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Cofiwch Dryweryn england-cool

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Cake day: March 15th, 2021

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  • I’ve never been the Africa but I’ve read and been told by people who have, that they absolutely loved President Bush there. Now China and Russia are there trying to take credit for our hard work and cause the continent to spiral again.

    How can you be so out of touch with the world and still speak with the utmost confidence. Western aid has always been a poison chalice, exchanging meagre support in crises the West created in return for handing over control of their natural resources.

    Look at the shit they helped Monsanto do to Burkina Faso’s agriculture and tell me again that the US helped Africa. Look at how Bill Gates undermined malaria eradication. Tell me what countries own gold mines in Africa. You bled them dry and expect loyalty in return.

    smuglord-ass infantilising dicks.










  • I'm most of my way through a long, stuffy train ride here will be some of my musings.

    Shrewsbury station is a haunted place, not by the supernatural but by the changing intentions of the society it exists within. Each generation since its construction has grafted something onto its husk for which it wasn’t designed. The decorative skirting around the windows and doors are now topped with menacing spikes, a reminder that architecture must now be hostile both to man and beast. Nothing can live here. Also, the whole place smelt like piss. 3/10

    Gobowen station is literally just a train platform in a rundown field. 10/10 no notes.

    Chirk station has flowers everywhere, there’s a mural in the shelter that is presumably the platonic ideal of a Welsh valley. All this fails to distract me from the placename sounding like how a toff might pronounce chick. 8/10


  • The good:

    • I took a picture of myself last week and it didn’t make me feel completely terrible.

    • I’m gonna be starting voice training again.

    The bad:

    • I still don’t know what fuck-ups are keeping me from my HRT, doctor at the gender clinic says I shoulda heard back months ago, but also hasn’t had word of me not attending the initial appointment to talk about prescriptions so it seems the local gender team forgot about me or something. She’s asking around but, it looks like I gotta go knock some heads again (metaphorically).

    The meh:

    • I’m outta town for most of this week, so if the WGS tries to contact me via housephone (I’ve told 'em not to but they still do on occasion) there’s probably gonna be some confusion from whoever answers the phone.




  • CW: transphobia

    So my dad’s cis but really outspoken about trans rights (and queer rights in general) which has led to him arguing with all sorts of reactionaries in, like, Facebook groups and shit.

    His go to arguement has been to demand the transphobes prove he’s a man and then poke holes in whatever proof they suggest as they grow increasingly flustered and run out of arguments. After which he’ll hit 'em with a line about how all they’ve got is his word on it and that’s all that should matter.

    And, well, I’ve had a hard time of it recently with transphobia so it’s been cathartic seeing him just verbally steamroll these dickheads, laughing the entire time.

    Shame the extended family are kinda a nightmare about their transphobia (so bad that I’m not going to out myself to them 'till I have, like, at least an entire country between myself and them), 'cos it’s nice having supportive parents.




  • There was this PSA film that I was shown in school when I was a little one. I can’t remember what it was about, only something that happened close to the end.

    These two women are arguing in the middle of a street with your typical PSA quality acting, and then one of them swings for the other. I guess she was just supposed to be knocked over by the punch but instead she does a 360 degree spin and spreads her arms out so she falls in the middle of the road, posed like Jesus on a crucifix. To this day I have to bite my tongue around Catholics 'cos I see the little Jesus (jesuses? jesi? Jeese? Jesopods?) on their necklaces and get flashbacks to that over-acted punch on start to lose it.