Hello! Welcome to ‘Stories of Her’.
These are the real stories of remarkable women throughout human history. And I tell these stories through fictional diaries that I have written from the perspective of these great women. While the diaries are not real, the stories they tell are and it is my aim, twice a week, to shine the spotlight on these fascinating people.
This is not, nor has it ever been, a patronising jaunt through women’s history nor has it ever been an attempt to idolise women, or put them on a pedestal and forget the others who contributed to their stories. This is the story of all these women who I shine a spotlight on and every single person who helped make their stories.
Who Am I?
You can call me Ally. I am 31 years of age and I live in a largish town in the northeast of England. I know you’re dying to know more about me, but, really, I spend my time doing as little as possible. So consumed by my social anxiety, logic, and the never ending quest for the perfect bacon sandwich, there’s little room for much else in this little existence of mine…
I do enjoy my photography, must be said, but mostly, I try my hardest to flicker away each second waiting for the glorious day I shuffle this mortal coil and end up being dumped in the nearest landfill. With my largely bacon only diet… I’m actually surprised I’ve made it this far.
Apart from blanking out the screams of my ever increasingly blocked arteries, I don’t do much else. I love my photography. I have a weird obsession with Excel spreadsheets, including one particularly dark chapter in my life when I built my own searchable thesaurus that I’ve never used since. I love stuffing as much food as humanly possible into my mouth. Oh, and I also enjoy vacuuming. I’m left handed, with some things, like writing, and right handed with other things, like guitar, and right handed with some things but left handed with others depending on the situation. I can only cut with a knife in my right hand but can only butter with a knife in my left hand. I’m a bit odd like that. Oh, and of course, I’ve never had a girlfriend, but if you’re in the Teesside area and are incredibly desperate and have lost the will to live, give me a call. It’s 10 seconds you won’t regret. For very long…
I attended a secondary school for five years. Spent most of it rebelling and flunking. I did get an A in art, though. I then went to college. I flunked most of that, too. Did get an A-level in art. I then tried to get into university, at which point it probably comes as no surprise to learn I didn’t get in. I did go to another college and got a BTEC National Diploma in… yes, art again. I did nothing with these grades, spending six years on unemployment benefits, until, on one snowy day at the end of November, 2017, I finally gained employment as a graphic designer for a small, yet perfectly formed, company.
What do I look like? Hmm. Very skinny. Sorta John Lennon crossed with a rich hobo. Around 10 stone in weight and of Italian-Irish decent, so… I do look a bit like a very pasty Italian. Once my most prized feature was my long hair, but a strange and brief brush with confidence saw it shaved off for something all the more shorter at the end of 2021, after 15 years of having it super long. Despite this, my hair remains very special to me. It is famed for its pearly lustre, the rainbow of shades of brown it’s made up of, and its gnarly bounce. As you can tell, my hair is close to my heart. Almost as much as the tidal wave of fat…
I would like to point out that I am a man. MALE! This is because of some confusion that crops up now and again, not just online, but also in my day to day life. I’m fairly certain I don’t look like a woman. But I’ve never worn make up before or a dress, so I can’t be completely certain.
I also can’t swim or ride a bike. It’s not relevant, but it’s cropped up rather a lot over the years, for some reason…
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