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
Falling for a friend is a familiar heartache that so many of us have shared. Every moment in each other’s company can be thick with confusion; you don’t know if you’ll feel one thing, or another. It can cause tension that is neither sexy or sustainable and break your heart with such finality you’re uncertain … Continue reading Falling for a Friend
What is depression to you? To me it’s an invisible illness whose symptoms feel almost physical. A hammering in my chest from anxiety; a sore head from trying to wade my way through a sea of foggy thoughts. It's a prickly panic that washes over me when I'm outside. It’s being obsessed with fitness and … Continue reading Me, Myself & My Mental Health.
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.
The amount of times I’ve opened Snapchat, Facebook and/or Twitter and have been greeted by the news that someone I use to have feelings for has now hooked up with someone else that I know – or perhaps have also been with – is worryingly frequent. It happens and there I am, replaying that Snap, looking at … Continue reading Tiny Beds.
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
Addiction is something I’ve wrestled with from as far back as I can remember. There's been periods where I've felt as though I would never recover. Times that I was completely and utterly at the mercy of someone, or something, else. Throughout my life I’ve felt powerless to a situation, I’ve felt powerless to a … Continue reading My Struggle with Addiction (Go Sober.)
Today is World Suicide Prevention Day, but not many people know that. Partly because it isn’t really considered a suitable topic for casual conversation, as opposed to say a broken arm, and partly because a lot of people operate under the ‘don’t ask, don’t tell’ way of thinking. It’s a taboo subject, it's a hard subject … Continue reading Running Up That Hill – World Suicide Prevention Day
(I am completely aware that this title probably makes me sound like a middle aged woman.) There’s something weirdly pleasurable about seeing a past fling in the street. It’s like waiting on that second sneeze that never comes. It happened today and I couldn’t help but think ‘I wonder if he still wants to fuck?’ … Continue reading Why I’m now seeking intimacy over casual sex.