A repost of a web-diary that predated the term blog - as previous hosting is disappearing it can now go here.
24 October 1998 - 29 July 1999 originally published on geocties.
August 1999 - 2012 originally published on ihug.
Disclaimer
Though a "Diary" my online diary is a work of FICTION.It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.
This is also a personal diary, so by reading it you are violating my privacy. And as it is a personal diary you are not allowed to hold anything you read in it against me, as you shouldn't have been reading it anyway.
Also, this diary is not to be read by anyone who has gone out with me, would like to go out with me in the future, or suspects I may like to go out with them.
Tuesday, 17 March 2020
Maybe they aren't always, always
So slept through my alarm again. Not helped by a bit of lying awake being annoyed by things my trans-sister has bitched about over dinner. She ripped in to me when I was talking about a movie i watched about the Alfred Benning murder of the 1970s. The movie suggesting it was reverse battered woman scenario where a husband snapped in an attempt to escape the control of the other is apparently just glorifying how men kill women. My trans-sisters feminism is very aggressively "men are always in the wrong, no matter the details of the situation" - so it isn't a huge surprise. If only I could project myself back into eight year old me and prevent my parents even having the sex that created that git.
And I am now late for the class I was up doing readings for.
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