 miles away to the east, could be in another universe, it is so quiet and remote here. The Horseshoe Inn, currently closed and up for sale, is in a wonderful location, its beer garden on the banks of the … Continue reading Remembering The Rollers