Nonsensical Simplicities of a Complex Mind

Today is Pride day in the city that I live and the 3rd year I would have attended it. This year I attend with my wife and some of her family. We'll walk the parade and maybe go to the pub after, then in the evening Wife and I will go to a Drag Show. I'll be very tired tomorrow. But that's not what this post is about. If you asked Naomi at age 16 if she needed Pride, she would have likely said: "No, I am proud to be who I am but it is not my entire identity." But would go along to Pride events regardless. Little did she know that only two years later she would be lying on the floor of a hotel bedroom, pissed as a fart, shouting how much she loves being a Lesbian. A thing that actually happened And she's not wrong, I do definitely love being a lover of Ladies (all manner of female-presenting folks, but that's a different kettle of fish). But I believe I need Pride now more than I ever have. There was a period of time in my life where I felt quite...

I have recently rediscovered this blogger account through reading the hilarious musings of my Line Manager, post tough mudder type 5k marathon thing. Thankfully there are no cringe-worthy posts from a younger me that have just been rotting away in public view. I made this blog when I was around 15 so you can imagine the kind of content an edgy teenager would write. Actually, I'll show you. I found this wonderful gem hanging out in my drafts... Even including a moody black and white photo Examining the photo, this was probably drafted one late night during my first year of uni. Clearly trying to be some romantic brooding starving artist type. Though I do want to reach into the past, grab myself by the shoulders and yell at my past-self to NOT LEAVE PAINT BRUSHES SITTING IN THE WATER JAR. People go on about how naive they were as youngins but I still own those brushes, with their forever bent fibres and feel I was the definition of naive. The only visible ghost of the past...