With Jack Sexsmith seeming to lose his temper with fluff questions in a new interview, what’s next for the Pansexual Phenomenon, and just how did it come to this?
[Content note: rape, ptsd]
Wrestling isn’t saving my life, but it is changing how I view men, and how I feel about trusting them.
ACW at Keeton’s Hall in Bermondsey, south-east London, was the first small show I’d been to, the first village hall show, where the ring skirts don’t meet the floor, and the air conditioning is some fans that appear to be haphazardly stuck to the walls. It was also the first family-friendly show I’d been to, and Emmy and I spent much of the journey trying to think of ways to edit the chants we’d used the weekend before at Progress so we weren’t swearing our heads off every five seconds.
A week after Progress, I went to a completely different sort of wrestling – a family-friendly event in Bermondsey, south-east London, in the early afternoon. How did it measure up to the bigger promotions I’ve been to?