As I mentioned, I have a gay carer now. Fine chap, really cheerful, who is doing the job because he actually chooses to, and wants to. His name is Wayne, but I call Gawain. No reason why, just seems to be right.

There are certain things that he’s better at than others, and Gawain definitely likes the more ‘ creative ‘ jobs.

He’s also good at giving me a scrub in the mornings. I can do all the bits that I can reach myself, but not the bits I can’t. I don’t think my bottom has ever been washed so thoroughly before either. I can’t actually feel or see what he’s doing, but I’m guessing he’s giving it a good going over every morning that he comes …

My LGBTQW credentials have never been higher…

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