Author 📝Actress 🎭 and Film Director 📽️ by day
Animation 🎬 fanatic by night
Cosplayer 🖌️🪡 all the way in between
- Top Story - March 2022
The signs that made me realise I wasn't crazy but had ADHDTop Story - March 2022
What is ADHD? ADHD stands for Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder and is often diagnosed at a young age where symptoms are most often exhibited. However, for people like myself where the symptoms were missed or put down to being a part of my personality it led to being diagnosed as adult ADHD.
Rustle rustle. Her ears perked up. Rustle rustle. She lifted her sleepy head and turned it a hundred and eighty degrees. The rustling had been going on for a good few minutes now and there was no way that she could get herself back to sleep. She narrowed her big black eyes until they were barely visible behind the narrow slits and white snowy fur that covered her face. The incessant rustling was coming from far beneath her, under the pile of hay that had been complacently placed in the corner of the barn to cover the mould and rot that had eroded from neglect. The owners of the barn had always been lazy with home maintenance, which made it a perfect place for Hazel to find a quiet corner and nest through the cold winter season. It was more often than not a tranquil corner of the world, the only disturbances being the once in a blue moon appearances from the farmers as they came in to dump unwanted goods or to otherwise complain about the so-called bats that were living in the barn roof. Far from annoying Hazel, these intrusions would often amuse her as she peered through the cracks in the roof floor knowing perfectly well that even if they could do something about the fact she had made her home in the roof of their barn the effort it would take to find her and evict her was going to be too much for them to bother with. So instead she would scratch a little at the ceiling to infuriate them a bit more and then nuzzle her beak into her feathered wings and fall fast asleep.
A Job That Escapes Reality
It’s a very funny question to answer these days; “what is your job?”, because my answer isn’t as simple and self explanatory as, for example, “a waitress” or “a shop assistant”. My job title is, and has been for the last few months: a Games Master.
Stuck in the Eternal Traffic Jam
The year is 3034. I have been stuck in this traffic jam for three weeks now. If you want to know how and why you find this letter, and myself, stuck in what I know to be an eternal traffic jam, by all means read on. But I warn you now that what you learn here can never be unlearnt.
Cosplaying is a Superpower that most People Underestimate
It’s hard to miss when a comic convention is happening near you, especially when you pop down to the shops for your weekly groceries and bump into Spiderman casually picking up his lunch with his palls Link, Super Mario and Sailor Moon. Cosplaying, for those of you who are knew to the concept, is simply the act of dressing up as a character and then bringing them to life. Cos = Costume, Play = roleplay. One of the best parts about cosplaying is that you don’t need to be a fashionista or costume maker to participate; many people will pay pocket money for an already made costume online and manage to pull off as good an experience and character as someone who has spent the prior two months turning a sheet of fabric into fantasy armour. Cosplaying is simply the enjoyment of becoming a character you admire and loosing yourself in a fictional world for a couple of days where no one will judge you. At the convention at least.
She-Ra and the Princesses of Queer
My whole life I have been so sure of one thing: I am straight. So much so that I knew that if I were a guy I would be gay. There’s not a lot in this world that you can be so sure of, but I knew that the one thing that I could always count on was my identity and sexuality. For sure, an accolade for being two of the biggest contributing factors to my two-dimensional world goes to both the very traditional life I have been brought up in and the unaccepting representation of the queer community in films, tv shows and books that I divulged in when I was growing up. I had always felt that when the world was coming to accept the LGBTQIA+ community the media wanted to be a part of that world but in so many cases the writing of queer characters were so clumsily done it reeked of ‘we need to fit some form of queer into this so that we aren’t seen as prejudice’. In almost every teen drama there was a background gay couple – commonly the comedic duo – and their clumsily written presence and overly advertised queer appearance made way for so much on-screen sexual chemistry that there left no room for genuine character development and in turn love for the characters, their journeys and their representation. It was also frequently an unrealistic portrayal for the vast majority of the community they tried to represent, especially when they conformed to the well-rehearsed stereotypes.