BiCon lets down People Of Colour. Again…

BiCon lets down People Of Colour. Again…

Collaborative Post: First section credit to “Jaime Starr:  https://twitter.com/femme_jaime Privileged people ONLY: please donate to Jaime’s PayPal to support their work”   BiCon is paying bi people of colour to speak at this year’s virtual BiCon. I don’t recommend anybody work with them – they’ve fucked bi people of colour over in systemic racist ways … Continue reading BiCon lets down People Of Colour. Again…
Men too

Men too

TW: Rape, Sexual Assault, Sexual Harassment, blackmail, childhood trauma, sexualisation of children, relationships and sex, abuse.   I struggled to title this in a way that wasn’t completely misleading and not intrusive to certain movements. It is...
The skin I live in

The skin I live in

CW: Mental Health, Mental Illness, Eating Disorders, Mental/Emotional Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Toxic Masculinity TW: Weight, Body Image, Body Dysmorphia, Mental Abuse, Abusive Slurs and Cusses, Familial Issues and Parental Problems. No, I’m not writing...
Tattoo reads, “When words become inadequate, I shall be content…

Tattoo reads, “When words become inadequate, I shall be content…



Tattoo reads, “When words become inadequate, I shall be content with silence”.


There are words waiting: a poem


My fingers, pink side up

Hold stories made of gestures, 

Signs and twirls.

The whorls 

Of each fingerprint start a chapter, a Sign Language tale.

Violence made me mute when I was younger;

It still returns as an adult - the silence

I surrender

To a fractured part inside my soul.

Another name, another author

Of my life takes hold.

And when I stare at my palms, the lines,

So fractured, divides

Into several paths, many lives

I have carried:

A library of personalities tallied.

My fingers move, my body remembers

Trees towering above me

And a book burning

As another part of me rises from the embers.

Touch-starved, but don’t touch me.Trigger Warning: Sexual…

Touch-starved, but don’t touch me.Trigger Warning: Sexual…



Touch-starved, but don’t touch me.

Trigger Warning: Sexual abuse

Consent means a lot to me; as a survivor of abuse and violence, there have been far too many times in my life when I was touched without my permission.  Touching used to be the start - invasive fingers and sexual organs being forced on me often followed next.  Abusive people look like ordinary folks, because they are.  There are few abusers who look like monsters from horror stories - they are people who live next door, who stand beside you at the bus stop, and who live with you under the same roof.

I have had no voice in the past.  Selective Mutism and fear of additional punishment usually meant I knew I could never say “No,” and even if I did try to stop them, my actions and my pleas were ignored.

I have a voice now.  When an adult comes toward me with arms wide open, hands raised, my mind, fractured and scarred from twenty years of abuse, doesn’t think ‘hug’.  My mind thinks ‘DANGER’.  I am touch starved, but it doesn't mean I want people touching me without permission.  I want to be asked, “Would you like a hug?” Or “May I hug you?”  And I want my answer to be respected.  For there is a small part of me - a frightened child who takes over when I am distressed.  I freeze, my voice changes, and I get prepared to strike back.  All of that changes if my consent is asked for first.  Yet it seems impossible for many people to understand that.  

Here in the U.K, people are usually quite reserved.  But I’ve noticed that when it comes to those perceived as women, especially if black, we don’t get to have a say in how we are touched.  We are presumed to be open and here for everyone’s use, but never for our own.  This needs to change right now.  So the next time you want to express affection or joy toward another person, ASK THEM FIRST.  Consent isn’t just about sex.  Consent before embracing, bear hugging or picking someone up and swinging them around with joy, may seem needlessly polite to you.  But that’s the thing - it isn’t just about you.  Consider the other person who may have emotional/mental/physical issues that make it a bad idea.  Show you can be a good friend to them.  Ask them first.

Zine: That doesn’t happen to black kids!

Zine: That doesn’t happen to black kids!

Zine: That doesn't happen to black kids!:

I decided to put the complete zine on surviving child abuse up on this blog for free.  You can download, print and read it.  You can also repost it with Credit to Jacq Applebee.

There is a massive trigger warning – abuse on this zine.  Please be gentle with yourself whilst and after you read it.

Why free?  Survivors of childhood abuse (especially People of Colour) are more likely to experience poverty.  I usually sell this zine, but it is too important a subject for me to keep aside for those able to buy it.  Plus, with many of my followers living outside the U.K, postage costs are prohibitive.  So I hope everyone gets something out of this free resource.

All the best,

Jacq 2016