One Lovely Blog Award.

Not sure what I did to earn this, but the wonderful A Kinder Way has yet again nominated me for a blogging award, and who am I to contradict? The rules for this one are very simple…

1. Thank the person that nominated you and provide a link to their blog.
2. List the rules.
3. Display the award on your post.
4. List seven facts about yourself.
5. Nominate (up to) 15 bloggers for this award and comment on one of their posts to let them know you have nominated them.

Nominations to follow my factoids, though I stress there is no pressure on anyone I name. I’d happily award you all in exchange for no intimate information whatsoever if I was the one setting the rules…

My 7 Facts…

1. I hated school. With a passion. And a burning vindictive hatred to demolish the rotten place a la Bart Simpson. Being trans did not help, clearly (although I wasn’t “out” – just obviously effeminate, which was good enough for the bullies). Mainly, though, it was just for being the highest concentration of petty-minded little jobsworths and sadists I have ever had the displeasure of spending several years in the company of. And it does not seem to have materially improved my job prospects.
2. I loved university, though. I would go back there in a flash. Sadly I can’t, as that place did not improve my job prospects either…
3. In my former identity I used to make little games for the C64 8-bit computer. One of them, like so much of my fiction, had quite a lot of loosely-disguised transness in it, including a spell that transformed a squad of orc archers into a harmless swarm of fairies (not that orc gender or lack of has ever been definitively established). No-one noticed those touches, though, as the game itself was just too difficult and annoying for frustrated players to pay any attention to my encoded trauma. The moral? Always playtest thoroughly.
   
4. I love to cook, and I often cook very spicy food. I am informed it can be quite painful to be within breathing distance of one of my meals… I hate eating processed food, and have had so little of them for so long that small amounts now give me painful cramps.
5. I met my husband at the wake of someone neither of us even knew. I can’t even remember why I was there in the first place (Possibly I was invited as moral support).
6. He then asked me out on social media, but did not post an avatar. Since we were both painfully shy, I completely failed to locate him at the chosen venue, and ended up leaving in confusion.
7. Thankfully, a mutual friend then basically pushed us at each other and forced us to start talking, and there has been no looking back since. ❤ ❤ ❤

Nominations (love you all)…

Ambivalence Girl

Aoife Eschatology

The Catholic Transgender

Daniella’s Ramblings

Don’t Make Me Choose

Fairy JerBear

Kira Moore’s Closet

La Quemada

My World and Welcome to it

Neopythia

Queering the Nerd

Raising Orlando

The Therapy Relationship

Tish

Translucidity