Winter
A photo-essay about winter
A photo-essay about winter
Someone used AI to remove me from our big NY Dip photo
Water always finds its own level. So do we. My reflections on the Bodies of Water symposium, art, and being neuroqueer.
After 5 years of cold water dipping, has it saved me? Cured my anxiety? Made me buy shares in Dryrobe?
After five years of cold water dips am I a fearless functional human being or am I still failing at life?
It's a bit unusual to go for a cold dip in a storm, but any more so than nipple clamps?
After years of open water swimming I'm still scared of the water. Will I ever be OK in there with all the wee beasties, or should I move on to a new fear to overcome? Nudity. Sure, why not.
Dopamine enables me to do some silly things, but Autistic sensory overload seems to win all the time. What does that all mean?
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Each year I set a theme to guide me through the days ahead. Last year was the 'Year of Queer'. What will this year's be?
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Have we lost the freedom we once had to be silly, to be outgoing, to be ourselves in public, or is my anxiety stuck on yellow alert?
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Recently, an article went live on The Guardian looking at people who have faced anxiety head on, so they can enjoy open water swimming. I was one of those people featured in the article. The other stories are incredible, and I can’t recommend the article enough. So how did
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Standing on the beach seeing the tide washing jellyfish ashore, two men approach and excitedly ask if I’ve seen any jellies. I say yes and point at the large lion’s mane that has just washed up away from a smaller one. The beach is peppered with red blobs