Sense and Sensuality

A note to self and to the boy, on intimacy and vulnerability

“My name sounds so good french kissing your tongue”

Rupi Kaur felt things. She went through the hurting, she went through the loving, she went through the breaking and finally, she felt the healing. They are motions I know all too well. They etch themselves into my skin and make their way into my bones. They creep their way into my veins and bleed into my mind, dripping into my soul. But here, we feel Kaur’s sensuality and through hers, our own. Continue reading “Sense and Sensuality”


On #MenAreTrash

men are trash
Art by Ellen Heydenrych

Dear Men

“Primum non nocere: First, do no harm”.

When the Hippocratic Oath encourages this, I don’t think it is ever meant to be an easy motto to live by. Within us all – female, male, transgender, gender fluid – is the potential to harm. When we say that you are trash, we don’t mean that every man we’ve met has hurt us individually; physically or emotionally. What we mean is that in you, is the potential to harm. Paired with your inherited patriarchy, your male privilege and the normalised violating behaviours that you’ve learned and thus perform uncritically, the threat of harm you can and do cause, is elevated. Continue reading “On #MenAreTrash”

On Fear and Courage

“And here you are living, despite it all”

– Rupi Kaur

Dear Fear

I’ve been making a list of things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing. Continue reading “On Fear and Courage”

A Letter to Change

“Edit your life frequently and ruthlessly. It’s your masterpiece after all.”

– Nathan Morris –

Dear Change

I’ve always enjoyed a good letter so here I am, 23:57 on a Sunday evening, writing a letter to you. You’re exciting but daunting and always pop in when it’s least expected but you’re here now so I’m going to try my best to get to know you again. Continue reading “A Letter to Change”

On English and Her Power

“But if thought can corrupt language, language can corrupt thought.”

– George Orwell –

Dear English

You were the first word I met and the first sentence I got to know; you’re every single thought I’ve pondered over and every dream I’ve woken up from. You’re my awkward small talk and my polite and perfectly pronounced ‘hello, how are you?’ You’re my adoration for alliteration and my secrets that are only willing to come out in my darkest, drunkest hour. You’re the bully that hauntingly oppresses the other languages I’ve ever come to know but simultaneously my first love in this world of writing.

Continue reading “On English and Her Power”