Let's resume, shall we?

It's been quiet here - I know.

Life threw me a few of those curveballs it's famous for and I've been focusing on coping, with varying degrees of success. For the most part, I'm ok, and trying to run with that.

My trusty laptop recently bit the big one, so that's made it even harder for me to feel motivated. Blogging from my phone is a bit of a pain, but I have the mental energy to write again and there are things I want to say. So here I am doing my best. Look at me go.

I'm in the process of cooking up a few important posts: a few fluffy makeup reviews (House of Beauty! More from Shiro! Sleek!); a review of my first 7 months working as a registered nurse in trauma, and my recent move to intensive care; a post on my thoughts on and experiences with bullying in nursing; issues faced by bisexual people in both heteronormative and queer spaces; and maybe a recipe or two.

In the meantime, keep up with me on Twitter-twatter @AlysonSaidWhat.

If you're new, welcome! If you've been following me for awhile and are reading this, thanks for being patient. I'm glad you're here.

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Feathers

I need to talk about my feelings. Just as I posted about the realities of my pregnancies, the birth of my daughter, and the vulnerability that comes with the postpartum period, I want to write to you now about death. Birth and death have become so removed from our everyday lives in this postmodern age that they are now taboo. It’s strange for me to write about (It feels a bit like using your non dominant hand for a simple task) and I’m sure it’s uncomfortable for you to read about. Nevertheless, birth and death are the opposing forces that keep the perpetual motion machine of life spinning. Willingness to explore them helps me to remain grateful and be present. It also opens up an opportunity for connection through discussion. If this is too much for you right now, that’s ok. Tap out. If you want to be with me in another very human moment, let’s carry on. My mother is dying. Well, she’s been dying since 2015, but now it’s really happening. She is going. Deat...

A Clothing Review: The Vampire Dress by ExoUmbra

Ooooh, you guys are in for a treat today! This is a review of the Vampire Dress from ExoUmbra . ExoUmbra is a gothic clothing company run by the darling Moose. She has a real passion for making items that suit a broad range of body types, and it shows in her work. Something that I personally appreciate about ExoUmbra is how simple the pieces are. I love clean silhouettes. Twirly preggo! Because the sizing is so generous (every piece is meant to be easy to move around in) the Vampire Dress was absolutely perfect for my growing baby bump. And with the brutal heat and humidity we have been experiencing in London this summer, I've pretty much been living in it since it arrived. The Vampire Dress is constructed from upcycled cotton unisex t-shirts, so it's breathable and effortless to wear. You can just throw it on and off you go. The standard version of this dress does not have a moon decal on the back, but I cheekily asked Moose to paint one on. So man...

Expect the Unexpected When You're Expecting

Guys and ghouls. Ladies and ladles. Gentlemen and germs. Peoples and steeples. I'm more than halfway through this pregnancy with my second kiddo and it's time we had a frank chat about the reality of being a sacred vessel. Let me spill the beans to you about how this pregnancy has been different from the previous one, what's been easier, what's been harder, what's shocked me, and what's old news. Will I hold back delicious, lurid details? Absolutely not. You know me better than that. First of all, pregnancy is normal and pregnant folks should not be treated like untouchables leaking primordial ooze (whether or not we are...leaking primordial ooze...) Secondly, we still don't talk about this stuff as openly as we should because female bodies and sexuality are both still taboo, unfortunately. Lastly, I'll discuss why Phil and I are done having kids. Are our reasons what you think? You might be surprised. Truth (sort of): Every Pregnancy is Different ...

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