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As I've said since the beginning of this nightmare, transphobia is inextricable from ableism. They are the same mechanism producing the same results for the same reason. Any disabled people throwing their lot in with transphobes are sowing the seeds of their own destruction.

Be safe today everyone who's going to Glasgow to counter the fascists. In their speaker lineup they've got two outright neo-Nazis and a 13 year old child in the first four. They've got wild antisemites, people who think Hitler was right and that woman who flashed children in the Scottish Parliament.

The new Prime Minister has set up 'No 10 North', which I'm not opposed to but also...

I'd be screaming through the night too if I was forced to live next to Andrew Tate.

Apparently we have to have the 'translation, esp from long-dead languages, is an act of cultural creation, not a 1:1 cypher, and the eg. C18th German or 1960s UK versions of the Odyssey are no 'purer' or less informed by biases and culture of translators than recent interpretations' fight again.

I finally got a poem written last night that's been percolating since about two weeks after my SCAD (weird heart attack). I've had the first line and a couple of images for ages but it all clicked together at last in circle at 2am. Yay for weird poetry friends who create space.

When my pal posted this in the group chat my jaw dropped. This description is going to haunt me. What kind of person reads Catcher In The Rye and thinks 'what a clever young man having a nice day out'? I understand people not hating him as much as I do but actually loving him terrifies me.

My current top app desire is a No AI setting. I want to be able to tick something that says don't give me any results which use AI, don't offer me AI tools, don't replace search with AI prompting.

I'm 45 and when awful things are happening I still just really want my mum. Not being able to call her and ask her advice or hear her voice or go home for a hug makes the bad stuff so much worse. It was her birthday yesterday. I miss her.

If you're in the UK, and particularly if you're in Scotland, and have donated blood before please could I ask you to consider donating platelets as a matter of urgency.

Tonight at the Lemon Tree! Come see incredible poetry (and support the scene so your friendly local poets (me) get more national opportunities 😉) Loud Poets are always worth the trip - they are so good at curating a range of styles and topics. Even people who think they don't like poetry enjoy it.

I have too many opinions about too many things and every time I try to start talking about one, fifteen others jump in with points, so I just give up. I was also born to be annoyingly earnest instead of cool and snarky so I can't just post two-line takedowns and be happy. Brains suck.

Poetry people: I'm losing my mind. I remember a story, back in the 90s I'm pretty sure, about a woman who wrote a poem about dealing with officialdom when her husband died. The last two lines were something like 'He asks "are you the widow?" Could he not have asked "were you the wife?"' 1/

To everyone rejoicing in Tartan Army posts about Scots at the World Cup, here's why we love seeing our people being celebrated. This is the coverage Scots get in UK media. The Economist is 'respectable'. Whatever the paywalled article actually says, this is the header they chose.