It's been a rather stressful time at work recently and unfortunately I couldn't even take some time off without it bleeding in. I went away for a week recently and was lucky enough to catch the end of the good weather. I also managed to pick up a lovely yellow pleated maxi-skirt and a couple of necklaces which was nice.
I've also started publishing stories on Tumblr here: Terri's Tumblr. I've had an account for a while but not used it much. Captioning on BlueSky is frustrating sometimes due to the character limit so it's nice to be able to do extended versions. If I start to write stories on here I feel it can take a time but for some reason I feel less pressure doing it on there however I do keep making things longer and longer. This has sparked a lot of ideas though but it may take some time to write them all up and remember them all. I'll probably post some here too but we'll see how it goes.
Ru Paul's Drag Race UK was cancelled recently after 8 series. It's not the most unexpected thing ever and 8 series is more than I thought the BBC would give it. Of course it's apparently going onto the production company's subscription service. Everyone seems to have their own subscription service these days but it's at least nice to have it all in one place if you're a fan of it. I think the only programme I might consider that with is Taskmaster. However what I wasn't prepared for was the outpouring of bile against the series from the usual quarters. Probably serves me right for going on to Twitter. This has put me in a bit of a funk and makes me wonder what the point is of trying to be yourself in a world that seems to be so against it these days. Maybe I just wonder if they're right and I'm doing something wrong but on the other hand I have a lot of friends who support me so I don't know why I don't listen to them instead of the more negative ones.
Why is it that men exploring their gender identity seems to be more invalid than it is for women? At least a couple of weeks ago on SNL UK it was nice to see some men crossdressing in CMAT's band. The more I think about it, the more conflicted I get although dressing still feels like one of the only joyful things I get out of life at the moment.

