I’ve read a number of your pieces now.

I’ve sympathised and agreed so often.

But this was the first that made me cry.

Humanity turned to story-telling in pre-history to get us through the night, to stave off the long winter. There is nothing new, nor frivolous, in the current superhero pantheon.

Same gods. Same roles. Same purpose.

We must survive our very very human pain.

Thank you for this piece. And for not being afraid to show yourself.

Your therapist is not the only one proud.

Much love


Capricious by name, steadfast by nature. Trans femme dyke. Smutsmith. Provocateur. Witch. Poet. Slut. Idiot. Kicking names and taking ass.