365 Prompt: December 13 2017


Whispering words

Hidden behind cupped hands;

Behind closed doors.

Words that contain truths

Lies and stories of deceit.

They can harm

But they can also reveal

Stories that need to be told.



365 Prompt: December 12 2017


Jeremy’s mother always told him you could tell a lot about a person from their socks.

Whether they were practical (plain black or a colour that went with nothing you owned);

Their income (expensive socks that lasted more than one wash or cheap ones that went fluffy straight away);

Whether they were fun or not (again, plain versus patterned)

And to his mother, the most important thing of all, whether they were rebellious (crazy socks worn with a suit that you only got a glimpse of when someone sat down or crossed their legs).

Jeremy looked down at his own socks that morning and noticed: they weren’t practical, they were so cheap he had a hole appearing on his right big toe after one wash, they were patterned with Ariel from The Little Mermaid and he was wearing a killer suit that didn’t match.

He sighed. He guessed that meant he was an impractical skinflint who had given up hope in women and settled for a fictional character instead.

What had his life come to?

365 Prompt: December 11 2017

He didn’t come:

I still remember the conversation I’d had with my best friend.

“What do you mean he didn’t come?” my best friend had asked me.

I shrugged. “Just what I said,” I’d replied. I didn’t know how else to put it.

My friend raised his eyebrow. “So he didn’t, ah, finish?” he asked again, clarifying the situation.

I nodded. “Nope, he said he just couldn’t get there.”

At the time I’d seen it as a personal failure of mine; now I believed there was something fundamentally wrong with him. I found out my friend agreed.

My friend shook his head in confusion. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything, he waved his hand.

“No normal man says that. No normal man has a problem doing that. If anything they have a problem with sooner rather than later. Notice I used the word, ‘normal;’ they isn’t anything, ‘normal,’ about this guy.”

I wished I’d finally accepted that sooner.

It’s time to get out of your comfort zone

I read an article the other day that made me fucking mad.

You can read it here, but it can be summed up as the response that John Oliver faced after he confronted Dustin Hoffman about the sexual abuse allegations he’s facing. Oliver was told it was the wrong time and place to question him.

My response to that is:


Those mother-fucking arseholes who did the crime deserved to be called out whenever and wherever. Oh, I’m sorry, it made YOU uncomfortable?! Imagine how those women felt when it happened to them.

When I informed a male coworker earlier this year what had happened to me, his response was that talking about it was making him feel uncomfortable. I hit back with, “Well you should be, because you’re part of the problem by not standing up for women who are telling you their story!” I went on to say that it was mighty uncomfortable to have a penis shoved into my vagina when I’d said no, but sure, if this is making you uncomfortable than I’m really sorry. Not.

I want to say thank you to John Oliver from women everywhere.