Hard Rubbish

The thing about having constant internal battles is that is comes with extra shit, like lot's of sick leave, confused friends and weight gain/loss. After making an impressive dent in the couch with my cat by my side, I decided it was time I try going to work. Halfway through the morning, my mother texted, … Continue reading Hard Rubbish

The Night I Tried To Buy Dope

I folded three twenty-dollar notes and zipped them into my track pants; beginning the dress-down role I was planning to take on. Each of my silver rings I squeezed off my sweaty fingers and chucked them next to the sink. Next I took out some black eye shadow and rubbed it carelessly over my lids … Continue reading The Night I Tried To Buy Dope

Bumble and the Faux-Feminist Brigade

Three years after beginning my journey on dating apps, fuck-boi behaviour still slips through, parading as a ‘sex-posi dude who is interested in feminism and indoor plants'. I know. That’s like three red flags I missed. “Did you know that the deadliest spiders are actually those that live underground, like the funnel web?” Isaac awkwardly … Continue reading Bumble and the Faux-Feminist Brigade