celebrating and creating our own LGBTQ+ history in honour of Sheila McWattie

day twenty




I’ve got cancer.


Am I meant to feel sick?

Cos I don’t

What does it mean?

Do you want me to act weak?

Cos I won’t.

Take me in, cut me.

Cut it out. I don’t need it.

That’s better.

Is it?

Can you feel cancer?

I didn’t.

Big Scar.

War Wound.

Yeah so what!

I’m tough me.

I love my Family.


Pet dog. Guardian. Who Knew? Protector.


Cold Head.

Ok, so let’s go wig shopping,

Nah! Fuck that, I’ll wear a beanie.

They give you a wig voucher.

Do they make a Dolly wig?

I’m gonna have hair like Dolly.




Butch Barbie, 58, Liverpool.

Comments on: "day twenty" (7)

  1. so honestly sharp, raw and still rounded in its humour , thanks darlingX

  2. Striking! Thanks.

  3. Jenny King said:

    Powerful, raw and honest.

  4. In these circumstances, a Dolly wig sounds just about perfect and a proper ‘stuff you’ reposte to the sleezeball that cancer is. Good luck and thanks for this warrior woman post. xx

  5. Meg Merrilees said:

    Marvellous poem Jac. Warrior indeed, telling it like it is and calling it out. ❤

  6. Am enjoying the variety of voices here. Look forward to these snippets of life each day

  7. So well put, Thank you for sharing. Can’t wait to see you as dolly pics xx

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