Therapeutically Polyam

I'm a bit of a geek, quite a bit of a geek if truth be known. So there I was this afternoon, cooking a roast all while having one ear on the television waiting for what looked like the forgone conclusion of Federer winning to finish. I passed the time talking to fellow geeks and throwing various names into the hat for position of the new Dr. It seemed like an age before they had finished making small talk with who is arguably the best male tennis player ever. And then Sue Baker said the words that made my ears prick up. "Dr Who" The trailer started and I of course recorded it onto my sky+ box for posterity. Ok, so its someone in a hoodie...........can't really tell from the hands, I thought the nails looked slightly male shaped but then the camera flashed up to eyelashes coated in a lick of mascara and the unmistakable face of a female. OMFG its finally a woman. I watched more than once, amazing I thought and well overdue. Then I remembered an hour

No work of televisual genius and I'm sure there are some who cry for it to be immediately banned.  Not only did I notice the curious absence of pubic hair, did no one mention that pubic hair is there for a reason and even if you leave a landing strip it helps to maintain and promote the natural flora and fauna of your vagina. Not having tattoos or piercings is now a rarity but its a beautiful thing just to see other bodies, isnt it odd that we hardly ever see others without the facade of clothing. We are constantly force fed unhealthy images of perfect, hairless, perky female stereotypes when if you watch this you actually see that we are all different but still stunning all in our own way.  I know many people who go to so called 'slimming clubs', there are loads about and I guess my official (has she swallowed a dictionary) take on it would be... "The technical difficulty for people going to slimming clubs is it doesn't change attitudes to food and any under

So today I went to my first BAATN therapists gathering. What I don't ever mention or point out is I am mixed race, my father is Nigerian and my mother Caucasian. I live in a very non diverse area of the country and my father returned to Nigeria when I was 4, I haven't seen him since but have spoken on numerous occasions. Not only did I go without a father figure until my mother met my step father but it also left a cultural void that I've now learnt I can't ignore. He thought it inappropriate that I had a job where I ran a pub and so I have never broached the subject of sexuality with him. It has never really bothered me before but what did was the constant nagging feeling that I did really fit anywhere.                           "I always felt too black to be white and too white to be black" It wasn't until I listened to people who have have lived with the challenges that it brought to their lives that I realised my own struggles. I do a lot