An essay on battling internalised homophobia, and the road to self-acceptance. My friends will gladly share embarrassing stories about me. Most of these are innocuous enough; entry level humiliations that are ultimately harmless. They’ll rehash fables of drunk me stumbling around like a mummy with outstretched arms trying to hug a disinterested boy to death; … Continue reading My First Drag Show
Disappointingly for all concerned this is not a crash course on how to be a bitch. For one, if you need to follow a step-by-step guide then you’re unfortunately not emotionally equipped to gracefully manoeuvre the ‘bitch’ lifestyle (and thus are probably a good person.) Secondly, if you are that kind of dingbat that opened … Continue reading Bitch, Please – Are You Brutally Honest, or Straight-Up Nasty?
I am very lost right now. I’m not even at a crossroads, where at least I’d have a 25% change of going the right way. No. I am stranded in the middle of Sahara armed with nothing but punctured dreams and a half-empty water bottle. Got to love that ole cliché. You know, the one … Continue reading The 80’s Screwed Us Over
I’m pretty aware of all my flaws, mostly because if I haven’t already highlighted them myself, then someone else has took immense pride in pointing them out. It’s not all Regina George ego over here. Oh God, I have so many flaws that it’s impossible to list. That’s what a lot of my focus will … Continue reading Sitting Still With Anxiety
I’ve learned that eyebrow maintenance is akin to godliness. Groom your fucking eyebrows, but don’t fight the shape too much. At the start of the year I only had one eyebrow, but now I take great pride in photographing these twins.
I do all the things that grown-ups do. I work, I make money, I pay my bills. I am fully integrated into the tedium of adulthood. It’s a system that’s designed so even people like me, who are prone to mild spats of erratic anxiety and public meltdowns, can work it. You do your job … Continue reading A to B
It’s the weekend and I am stuck in hell. Hell, to me anyway, is a crowded bar or club. I can’t see past my hand and I’m bathed in a very unflattering neon-light. It might be dark, but I know I am surrounded by other people because I both smell and feel their sweaty bodies … Continue reading A Shot of Social Anxiety.
Reality: I am deeply dog-less and I am saddened by this fact for many reasons. Pets provide you with a certain comfort in times of need. If you have a dog then passers-by credit you with a certain amount of intellectual merit (when in truth I am little more than a lonely, barking lunatic.) They are … Continue reading Do I Want a Dog or a Boyfriend?
My Childhood Fears: I am on the cusp of eleven and I am afraid of a lot of things. A list of things that keep me awake at night, but is not exclusive to, include: Losing my glasses; peeing myself in a public place; finding a bone in my chicken & a potential smallpox outbreak … Continue reading Childhood Fears Vs Adult Fears