5 years today since my first surgery. Still off work although getting used to my new normal, still counting my blessings and still grateful for those very clever people at the LGI.

Does quidditch have a JK Rowling problem? The real-life version of the fictional game is a haven for the LGBTQ+ community. As fans become excited about an upcoming TV adaptation, the author’s views continue to be an issue ✍️ Vicky Jessop bit.ly/4AXXBM3

There once was a girl And she liked to climb trees. She had dirt in her hair, And blood on her knees. Had no pink in her cupboard, Didn’t like the right toys, So they cut off her hair And they called her a boy. She fell into depression. They tried to be kinder; To help her fit in: Crushed her breasts in a binder. But it wasn’t enough She felt awkward and weird, So they pumped her with drugs And they grew her a beard. She couldn’t stand dresses, She refused to wear bras, So they cut off her breasts, Celebrated her scars. They stripped flesh off her arm Made a fat tube of skin, Sewed it onto her crotch, And said: “Now you’re a him!” He looked like a man, But squeaky and little, His hair falling out, And his bones frail and brittle. He suffered through menopause, Atrophy, bleeding, His new penis was limp And lacked any feeling. His parents agreed, He would never give birth, So they cut out his ovaries, To spite all the TERFs. He grew sadder, and sadder, But could not find the answer, His heartbeat grew weak, And the drugs gave him cancer. When crying one night, His whole head in a whirl, His mum asked: “what’s wrong?” She said: “Mum, I’m a girl.”