“Wisdom begins in wonder”
Harvey Milk is one of my LGBT+ heroes.
I believe that if it wasn’t for him and his campaign for gay rights, we wouldn’t be where we are today with Pride Month, legal same-sex marriage, and the bravery to come out to those close to us.
— Human Rights Campaign (@HRC) May 22, 2018
“Journeys, like artists, are born and not made.
A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will – whatever we may think.
They flower spontaneously out of the demands of our natures – and the best of them lead us not only outwards in space, but inwards as well.
Travel can be one of the most rewarding forms of introspection…”
– Bitter Lemons by Lawrence Durrell
Trigger warning: sexual assault/harassment.
Since it is International Homo/Bi/Trans Phobia Week,¹ I strongly feel I need to point out that another kind of phobia exists:
People of other orientations have told me they don’t believe that this phobia exists, which is enough to tell you that they don’t even think my sexuality is real either.
But it does…
I’m asexual. More specifically, a demi-aromantic grey-asexual, who only feels sensual attraction if an emotional attachment has been formed.
Which is really, really rare.
Of course, I’ve been at the end of acephobia² a lot… even before I came out seven years ago.
Yesterday, while roaming around London, my iPhone dies.
Luckily, I still had iPad Mini stashed away in my backpack.
So, I connected to the wifi to sent iMessages to my father to keep him updates on my whereabouts and I used its camera to continue taking photos.
The image was so much clearer and I felt I had a different photographic perspective to work with. So, it turned into quite a fun experiment.
Hmm… I may continue with this…
I don’t have many friends.
All my life, I’ve found it tough to make friends and the truth is, I still do.
I’ve always felt like an outsider and I know it’s because I’m different in so many variable ways.
My sister once said: “you need to find your tribe”. I didn’t understand what she meant at first. Read more
I was so worried about returning home after my stint in Canada.
Was I going to see it with a new pair of eyes or was I going to be bored in the same-old-same-old way? Would things for me to discover or was I going to be frustrated and restless being in my home country again?
Thankfully, it’s been the former.
Having had travelled around North America, it has made me aware of how little I go out to discover the UK. I’ve been very fortunate living in various parts of the United Kingdom: in York, Brighton, and Bristol. But due to not having my own mode of transport, I wasn’t able to roam far.*
Now I am armed with a new car – weather and energy permitting – I have been gifted with the opportunity to discover new places, such as Painshill Park: