Obsessed with the lives of imaginary people. #Reader. #Writer. Marcher Lass.
Genderqueer. she/her/they
Far too analogue to fit in any of your binaries.
was @SLindseyWales on Twitter
"I would absolutely blindfold a man, ziptie him to my bedframe, whisper 'don’t even fucking think about moving a muscle' then ride the ever-loving fuck out of his cock to this song."
I think I will be doing a storytelling performance in Toronto next month for National Indigenous Peoples Month. If it’s the same as the past two years, it will be broadcasted online. I’ll share the details when I get them.
In the same way most of us say “goodbye” without realising it derives from “god be with ye”, maybe one day people will end conversations with “likensubscribe”
The wonderfully triangular Caerlaverock Castle and its inner moat. Standing some seven miles south of Dumfries, it was built in the 1260s and 1270s to replace a slightly older castle whose traces can still be seen nearby. More pics and info: https://www.undiscoveredscotland.co.uk/dumfries/caerlaverock/index.html
Do any of you remember my post with photos of somewhat heavy Welsh ponies a few weeks ago? Well, it turns out my rather uncharitable judgement regarding their portliness was misplaced
Not sure who said this, about AI and writing, but it really stuck with me: why should I bother to read an article that you couldn't be bothered to write?
This is a bit cheese but... yesterday, when I finished my massive bike ride (62 MILES! I AM COOL), my boyfriend was there waving at the finish line.
He'd tracked me on the app that lets your friends/family see where you are on the course, then turned up at Tower Bridge in time to see me finish, and buy me a pint.
That was really cool.
I don't think many other boyfriends would have done that for me.
I had said, beforehand, that I didn't mind if he came to meet me at the finish line. And that's true. Fundamentally this bike ride was something I was doing for myself. So what if I just rode over the finish line, had a quiet can of Strongbow on my own in a park, then wheeled my bike onto the train with aching legs and a sense of solitary pride?
I couldn't ask my boyfriend to support me, that would be frivolous.
Not what a good, low-maintenance girl should do.
He came to meet me, even though I'd told him he didn't have to. Even though - I can't stress this enough - he genuinely didn't have to. I wouldn't have been sad or annoyed if he didn't, it's not something I would ever expect.
But he did it anyway.
And it brought me so much joy.
The idea that someone would put themselves out just to cheer me on was really cool. Seeing him at the finish line was immense - it made me feel very loved and cared for.
Good news: One of the hotels on my touring itinerary has EV chargers in their FREE basement car park. Always nice to plug in overnight.
Bad news: Said chargers are on yet another network that needs an app or RFID card, the app was never tested properly and the domain for Passwords to store my credentials bears no resemblance to the brand name of the network OR the web site which I had to find to get around a bug in the signup verification process.
To hoteliers: It’s really great hospitality to provide low speed destination charging for guests but, for heavens sake, make sure YOU control the guest experience rather than leave patrons to fight with a network they’ll only use for one night. You provide free parking so go the extra stage and make the charging free too. That way customers can just plug in and know it just works. It’s worth it just for guest happiness and costs far less than you imagine. Or just charge a flat rate at the desk.
