the ramblings of a fellow commoner
I’m in the male-gaze stage of the relapse. I'm four months back on the wagon, and I need to get my thrills somehow because newsflash: early recovery sucks. So here's a poem inspired by my latest situationship, because dating a man truly is a humiliation ritual, especially if you date the type I go for.… Continue reading HOLY SMOKES
This is the last time I put myself through this, I keep telling myself. Just like I had told myself last time, too.
Brexit happened. He went to grab the champagne. I cried my eyes out.
(ARTICLE) As women (NB: to be understood as womxn), we are led to believe the fallacy that we can be anything we want, just like the boys - albeit with plenty of exceptions. We can't be too loud. We can't be too funny. We can't be too smart. We can't be too angry. Out of… Continue reading Don’t get angry…
(FICTION - HORROR) To be published in my wonderful friend Aitor's zine with some sick illustrations that I'll upload once available. This is the 1500 words version. "Don't be precious", Steve had told her, "this is as good a place as any". Ella looked around the vast, dilapidated space. The building used to be a… Continue reading HANDS
(FICTION) It's happened - he's done it again. Fucking JJ. He's relentless. This time, it happened when he pulled up in his swanky black BMW. He rolled down his window and looked me down, and up, and down again, with a smile. I said hi and leaned forward to tell him my order. I was… Continue reading The Lips For It
“Oi…oi! OI!” it takes two more “oi”’s for me to stop walking and turn around. I figure I must’ve dropped something, that’s why the guy I just passed is persisting to get my attention. “I met you the other day, I was with Z”, he says, “You might not remember me”. I vaguely recall bumping… Continue reading The ‘No’ Conundrum
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