Fox

Hi everyone, I'm Fox, I have a room in Redland, I'm a student, and I love Bristol and everything it has to offer. I love to dress up and have fun, and although Pride is my favourite protest, I'm also here to stand for democracy and the planet and women's rights and all the other things we need to protest about because we have a cunch of bunts for our governments. *shakes fist*

I really love zines and the DIY movement, I love drag, I'm really proud of this little website, and I bloody love KNONK collective! I have two of my zines up on the website so far, they are not in print right now because full colour printing is expensive but you can read them right here! Click on the titles to read the full zine.

Thoughts from a bad bisexual

Am I REALLY bisexual? Am I doing it wrong? Why is everyone so angry at someone who seems to be perhaps a bit like me?

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My posts (scroll down):
Counter protest against Bristol Patriots
My Life as a Courgette
The Cat who saved Books
What a Drag! Another open mic?

So we went to the counter demo to shout “fascist scum, off our streets” at, well, at some fascist scum who were on our streets and it was a very lively protest. Ah-ha-ha!

Most of the protests I’ve been to are just a lot of standing around, listening to some talks, maybe a slow march. This was quite a different story. The official numbers from the BBC are that there were 40 Bristol Patriots outnumbered by about 200 counter protestors. I’ve seen estimates up to 500. Initially, the police had us on opposite sides of the Cenotaph, while a line of police vans (including from the wider area) lined the marching route. They tried to march down to Castle Park along the centre side of Primark and Cabot Circus, but the mass of counter protesters blocked them at every junction and eventually they had to turn back.

At one point I managed to get ahead of the march, but there were very few of us there and I got scared staring down the mounted police so I ended up just flattening myself against the wall until the march had passed and I could join my own side again. I’m sorry, I’m not very brave!

I was trying hard to stay out of the scrums because I’m scared of fighting, but then we got kettled and the police charged the crowd with horses to pack people in more tightly and I was right by the cordon anyway.

That kettle was a mess, though. We were just outside Cabot at that point so lots of shoppers and bystanders had joined the crowd or were just checking out to see what was going on.

There was a short, black woman nearby the cordon where we were standing, and she was shouting that she was scared, that she was not OK, that she didn’t feel safe as a black woman (packed tight in a crowd of people surrounded by police, go figure). Eventually, the white protesters around her told the police to let her go as she was having a panic attack, and they finally let her out.

Kettling is such BS. They pinned us down while the “patriots” turned around and walked back to the cenotaph. After being held for a while, the crowd outside the kettle (protesters and bystanders) started chanting “let them out” and there was a break in the cordon, after which we could flow out.

We grabbed a late lunch at that point and hung around a while as the counter protesters were still singing and hanging around. I met people who had been pepper sprayed and batonned. The general air was victorious, but I went home feeling thoroughly intimidated.

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Since Saturday, I’ve been watching footage from the protest, including the video (Bristol Post) where Ryan Ferguson shouts “Heil Hitler” and makes the salute at some Jewish counter protesters. I saw him through the line of police vans at the front of the march, throwing his fist like a fake Nazi salute. I couldn’t hear what he was shouting because we were all holding up a “fascist scum, off our streets” chant the whole way. Rumour is he was arrested.

A cute French claymation that looks like a kid's film and is rated PG, but holy crap is it dark.
The DVD case blithely notes that the main character goes to an orphanage after his parents die. It doesn't mention that his mother is a severe alcoholic who threatens to beat him and dies after he acidentally causes her to fall down the stairs. And he is but one of the seven-or-so severely traumatised 8-10 year olds that form the heart of this charming, colourful film.
Is it a French thing?
I'm not against challenging themes in kid's entertainment though, and it treats the kids and their strange behaviours with respect and a gentle hand. The characters are all multi-dimensional, even while made of clay. There's a bully, who turns out not to be all that bad, but also doesn't stop bullying just because they had a good talk. There's a girl with PTSD from unspecified parental abuse, whose mood can be read by how much hair covers up the scar on her face. And a girl who ended up in state care after her mother was deported to an African country, who rushes out the door with a "maman?" whenever a car approaches, but then when her mother does show up, she doesn't go with her.
And, perhaps most surprisingly, we are trusted with these subtle characterisations, trusted to connect the dots and understand what's going on with these kids. Is that a French thing?Because I like it.
Beautiful, slightly haunting.

Recommended if you like:

• Mature kids stuff
• stop-motion animation
• hopeful stories with damaged characters

Why do I keep picking up these Japanese books about cats, and books, and slightly magical, quirky characters? I don't think I enjoy them.
This is a book trying to be a Ghibly film where a bookish boy gets whisked away to a magical world of books where he has to verbally spar with people who mistreat books, but... it's not good?
There's a section in the book that makes fun of publishers that just throw out any old rubbish that fits a trend and is easy to read, such that the earth is literally covered with all these cheap, discarded books and I don't mean to be a dick to Mr Natsukawa, but I think this is one of those?
Not for me.

28 Jan 2026

House of Boussé is a trans-forward drag house and they have an open mic in Café Kino that is strange, wonderful, inscrutable, delightful. It feels a little bit culty but like, in a good way.
Drag can be a funny thing to try to define. The open mic is for any short form performance art by trans+ artists. I’ve seen comedy, music, horror, historical, and genre-defining what-is-its on What a Drag’s small stage and personally, I’m ready for more.

Last Wednesday of the month, check at: What a Drag! (IG)
Café Kino is at:

Recommended if you like:

1. Drag
2. Trans rights AND trans wrongs
3. In-jokes