What I Have Learned This Week – 2

So welcome to my weekly “what have I learned” segment. I reflect on the things that have happened throughout the week and see what goes.

1) Sorting out several years of stationary supplies is really fucking hard. I have three boxes so far and it is no way near a completed task 

2) I forget things super easily and whilst I don’t intend to, it makes me really shit at keeping track of time or where I am meant to be 

3) I work myself too hard at times

4) No matter how much I complain. I will STILL be locked in a museum

5) I look good in a beanie 

6) Related – taking my PreP has become a habit now which I remember in the morning. 

7) cucumber is not a vegetable – it is a fruit 

8) I still make a great stew. 
That’s it for this weeks “what I have learned” 

Museum Of Transology

So, I’ve been stupidity behind a lot of my posts and I’m trying to catch up with them. 

In February we had the launch of the museam of transology. It’s currently based at the London fashion college by Oxford street. 

When you get to the door you will come across the 8ft genderqueer music box that has been hand made with broken mirror pieces and wood. Blood, sweat and tears went into that. I should know because some of it was my blood… Sorry. It was amazing to have the privilege to work on the piece with so many wonderful people. 

The museum itself is upstairs (lift is available to use to get up to it) and is full of pieces donated from trans people , predominantly from Brighton but also from people all over the UK. There are little tags on pieces donated, telling stories of how the items are there and what being transgender is actually like. 

There is a projector of lots of different people on it and videos of trans peoples work. On the launch day there was a private gig for the guests and pentacorn was one of the bands that played. 

The whole thing has been curated by the wonderful E.J who is one of the nicest and funniest people you will ever meet. He created a space where we can look back at our history and be proud of where we came from, and we should be greatful for this. 

The space is open until the middle of April and it is free to visit. If you are on Oxford street in the next couple of months, please go and visit it. It’s amazing

One Year Anniversary

The other week (sorry about delay in posts) was Steph and I’s anniversary and we decided to go to London for the day. It was amazing. We went to the national portrait gallery and tried to go to the science museum but it was so busy and loud so instead we went to the butterfly house by the natural history museum. 

We also went to wagamamas and because of some dickhead waitress giving us problems, we ended up getting our entire meal for free thanks to the manager who refused to take her shit. 

Its wonderful being able to spend time with Steph, because at the moment we are both so busy with the run up to trans pride that we have no time to do anything. 

Anyway, have some photos that I took of the day. 

Review – The Curiositorium

Well I bought the tickets as a present and fit that I should write a review on this, even though writing this is is going to make me look like a cunt.
Imagine that the daily mail decided that they were going to make a white middle class 50 minute confusing episode and pass it off as a comedy.
Before we even entered Kai and I were very confused at the amount of people that certainly are not the average queer patrons of The Marlborough but since it was the fringe festival season we thought nothing of it.

Jokes were mainly aimed at middle class mail readers who’s only complaints were going to museums and trains. There was bullshit (and I’m pretty sure racist) stereotyped “accents”, an insult towards black cultured music, a transgender joke and an insult towards non straight relationships. Honestly, I don’t think the Marley read the script otherwise I’m pretty sure it wouldn’t have been allowed since most of the humour was based on one guys pathetic attempts to make as many different cultures “accents” as quickly as possible. Honestly I nearly fucking walked out.

Sorry, but I’m never seeing it again. It was fucking bad.