I have noticed in myself a kind of hermit-crabbing. I have watched myself retreating from the outside turbulence and the rough tides. I have listened to myself whisper quietly, words that sound like exhaustion, like a dry bark or as if my tongue were stuck to my palate. I have become a hermit-crab, creating a house out of each new situation that I find myself in. … Continue reading We, who live here.
Words like commitment, marriage, partnership, love and promise are used so often in this superficial society of ours. I grew up believing whole heartedly that these words held value and would be a part of my fairytale. As I have grown and aged and been exposed to life in the few years that I have had of it, I have come to recognise that I … Continue reading Truth and a proposal
I have only ever been cognitively ill-equipped to deal with sensory overload twice in my life. Both times I had, by mistake, consumed substances that enhanced my senses in a way that I had not been warned about. The first was less of an overload and more of a sensual awakening that required me to be removed from all human beings who might potentially catch … Continue reading David Attenborough
Christmas has, in our family, always been a random collection of ridiculous, but magical events that have come to be called ‘tradition’. I love Christmas in our family home. Our tradition makes Christmas a 4-7 day affair. If memory serves me correctly, it always begins with my dad refusing point blank to come on the long, often windy and dark journey (because working up until … Continue reading Family Festivities
Love. Love is something that I have learned. I do not believe that I was born able to love. I do not believe that anyone is born able to do anything actually, we learn and acquire and copy. Everything that we are and become, is recycled from everything that was before us, that came with us and comes after us. Love is learning. In my … Continue reading Love and Learning
I tried to work out how many pap smears I probably should have had in my life already. The equation should include one a year since the beginning of my period and then one every 6 months since I began being sexually active. If my memory serves me correctly, which it might not, because some traumas are easily forgotten, then I think I have had … Continue reading Smearing the pap.
5 years ago, almost to the day, a very tall white man, with a thick mop of dark brown hair, big dark eyes, and a strong jawline walked past me in a bar as I made my way to the bathroom. We met eyes for a moment, but I didn’t think twice about it. I was at the bar attempting to get back with my … Continue reading True Communication