That Time I Thought I Had Genital Warts HPV+ 

That Time I Thought I Had Genital Warts

Back when I thought I was going to have sex again I got myself STI tested. I hadn’t had sex in four and a half years, nor had I experienced symptoms for genital warts or anything else, but I always make every new partner get themselves tested before they can touch me. I always get tested, too. I hate condoms. I’m on the pill. Let’s just get the tests out of the way, so we can fuck like bunnies and live happily ever after. (Or not.) I filled in a…

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Sexual Harassment Opinions 

Sexual Harassment

Trigger warning: sexual harassment, groping. As a woman, I’ve experienced my fair share of sexual harassment in the thirty-something years I’ve been around. Catcalls from men hanging out of van windows as I walked home from school in uniform. Getting my ass grabbed in nightclubs and bars by all and everyone with a dick. That one guy who locked me in his room and refused to let me go until I fucked him again… I’m used to sexual harassment. Uncomfortably familiar with it. Well-versed in smiling nicely whilst also trying…

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Graves' Disease Diagnosis Graves' Disease 

Graves’ Disease Diagnosis: My Journey

Imagine this: You’re living your life, minding your business, when suddenly your body decides to stage a hostile takeover. Your heart’s racing like it’s training for a marathon you didn’t sign up for, your hands are shakier than your Wi-Fi signal, and your things feel… weird. Welcome to the thrilling and utterly unexpected rollercoaster that is my Graves’ disease diagnosis, where my thyroid has become the main character in my newest medical drama.

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I Got High and Live-Blogged My Smear HPV+ 

I Got High and Live-Blogged My Smear

I’ve been a right dickhead and ignored my smear for ages. I should’ve been on one-to-three yearly smears because I tested high-risk HPV-positive, had CIN3, then had to have LLETZ, but I’ve avoided it all for seven whole years. I’m an absolute dickhead, aren’t I? Queen of the dickheads. To be fair, when you’re as depressed as I was, avoiding cancer (and just taking care of yourself in general) is really not a high priority. But I can’t avoid my smear any longer. I have *SYMPTOMS*. I don’t want to…

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The Tweets I Didn’t Send 2019

I recently delved into my drafts on Twitter for the first time in a very long time (like, forever) and found some absolute crackers that I thought I might share with you before I delete them. These were things I didn’t feel brave enough to say, changed my mind about saying, couldn’t say because of shitty signal (I’m assuming), and various other unknown reasons. I know it says 2019 in the title, but there’s a good chance that some of these have been sat there for a good few years. …

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Bear Mental Health 

Six Months

I haven’t had sex with my boyfriend for over six months. (It’s still Bear, by the way.)  Fuck me (literally). I said it. I actually said it. That’s the first time I’ve actually acknowledged it. Sat down, worked it out, jotted it down.  Six months. I bet you’re wondering what the fuck happened? Yes, well, so am I.  It started with me …  I was depressed. Very depressed. Couldn’t even get in the shower, brush my hair, or clean my teeth-depressed. But we’ll talk about that another time. Getting back…

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Bear Mental Health 

Why Won’t I Let Him Touch Me?

My sex drive has entirely changed over the last few years. I probably should have warned you before diving in with something like that. Sorry. But depression, anxiety, and stress has probably had a huge part to play in the whole bonkers libido business, as well as going self-employed, quitting my job, bouncing from one highly inappropriate man to the next, the cervical cancer scare, the bowel cancer scare, and then going through the Brown Eyes saga. I’m not totally devoid of a sex drive these days but something has…

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