Transpose Halloween Edition. I had the pleasure to perform at…

CN Lester displays the manly side of the gender binary

The girly half of the gender binary

It wasn't full moon, but Kat is still a werewolf regardless.

Having fun with corsets!
Transpose Halloween Edition.
I had the pleasure to perform at Transpose at their Hallowe’en edition. I felt right at home as soon as I walked across the sticky floors of the University of London’s Student Union bar. CN Lester had provided some sparkly vegan pumpkin cookies, which were yummy. I met up with Sandra Alland, who I hadn’t seen in years, and Kat Gupta who is always fun and full of energy (plus they had a brilliant werewolf tee-shirt!)
The event started with some wonderful songs from CN Lester.
I read a story about a singer who was born a woman but dresses like a man as part of their performance. When they start living as a man, they find little in the way of acceptance until they start to embrace the fluid nature of themselves.
There was also a story with a great take on a kelpie; a re-imagining of the Little Mermaid, and a film and poetry readings that were brilliant. Towards the end of the evening there was an auction to raise funds for TENI. I had to leave before the band finished it all off, but I had a fab time.
Transpose was a fantastic night, and I am already looking forward to the next one in February 2014.
“Bisexuality does exist, it is not a fiction, nor is it a phase”, my key message to Civil Service equality conference
Stephen Fry’s call to arms – why the IOC must act on Russia
In memory of Harvey Milk – defending principles, fighting prejudice
On being bisexual – my appearance on Radio 4
The Right to be confused.
Part 4: The Pathologization of Homosexuality, and a little bit of Kinsey.
Equal marriage: why we need equal civil partnerships too
Hysterectomy: a beginning
I almost forgot:
I no longer have a womb.
When I come crying out hard;
Swearing “Fuck!” to the ceiling,
My cunt tightens, implodes under my fingers.
The space where my womb used to be
Becomes a vacuum.
Nature may hate it, but I don’t.
For every time I come I feel a spark:
A flicker of life in my innermost parts.
Something is growing. Something moves.
I squeeze my eyes shut. I imagine a bloom
Of pure energy.
Drawn out of pleasure,
A hopeful alien life reaches out.
A concept that nobody spoke of,
Until they took my cervix and my womb
To save my life;
To give me something new.
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Life after a hysterectomy? Yes.
Sexual desire after a hysterectomy? Yes
Mind-altering orgasms after a hysterectomy? Hell Yes!

