Hannah Moore
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The Pink Shoes
I grew up in the eighties and nineties, a period in England, if not elsewhere, where the word “gay” was still bandied about as an insult at the beginning of my secondary schooling, alongside “poof” and “fag” and (gasp) “lesbian”. By the end of school however, a large proportion of my peers no longer considered “gay” to be an insult, or “poof” and “fag” to be acceptable at all. The jury remained firmly out on (whisper it) “lesbian”. Did the jury come back on that yet?
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Pride
Getting Serious Again
Am I going to make a habit of this? Well, maybe. Today is World Mental Health Day. Again. Again? Yes, again. You see, it doesn’t go away, does it? My kids wearing something yellow to school and paying a pound for the privilege doesn’t create the tidal wave that changes everything, more’s the shame. But it does create a trickle. A light drizzle. And once again, I am here to nudge a few droplets along their way.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Psyche
Befuddled
Well, I am trying to lay off Vocal at the moment, due to the return of an RSI problem that once saw me unable to drive for two years. Currently typing hurts, scrolling hurts, even picking up my phone hurts. Rest it, I tell myself, use it only for work. And maybe the next challenge. And maybe this and maybe that and then, then, then.... and here I am again. I thought I had missed Penny's part B (link at the bottom), but having realised I had not, well, just a teeny tiny little but of typing, no?
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets
Two Truths And A Lie. Top Story - September 2024.
I’m nobody’s fool. You wouldn’t survive five minutes in this business if you were. And it doesn’t matter if you’re as savvy as the Artful Dodger, if they catch even a whiff of spring grass about your feet they’ll try and have one over on you. This year, I’ve got twins in my class, monozygotic bloody twins. They’re the worst. They’re not those twins who try and carve out their own identities either. These two work their identical credentials like the Weasley’s, if the Weasley’s were black, and girls, and non-magical. Charity and Joy.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
If Eleven Was Ugly. Content Warning.
I don’t know if you’ve ever been hit in the face, but it’s really not as bad as you think it’s going to be. I mean, there’s the shock. That’s pretty bad. Like, it really knocks you. Literally. Knocks you down. Even if you’re expecting it. When it actually comes, the shock is pretty bad. But that’s just shock, you know? It passes. And yeah, there’s the pain. That varies. The nose is worst, if you ask me. My god, the nose is like stop you in your tracks painful. My nose used to be prettier than this, now. But then none of us are getting any younger, right? The eye though, that can kind of ache for days, like a cup of misery slopping over into every thought you have. But it’s surprising how much a face can take. It’s a bit pathetic to go on about it like it’s the end of the world or something. The human capacity for healing is incredible.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Fiction
Ablutions
Ablutions: The act of washing oneself, often used to refer to the ceremonial washing of the self, from the Latin "ab" and "luere", away and wash. Formerly used in alchemy to denote the process of purification using liquid and evolved to denote the washing of the body. Latterly commandeered by the British army to indicate the building housing washing and toilet facilities.
By Hannah Mooreabout a year ago in Poets
