Hey all, how's you?

It was my birthday in May, so instead of doing a May favourites, I asked you guys what you preferred and you guys said that you wanted to see a birthday haul, so that is what I am giving to you.



KILLSTAR 'Witch' Beanie

I was peroosing the Killstar website (which is basically all I ever do, not going to lie), and I found this little gem. I've needed a beanie forever and a day and I just thought this was perfect. To be totally honest it may be a tad small, and doesn't really look right with my hair this short, but I just need to wait for a bit for my hair to grow a bit more.

'Reality Boy' by A.S King

Mama gave me one of A.S King's books for Christmas and I'd reaaally enjoyed it, and in the back of that book was a part of this book. It's about a guy who has anger management problems so I think I'm really going to connect with this book.

'The Meaning Of Liff' by Douglas Adams and John Lloyd

If you've been reading my blog for a while this may ring some bells. I've wanted to get this book for ages, but for one reason or another I hadn't, so I figured it was the time to get it!



Silicone Rainbow Plug 

In case it wasn't yet obvious I'm a raging lesbian. I did a crazy factory order - of course I did.

Bullet Plug

I already had this plug in 8mm, but seeing as I think I'm going to stick to 12mm for a bit, I figured I'd let myself buy it again.

White Stretching Expender

I still currently need to stretch from 10mm to 12mm, so that's what that's for.

Black Hoop Earrings

I need a simple earring for my non-stretched ear! I'd stolen an odd one off Mama but it kind of started a weird infection so I decided to take it out and replace it with one that Marion lent to me, but given that I'm going to need to give it back at one point or another, I figured I needed to get my own. These are just really simple black hoops.

Fake Eyelashes

I've been curious about fake lashes for a while, and when I was trying to thaw out my Crazy Factory order, I saw that there were some fake lashes that were on offer, so I figured why not and picked some up; I don't know about the quality, but I'm hoping it'll be okay enough for me to see if I like them or not.



In The Café Of Lost Youth by Patrick Mondiano

I read a passage of this book for my literature mocks, and it actually seemed like a really good read so I decided to pick it up since I'm long due some reading material.

JustFab 'Mitchie' Boots

Look, I'm aware that these aren't exactly 'summer' shoes, but I'm not really a person for showing my toes, so I tend to go for closed-toe shoes, and I've had my eye on these for aaages and I decided to finally

I'm not going to lie, there's probably going to be more, but so far this is what I have! I hope you enjoyed this post, let me know in the comments what the best birthday present you've ever gotten.

Hey all, how's you?


I'm pissed. You know why? Because recently, I feel like my eyes are being opened by women have to put up with daily. First, I learn that many of my female friends were raped or sexually agressed when they were younger. Then, I watched a short film by the amazing Sammy Paul called 'One Another' that, yet again, shoved the inequalities faced by women. Next, a mere couple of hours after I watch that short film, my best friend calls me in a panic because a guy cat called her in the street and, when she didn't answer, proceeded to follow her for about 5 minutes, shouting things at her!

You understand? Still not? Then allow me to elaborate. The more I grow up, the more I realise just how shitty it is that I have a vagina. I am going to be less likely to get a job, because I have a vagina. I'm going to be shouted at in the road and I'm expected to be okay with it, because I have a vagina. I can't dress a certain way, because I have a vagina. In some countries, I'm considered less of a human because I have a vagina. My sexuality isn't just my sexuality, but it's also considered 'sexy' and 'a turn on' to people with penises, because my partner and I have vaginas. I'm going to get paid less, because I have a vagina. I have to ask my friends to come with me somewhere because I'm afraid of someone jumping at me, because I have a vagina. The slightest thing I say can be construed as flirtatious, and almost immediately means I want sex with the person on the receiving end of this 'flirting', because I have a vagina. If I get raped, it'll be my fault, because I was asking for it. Because I have a vagina. 

I'm expected to fit some perfect mould various people with penises have created; I'm expected to agree with everything, to nod and wave, to not have any body modifications and god forbid I have any body hair, or anything that could put off someone with a penis because then how would they get off to their totally deformed idea of what a woman looks like? I'm not meant to be anything other than a size zero, I'm not meant to have any excess fat or body rolls, I'm meant to have a flat stomach and double D tits and a arse like Nicki Minaj or Jennifer Lopez.

If I sleep with no one I'm a prude who doesn't know how to let loose, but if I sleep with too many people I'm a slut. If I wear jeans and a roll neck jumper I'm not making the most of my assets, but if I wear shorts and a crop top I'm asking for it. If I get raped, it's my fault. If I get mildly annoyed, I'm hysterical. If I show said annoyance, I'm an angry bitch who's probably on her period and needs to take a chill pill because who in hell thinks that maybe, just maybe, I could just be pissed off at a world that will automatically think that everything is my fucking fault and if I'm not born photoshopped and if I'm not what is considered at the time 'beautifully' then I'm not worth it and I'm considered 'less than' other people and not because my menstrual cycle has affected my mood! I’ve become cynical after a while. I sneer at the prospect of being treated like an object because I’m a woman. I roll my eyes at the concept that I’m never really going to be listened to because I’m a woman. In any case, we're just dumb bitches who need everything to be explained to them slowly.

Like I said in the title of this post - what about the women? We so often get forgotten, because people just expect us to follow willingly.