I used to be good at sex. You have to understand: I was a stammering ball of terror for most of my teens and early twenties. I used to panic when acquaintances offered me high-fives. I was forty minutes early to every class during my first two years of university, and while my fellow students… Continue reading Guilty Secrets
It’s been a while. If you follow me on Facebook you’ll know that I recently spoke about how miraculous anti-depressants have been for me, how I’ve just recently regained my ability to Human. I have a lot of material to go through before I start properly writing again; I accumulated about seventy-five single spaced pages… Continue reading A Brief Update
Ways to celebrate International Women’s Day: Concoct a potion of lavender and the shattered glass of ceilings your friends and foremothers smashed through, drink it down and digest it because of your rock solid gut. Get yourself a grass-fed, hormone-free steak from a local farmer and feast of the insecurities of the patriarchy. Buy yourself… Continue reading Happy International Women’s Day
When I first stepped towards the light… That is when I first took a massive, shuddering step out of the bog of remorse and self-hatred, I lay in bed for hours. It was a Monday. I missed school that morning. I missed school that morning and I took a massive, shuddering step out of the… Continue reading Because Love.
I never understood what it meant to be a woman. I hunt and knit and chop wood and wear dresses, and I’ve often felt like the traditional dividing lines between genders split me uncomfortably down the middle. Womanhood was never a thing I understood, let alone identified with. My friends were people, I was people,… Continue reading Girls Only: What’s the Password?