mark my words

Mark My Words: Surviving & Wrestling

[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.

Gaywatch

GAYWATCH Special Edition: Jimmy Havoc

Hello darlings! Well, between the Rumble and Raw, and a lot of Progress, your poor, exhausted writer has watched over 25 hours of wrestling this week, and recapped nine of those. Frankly, my poppets, one is utterly exhausted from all this, and so, this week’s Gaywatch shall be a solo celebration, rather than a selection of week’s goodies. That’s right, my loves, like the Seth special, it’s a deliciously kayfabulous one-wrestler parade of perversion this week, starring the one and only Jimmy Fucking Havoc, British wrestling version of that boy you fancied when you were a teenager in the 2000’s.