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.
On the tenth anniversary of becoming disabled, Neff talks about their discussions with Jimmy Havoc, 364 days after they first had a proper conversation. And wishes him a happy birthday into the bargain.
We take a look at how Lucha Forever measures up in regards to accessibility and communication.
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: sexual assault, PTSD]
I take a long, hard look at myself and think about how I need to be a better person if I want to go about telling others to do the same. How my sexual comments aren’t acceptable just because they come from a place of trauma.