Soap post

Submitted by Michelle Green on July 2, 2015 at 8:23 pm

A brand of soap keeps appearing on my Facebook timeline, asking me to advertise for it by sending its ‘you’re beautiful’ post to my friends.

What I’d rather say to my friends is this: you’re all kinds of smart, you’re funny, you’re wise, you’re so so patient teaching me to drive that old tank, you’re curious and full of thoughtful questions, you make the best banana bread, you’re inspiring, you’re brave, you’re huge hearted and you don’t take crap. You’re resilient, you’re strong, you say sorry when you need to, and you remember the names of all the different screwdriver heads. You’re good with kids, with old people, with shy people; you ARE shy people, old people, kids. You are extrovert lit like a firework, you are roman candle and catherine wheel and the smell of birthday wishes hanging in the air. You are good with quiet, with the pauses, internal, and damn, I admire that. You are creative and compassionate and the kind of company I love best and yes, as well as drawn and crumpled, sore and threadbare some days, you are beautiful, sure, but at the risk of sounding like that guy from Fight Club, you are not an ad for a bar of detergent. You, my friend, are dear, and you are loved.


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Something to note – from WipeOutHomophobia

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More fantastic YAL photos

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Badges rock!

Submitted by Sam Feeney on August 4, 2013 at 12:54 pm


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Our first song submission

Submitted by Jacob Saunders on July 31, 2013 at 10:13 am

I wrote this song based on how I’ve felt when I’ve been at my lowest and clinging on to the hope that it will be better again one day. Remember, you are loved!

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Poetry by Carol Robson

Submitted by Carol Robson on July 25, 2013 at 5:56 pm



Accepted for being you

but were you really?

Really didn’t get to know

the real beautiful you

their loss, not yours.


You accepted who you are

as did your true friends

and not just for entertainment value

or being politically correct.


This is my personal view

being different doesn’t suck

actually it bloody rocks

and I don’t give a fuck.


© Carol Robson 2012


Please Listen


Mum, Dad, don’t you know I’m really a girl.

Mum, Dad, don’t you know I’m really a boy.

torment, anguish, no one listens

please listen to me, I’m hurting

confused, troubled, but I know the truth.


Getting older, it doesn’t go away.

Mum and Dad, you are listening now

however, others don’t, I’m scared.

Schools a bad place, taunted, and teased

shut your mouth, they say, I can’t, I won’t.


They see someone, but that’s not me

real me, being torn apart inside.

Please listen to me, I’m hurting

hurting from physical and mental torture

outside, inside, bruised and scarred.


Mum, Dad, finally you realise, I need help

the right help, to be my true self

saved from the ravages of masculinisation

saved from the ravages of feminisation

saved from a life of inner torment and anguish

saved from suicide.


Taunts and bullying lessen, but still there

bigots and bullies afraid to learn

they now see the real me, just being me

is that so scary, is that so bad?

Acceptance isn’t so hard,

want to know, just ask.


Family and true friends, accept, love me,

love me for who I am.

Mum and Dad love their daughter

Mum and Dad love their son

finally, so happy, no longer hurting

just being, the real me.


© 2013 Carol Robson




I came, I went, I’m here again

Not the same, different, but still me

Was happy, but sad

Looking for answers, afraid to ask

Alas! hidden behind the mask


Moving in a life with those I love

Yet! no real friends, fear behind the mask

Acquaintances only, which is so sad

A partner and children I so dearly love

Yet! still hidden behind the mask


Years fall away

The hiding stays

Fear of exposure

Hurting those I love

Who is really hurting

Behind the mask


Angel of death beckoned

It was so real

Not like me

Still living a lie

Near death behind the mask


Guardian angel came and I clawed back

It was the time for the mask to fade

Gradually it falls away

However, the hurt and the pain stay

For those who mean so much to me


No longer a need to hide

Truly loved ones are by my side

The real me is flourishing now

The actor is no longer needed

No more mask


Here is the real me

Family, friends and soul mates

So dear to me

Their love for me, just being me

I came, I went, I am finally here.


© 2011 Carol Robson

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You Are Loved at Buff Manchester

Submitted by the guys at BUFF on July 16, 2013 at 9:29 am

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Postcard from Kirkby Stephen

Submitted by Elliot on June 18, 2013 at 4:10 pm

Postcard from Kirkby Stephen - Elliott Brooker 1

Postcard from Kirkby Stephen - Elliott Brooker 2

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Submitted by Sarah McEvoy on May 4, 2013 at 1:55 pm

There never was another you,
nor will there be; no matter who
you are, you have a special place,
a fleeting slice of time and space
to brighten as you journey through.

And every day provides anew
small deeds that only you can do,
reflecting in each grateful face
that you are loved.

Be who you are, and thus be true,
not what the world would make of you;
coercion is its own disgrace;
no criticism can efface
that you are loved.

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Amazing painting from Liam :-)

Submitted by Liam on May 4, 2013 at 1:32 pm

YAL rotated

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