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2016.

In case you're bored of seeing all your friends having a wonderful time / Xmas / life in comparison to yours... here's my self indulgent round up:

Reclaim the power

It's in my nature to try and search for the silver lining we are told every cloud promises.

I feared Trump's victory since visiting America a few months ago and realising how many people did not see him as a credible threat. So I've had a few months to get my shovel out and start digging for some solace in the inevitable.

I know today is full of anger and fear, but please try to come with me for a minute, because we are going to need all the candles we can find in these dark times.

No

When you treated my "No" like a negotiable currency
You disrespected wombs which grew men.
Our ancestors remember behaviour like yours.
I pray your daughter never has to.

It's a date

A needle pierced your beautiful flesh
scoring ink under your skin
to commit your life to another woman.

The only legacy I ever want to leave on your body
is stretch marks on your heart.

Vegans? We've gotta talk.

And I don't mean shout. I mean talk.

Let me state this clearly, because I fear you are not going to hear it, however factual it may be: I support you. I think the moral, ethical and consumer choices you make are the correct ones for the care of all creatures and the planet. I commend your dedication. I think you are right.

But the messaging has gone astray. Really astray. This hostile aggression and attitude of food shaming is serving no one. Except possibly some really over priced restaurants.

A penny drop of freedom

Trigger warning: sexual violence, abuse and self indulgence.

My desire to prefix this blog with an apology is almost unbearable. But I am trying to unlearn apologising with every breath and so forgive me if I just plough on. If the issues raised here do not affect you, you will probably feel this is utterly self indulgent and sympathy-seeking to write, but on the off-chance there is someone out there who may have their healing speeded a little by these words, to you, I write.

On flags and indignation and guilt tripping

Facebook is awash with Tricolour faces I have to squint to see, which feels darkly emblematic right now. This morning my mind started roaming about how I would feel if anything so horrific happened here in the UK. Would the rest of the world know that the Union Jack seems to have been hijacked as a symbol of racist extremism in this country? Is that the same everywhere?

Three simple things you can do to help refugees

I have seen a few articles doing the round about what practical action you can take to help refugees. Though they seem to be well written and well intentioned, I could not help but feel there are a few key things missed off the list. Yes donating cash, time and resources may help the immediacy, but how can we prevent this being a repeating story? I think there are three key things you can do to help.

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