So, first up I should start with some honesty, cause that’s what everyone covets, right? Honesty. Everyone wants it, few people get it, and when we’re given it more often than not it’s about as welcome as testing positive for gonorrhoea then being punched in the face. But what I’m going to be honest about … Continue reading Not on the Priority List.
This essay is for anyone who has battled an eating disorder. It's about how easy it is to fall back into that mindset, especially while wrestling with poor mental health. I wrote it a while back during a particularly bad spell of depression, which was soon a prelude to the return of dangerous eating habits. … Continue reading Eating Your Issues
Intro Note: I started writing this essay about 12 months ago when I found myself falling into a romantic situation with someone that I knew, from previous experience, was bad for me. I kept coming back to it but could never find a decent ending because, in all honesty, as much as I knew the … Continue reading Delicate
None of us are strangers to lonely nights. The ones that sit uncomfortably in the pit of your stomach like a bad meal; those achy, late hours that make you contemplate your own mortality. Those nights where your left hand just doesn’t cut it. Nights where you’d rather have your fingers wrapped around a ten-inch … Continue reading Grindr & The Type of Guys You’ll Meet There.
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
The first time I ever heard the term ‘eating disorder’ I was around the age of 11. I’d dived into one of my mother’s magazines and in the middle of it was an article accompanied by upsetting images of emaciated girls with folded hands and hollow-looking eyes. I didn’t know what anorexia or bulimia … Continue reading Skinny-ish
I want a boyfriend. Any boyfriend. And this boy, the one with a handsome face attached to a toned body, fits my idea nicely. Initially I only liked his Instagram; then I started to appreciate his quirky web presence and his endearingly blunt replies. Then, before I knew it, it soon became him I liked. … Continue reading Menthol Cigarettes
It’s easy to forget someone’s magic when they’re no longer in your life. Their faults, mistakes and indiscretions become a narrative louder than "Remember how happy he once made you." Those times they made you feel amazing are now foggy and time-worn; the passionate sex is a dimly lit, bland memory. Yes, it’s easier to … Continue reading Common Ground – Being happy for your ex.
Later this week, millions of people across the country will come together to celebrate the crippling, ball-booting farce known as Valentine’s Day. They’ll express their love by sending flowers, booking overpriced restaurants and splattering stomach churning posts all over your social media feeds. Those bastards. Valentine’s Day, the only national occasion dedicated to mental illness. … Continue reading Un-Valentine’s Day