bee 🐝

A photo of a red Labrador with a pink collar stood next to a fence and a potted plant. She looks very happy’

a very happy dog to bless your feeds today x

research call out 📢

I’m looking for participants for my University of Sheffield MA dissertation which is aiming to look at selfies taken from the bed by people with a chronic health condition and/or disability whilst resting or pacing.

if you are interested please email: bhgibson1@sheffield.ac.uk

research call out 📢

I’m looking for participants for my University of Sheffield MA dissertation which is aiming to look at selfies taken from the bed by people with a chronic health condition and/or disability whilst resting or pacing.

if you are interested please email: bhgibson1@sheffield.ac.uk

co-opting the language of feminism to exclude and discriminate against trans women isn’t feminism btw! it’s just thinly-disguised hatred & bigotry that has absolutely zero place in any feminism or everyday life in general

think I’ve almost finished writing my wonderful friends wedding poem which is a very cool thing to get to do ?? isn’t life lovely sometimes

Three texts in a row saying “I ain’t listening to all that” “I’m happy for u tho” “or sorry that happened”

said the word “capitalism” in a sentence and my sister went on a big rant about how I always have use big words to link everything back to society .. okay gurl

sometimes I open my notes app and ask “did I write a poem” and no I didn’t

went twenty-eight years without a uti but I fear my time may have come. not very nice is it huh

the more I interrogate our views and my own experiences of sickness, the more I begin to ask myself and read from others—what ways of knowing does being sick provide us? what does it teach us about survival, about community, power, resistance, care?

I’ve viewed the digital world as an escape from my body—symptoms dulled into submission or to be distracted from. but i am realising that I can’t leave my body behind—my digital practice, my writing, is informed by sickness. & sickness can change the way we think, organise and act—a knowledge tool.

I was very lucky to have a poem of mine included here. you can go download and read for free!

although I think the requirement of biocertification to be deemed worthy of care is fucked, that western medicine’s need for diagnosis for bodies that are inherently fluid & unstable is often unnavigable—I’m glad to have an appt with the ME clinic soon so that what is happening has at least a name

if Sunday was a person, my fear-of-conflict arse would absolutely fight it. my body without a doubt always feels extremely heavy and everything is a struggle. absolutely cursed day

A photo of the inside of a book with bees writing and a drawing of a woman in high heels. The writing says ‘if you want to know the biggest secret of my life come + ask me I might even tell you. Might MIGHT!!! Doesn’t mean I will though. Because it is embarrassing only a few people know!”

quite frankly dying to know what ‘the biggest secret of my life was’ at 9 (?) years old when I wrote in this book

happy Valentine’s Day to everyone in love, ur very cute and everyone’s posts are very sweet !! but also to me, the girl who finally just deleted all her dating apps because as much as being in love sounds nice and all, I know I’m not in a place to meet people off the apps. yay for self awareness ❣️❣️

This sounds amazing!

I’ve been struggling to articulate why I like to use the term ‘sick’ and I think this does a great job at explaining it:

📃 Touch Me, I’m Sick: Hysterical Intimacies| Sick Theories - Margeaux Feldman

rachel reeves isn’t stupid. she *knows* a huge number of people are either too physically or mentally ill to meet the demands of work. she *knows* disability benefit fraud is a minuscule sum, effectively 0%. she’s just a scapegoat-seeking sadist happy to kill off disabled people

you know that feeling where everyone is talking at once and you feel like your head is going to actually explode. don’t recommend

outing myself as a person who is bad at things on my latest substack:

open.substack.com/pub/ourchaot...

omg no thank you! 💓

one of the only self-help books I’ve read that has me feeling validated rather than a lazy lump for not doing everything lmao!!

Deserves repeating.

The Day of Our Divorce Hearing you treated me to lunch, a spaghetti place. We had never been so kind to each other. When you said I'm still a slob we laughed. After lunch we stood in the parking lot. You said, You have the last word but I said, No, I'm tired of being the one who sums things up. You get the last word. But you couldn't think of one. So off you went to our silver car, I to our red one. It's three years later. And even that's just a story now. Lately I don't feel as if I lived with you. But I remember our kindness that day, when it no longer mattered.

This poem made me stop in my tracks.

currently reading this and it’s lovely!

Eee thank u im obsessed !

A photo of bee in a pink net shirt tucked in to some green tartan trousers

working on building my trouser collections and these are some nice fun ones to add to the mix (thank u lucy & yak for comfy trousers that fit fat babes)

me at my expected masters graduate date this year (just been allocated my diss supervisor 🤭)

hannah: I’m taking a photo act normal

me: yes yes that I can do

me:

but being honest about pain also means talking about the discolouration the world takes on. I do not want to shy away from the reality of it, but I also do not want to internalise an ableism that decides my narrative. I want my narrative to be true, and also cognisant of the before/after comparisons