- What women mean when they ask “so is it serious or are you just having fun?”
- I have deep class guilt. I thought I was immune to this as a brown-ish person. I’m not.
- Physical spaces and long standing relationships make me feel rooted.
- I am a person who needs to take their time. And luxuriate on everything.
- I get flustered and upset when people project home-counties, middle-class white-British caricatures upon me when I’m open about not being poor.
- What “we all carry sadness around with us” means.
- What “don’t be so hard on yourself” means.
- People don’t need to understand who I am or where I’m from to be my friend and like me. What a relief.
- I’m a writer.
- What the novel is that I’m writing.
- After good warm sex, I behave in ways that only David Attenborough can explain. That’s some deep seated evolutionary shit man.
- I need to dance. Regularly.
- I need mentors. Elders. Those with knowledge and experience and the will to teach. I want to sit, chin on your knee, listen and absorb.
- I need a lot of warm hugs to survive being single.
- I need to laugh and be around people who laugh.
- My own company can be euphoric.
- I love and need ritual. Daily, weekly, monthly. By myself and with others.
- That despite 15 years apart, myself and an old friend can pick up where we left off in 2001 or 1995, or 1987. I have a spiritual twin.
- I fucking love Christmas.
- I love the visceral: food, taste, smell, body warmth, fresh air and a damn good shit. I love the political/philosophical. Everything in between is bureaucracy and should be abolished.
- Autumn is my favourite time of year. Hands down.
- Horizons heal me.
- The sky can make me weep.
- I need community. I latch onto people who know things and people in places. A friend and a pub have given me something really special this last year.
- That I will survive. The loss, the abandonment and the sorrow. And come out shining.
Not alone in the world 