Unauthorised Trips to Bristol with Father Brown

“You’re a policeman! You could get a pub open this time of the morning couldn’t ya, eh?”

(And a face that says “There had better be treats after this…”)

Castilian & Catalan separatist flags being flown in a manifestation for Castilian & Catalan independence.

Dracula 2020  | Being Human 2010 - 2012

I SEE SENTIMENTS LIKE THIS TOO OFTEN.

Heavy read at own risk

1... a bunch of teens didn't beat the national womens soccer team.

2... Men have picked fights with me, lets hear about when I won

I am a disabled and very obviously queer woman, this story takes place in 2011 and at the time I walked with the assistance of a cane. Also relevant is that I have a little martial arts history and was a competetive swimmer until a few months before this so while I wasn't my fittest, I was pretty strong.

I was coming back from the FEAST festival which is my cities queer culture festival. Wearing a sash that proclaimed me to be "gay", covered in glitter... you get the picture.

It was 1am-ish and felt I was being followed by the 3 men down the road, so I crossed the street. They crossed as well and caught up with me, I am a r*pe survivor and I was scared shitless.

Catching up to me they hurled the usual slurs and were egging each other on. And I decided that there are 3 of them and 1 of me, I didn't care what they wanted, I was fighting, so I might as well take my money's worth first while I could.

Solar plexus, pull him down as he doubles over, stomp him under the ribs, I stepped out of the way of his mates tackle and he hit the wall of the mutual life building and the third guy genuinely ran off. The guy who ran into the wall also ran off when he realised he was on his own and I'm left with this shirtless dude laid out on the footpath. My only thought was "how the fuck did that go well". I expected to die and more, I thought I was gonna be on the news, like my coworkers girlfriend would be a few years later, and instead I was standing over this guy who couldn't stand up. This all only took a few seconds really but the memory feels longer than that. I was lucky, I was fast, I was strong and they didn't expect me.

His back started to turn purple, visibly and that didnt look good to 18 yr old me. So I walk him, arm draped over my shoulder, to what is now the OLD Royal Adelaide Hospital.

I got him to the hospital and they took him straight through, no wait, it was only then that I thought about ambulances. They asked what happened and me, in shock said "I beat him up" and they made me wait for the cops. A security guard pushed me just as a direction towards a chair, I didn't adjust my balance I straight up fell over and hit my face on the chair or something getting a shiner from that... not the guy now in a hospital bed.

I told the cops what happened as best I could, Hindley/Rundle area is bristling with SAPOL cameras so it was pretty easy to confirm. And the fact I brought him to hospital probably helped me avoid trouble too. Had to give a statement blah blah, this is long enough already.

Turns out I'd ruptured the guys kidney, could have died if I'd left him (reeeally should have called that ambulance though)... keep in mind I once broke my wrist lifting a heavy shopping bag, I am rather disabled. Masculinity more fragile than my chalk bones.

He really embodies toxic masculinity and thinks that equality is non-men and good men sinking to his level rather than men like him improving at all.

I'm sorry you've had that experience too.