And so I’m back, from outer space, care of a belated birthday note to Barb that had me thinking “is that old account even still there? The one I made when I was just looking for a place to experiment with my identity way back when I was too scared to face reality?” Turns out yes, yes it is. Now what in the hell am I supposed to do with it?
Some updates for those who dont follow my twitter @mikkigorman, I quit the investigative journo job after my editor demanded I “sex up” a story about a girl who committed suicide via train just outside my childhood home (yeeeaaaaah... that’ll cause feelings) which occured a month after I came out as trans (have been living that full time since, something I could never have done without the gradual support of many of you). I then spent a year making wine, before turning to freelance queer journalism, writing a book of “based on true stories” and insulting men over the internet for money (surprisingly fun) throw in an online bookshopand some podcasts, and youve got yourself a full few years.
Anything else to add? Um, the waffle Double Down is gross? Yeah that seems about it.