I'm a massive fan of doom and gloom, but recently I've had some soppy thoughts about being a woman which I'd like to stretch out properly and shove into people's minds like fast food leaflets through letterboxes. After fully digesting how manufactured and essentially unnecessary the anguish and discomfort of my adolescence was, I quite … Continue reading The silver lining to being an oppressed woman.
The friendships I value the most are ones in which vulnerability has played a big part. When the other person has parts of themselves offered up on the line. Raw unfiltered words from a friend to me is what keeps the existential loneliness bay. I understand it’s very difficult to wear your vulnerability with pride. Me … Continue reading The Attractiveness of Vulnerability
All my life I have felt completely and utterly adrift from all things deemed feminine. I have never felt that they have anything to do with me and that I needed to do anything with them. My babysitter showed concern that I wanted a trainset for Christmas. In my early years I calmly told my … Continue reading The pull of being ‘non-binary’