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”