Coloured tiles around image of type writer saying stories matter. Overlay with the title Story-Telling Creating Common Grounds
Over time, I have been asked multiple times why I do “that thing that I do”, referring to the blogging and why I’m writing about being transgender and autistic, here and on social media.The short answer is; because I can’t help it!The longer answer digs a bit deeper into a need for story-telling, starting with, but not limited to, my own. Which again can be boiled down to a strong belief, that if we just
Slipknot review
It’s a cold-hearted morning in the Northern region of old Viking realms. Through a foggy drizzle tears a grumpy gale and though I’m sheltered behind brick walls, looking out the windows, it’s not hard to picture the unwelcoming, harsh lands this once was. In other words, it’s a perfect morning to – finally – put on my head phones and put some words to the Slipknot album “We Are Not Your Kind” – onwards called
happy new year mother fudgers. Picture shows tired dog with funny hat. Rocking the Spectrum logo bottom center.
Okay ladies, lads and lassies, I honestly can’t remember the exact date of my last post, except – it’s been far too long. Actually so long, my Instagram is becoming more and more the go-to, if you want to know what’s up in this transgender, autistic mind of mine. I mean, what’s easy about Instagram is that it has a typo limit, so sooner or later (which to me mostly feels like sooner) it stops
DISCLAIMER: It has been brought to my attention that Adam Lambert in many interviews has stated that he rarely uses his falsetto. I use the word in this post because I felt it descriptive in terms of trying to communicate to others what I heard. I am NOT a music theorist so please be advised that if there are specific theoretical terms, view them for what they are: words from a layman trying in a
5 things I learned coming out as trans
I spent the summer of 2019 coming out to absolutely everyone as transman. Like everyone else coming out, I faced the initial fears of rejection, anger, disappointment and disbelief. I prepared myself for the worst – that I was going to continue my life more or less alone. Needless to say, I was scared shitless. The thought of continuing my life as a woman, however, scared me more. Today I will share with you 5