Waffles... I am poor, and so is Payne, so London is out of the question (I cant afford to go to the UK Feminista Lobby Of Parliament on the 24th, which gives me a sad... I was going to take my mum to meet our MP and bend his ear together.) Sorry dude! if however you can make it to Southampton I have a camping bedroll with your name on it.
I have not been on much at all, I only really seem to check PeeDee on the bus internets atm, as I'm trying not to spend all my time online.
I'm going to group therapy, doing voluntary work, doing feminist activisty stuff when I can afford to get there, and I'm getting the hang of this whole crochet thing.. I realised how much I miss crafts, and how much of my ego/self-esteem is tied up with my ability to make stuff with my hands. I've got 6 granny squares for a blanket (only 82 more to go to make a decent sized one) and half a cowl done, and have ordered a whole bunch of more chunky yarn to make more cowl-type things as Xmas gifts for the women in my family. I will post pics of completed projects when I have completed them.) Not bad for someone who only started 11 days ago. it's doing more for my mental health than the therapy is, I'm pretty sure. Also i like how yarn based crafts and going to knitting socials is something that brings me into contact with older ladies. I've left the house more regularly on a week-to week basis in the last 3 weeks than i have since I went crazy in 2010.
The stress about the festering unhygenic horribleness that is the kitchen here has basically meant that I've not been feeding myself properly, or doing a grocery shop, because if I don't want to cook then there's no real point in getting food in. This has lead to ordering in junk food and my being too broke to do the things that I wanted, also I seem to have lost weight.
The home situation here is pissing me off, which is nothing new really. The biggest bugbear atm is that we told Stroppy Ginger housemate that he was gone come 1st of December, but he seems to be under the impression that he's getting a job and then going. Seeing as he's constantly fucking high there doesn't seem to be a job materialising on the horizon at all, and although it's hard to find a place without a job, I managed it when I applied myself to it, and also got more interviews in a month than Stroppy Ginger has managed in 8 months in the same period. Asshole made his bed in May with the yelling all up in my face and not apologising to me despite telling Payne that he felt bad about it and out of line, so motherfucker can fucking lie in it for all I care, because either he was lying to Payne, which is a dick move, or he's being disrespectful to me, which is Shit Which Shall Not Fly. That and he badmouthed a couple of my dead friends a couple of months ago, which was pretty fucking repellent. Empathy, it seems, is a quality he doesn't possess.
Some good news (for me anyway)! I've been asked by one of the biggest feminist blogs in the UK to write an 800 word article.
They do a feature occasionally called Song Of The Day, which focuses on music that has either a feminist outlook or concerns, and they liked my song choice, got back to me and now I have a decent outline of the kind of thing I would like to say about the track and artist in particular. I chose Better Man by Pearl Jam, which is about the dynamics of abusive relationships and domestic violence, and I am stoked to be able to combine my 18 year Pearl Jam fandom with feminism in writing. I shall be posting it here when it's published, although as I will be talking about my parent's relationship before their divorce I'm not sure if I should post under my really real name or just Pixie. Anyone have any thoughts on that? Dad isn't very internets savvy, so that's not really a worry. I'm leaning towards thoughts of if I try to get work with a refuge organisation or similar, that it would look good, but I feel more comfortable writing as Pixie on the intarwebs, always have done..
KAI! hope its not the beetus. Good luck with that shit, dude.
