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?
Apparently, we’re back with a vengeance, because it’s 1am when I’m starting this piece, and I’m angry. I try not to be angry a lot; it’s not a good look for me, because at 4’11”, being femme, and using a mobility aid, it’s like that chihuahua on the street yapping at the rottweiler – you know who’s coming off worst if that comes to a fight, and you know, too, that the big dog just doesn’t give a fuck.
We look at the accessibility score of Chikara’s King of Trios, in England for the first time, and why we’ll be, disappointingly, giving it a miss.
A disappointing night at Bush Hall means that Fight Club: Pro see their rating drop from one of the highest, to the lowest mark so far given. How does that happen?
[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.
Another accessibility review, this time of the inimitable Progress – in a sold-out venue, having wounded myself travelling through London to get there, how would I cope with the stairs into the venue, and the general atmosphere?
New, exciting thing I’m doing now – reviewing shows and promotions via their accessibility! Because I’m sick and tired of being told everything’s accessible and then being shown some stairs! And not knowing whether I can use the toilet at a venue! And having people be sarcastic to me on social media when I suggest they put accessibility info on their website!
[CN: sexual assault, PTSD, panic attacks, alcohol-induced blackouts]
This is a post I’ve been putting off for a while, partially because I’m not sure who’s really interested in reading about my personal bullshit, and partially because I wasn’t sure I was ready to write it without losing my shit. I work pretty hard to appear normal and functional when I’m at wrestling events (disability aside!) and not let slip the fact that, usually, I’m absolutely terrified of being there. Now, these experiences are by no means universal, and I’m not saying that this applies to everyone. For me, this is how I feel when I go to wrestling shows, as a rape survivor, and someone with PTSD.
What’s the first thing you do, when you see a show come up that you’re interested in going to? Do you ask your partner about it? Do you see how far away it is from your house? Do you see if you can book time off work? Well, the first thing I do is try to contact the promotion and ask “What’s the accessibility like?”