A Brilliant Plan

My best friend, Becky, has come up with a Brilliant and Cunning Plan to make us rich and famous.

All being well it will launch at the end of the month in a trial form and will reach it's first moment of greatness at the end of July during the Pride festival.  I can't actually say too much now as we're still in the planning stage but...

If all goes well it will culminate in a not-for-profit organisation and an artists' co-op in a year or so.

If it doesn't go well it'll be a spectacular failure but not actually cost us any money.

I have a three day weekend this week and I was planning to read a little, sleep a lot....now I am stockpiling canvases and getting in the right frame of mind to paint.  I'm considering experimenting with reducing my meds to aid that...what's the point in suffering from mania if you don't turn it to your advantage once in a while?!

Bloody hell.  Becky's Brilliant Plan came into being at 8am on Monday morning, it's now 7pm on Wednesday evening and we have sponsors, press connections, a venue and 'contacts'.  I'm not so much going along with the plan so much as being swept along in the wake of Becky's inspiration. Bloody hell.

Wish me talent and inspiration, I've got to keep up with Becky.

A Letter

Dear Mum,

When I was 8 you told me mixed race relationships were acceptable, but you didn't think they were ok, because the people would inherently be too different. And their lives would be too difficult.

When I was 14 you told me you liked David Bowie until he "said he was a bisexual" then you didn't like him anymore.

In the two conversations we've had in the last two days I've revealed to you that I have a girlfriend, and that she's black.

You quietly hated my last girlfriend. I always assumed it was because she was my *girl*friend. Perhaps it was, partly. Tonight I learned you can overcome al of those ideas. You're happy for me, really happy for me.

Thank you. I know I wasn't any of the things you expected from a daughter. I know I'm not like anyone else in the family, I never have been. I'm wilful, and argumentative, and opinionated, and stubborn. Actually, stubborn is genetic. But I'm the first girl on either side of the family to run at life like this. You've been forced to change your opinions on a lot of things because of me. And you're 60, how many 60 year olds find themselves being made into liberals? I'm so proud you were able to adjust to me, given I sure as hell wasn't going to adjust to your ideas about the world

Thank you for being happy for me

Your daughter.