“Witches aren’t monsters, they’re just women! They’re fucking women who cum and giggle and play in the night. And that’s why everybody wants to set them on fire ‘cause they’re so fucking jealous” – Ilana Wexler, Broad City, S4:E3-18:30-19:10 Witches
Mini Skirts, Side Salads & Religion
I ate meat accidentally on Wednesday. I was with a party who hadn’t realized there was meat hidden in a dish. I was mortified when it was discussed afterward and it seemed everyone knew– apart from me, although it was announced that I was a vegetarian in the beginning. Everyone seemed to smile at me…
Baby Blue.
“Nevertheless, in every kind of human communication, there are always going to be things that one cannot translate. No matter what the language, there are gaps and absences.” “I became very interested in these kinds of vacillations and in how they are expressed through physical places and psychics states.” “Once I was able to…
#BlackGirlMagic is not a Cult
Today I’m writing this post to remind and ensure everyone that #BlackGirlMagic is not a threat to whiteness, it never has been and never will be. Rather #BlackGirlMagic is a hashtag of empowerment. More and more each day this hashtag has populated the feeds of Facebook, Instagram and Twitter and for that we have CaShawn…
Types of Privilege – Part One
Privilege rears its head in many forms and places. It is crucial to remember that those who are privileged in one form may be under privileged in another. And for that reason, we must always reassess the roles we play in the narratives of privilege and discrimination. Heterosexual Privilege: I have a love/hate relationship with Coming…
Pussy for Privilege: Part One
“He’s gone, it’s time to lose the weight and move on.” “Don’t marry anyone too dark.” “Why is your hair like this?” “Oh my god, I’m in shock.” “You look so good.” “Is this hair yours? Is it relaxed?” “Men like curly hair, but nothing too kinky.” “Marry a white man.” Here are just a…
Rant: “Nude” vs. “Beige”
I spend 40 hours a week working as a Bra Specialist at a Canadian lingerie retailer. Although, it isn’t what I intend to do for the rest of my life, it has taught me some incredible life lessons and skills. Amoung them are the controversies and issues with the word “nude.” In the beginning, I…
1.21.20b
Your assumptions of who I am, what I am and why I am the way I am, have nothing to do with me. You want answers ask more questions and be satisfied with what you get or fuck off entirely.
1.21.20
Distance Is not a factor. Closeness Has no correlation to initmacy. Kilometres from kin– Irrelevant. You are simply Filled with excuses Not to see me.
Sweat and Fret: Weight Loss and the Threat of Nuclear Annihilation.
I’ve started exercising again. I know, I know. I hate New Years and it’s new yous, but this isn’t like that. I’m just trying to move around more, y’know, to get the blood flowing, get some strength and tone my legs. I used to run on the treadmill at the gym, remember? I’d watch the…
12.28.19
I’m so sick of hating my body. It’s so much work. This constant fixation on things that are too big or too small or too loose. It’s exhausting. I’m sick of comparing myself to Instagram influencers and curvy celebs. I’m tired of counting spoonfuls and tracking steps. Leave me the fuck alone. Let my jiggly…
12.06.19
We fall back into old routines With the same affection and uncertainty. Forgetful, Distracted by the lure of love; Behind our eyes, A dozen unanswered questions.
30.10.19
Oblong and oolong Orange leaves Whither in winter’s wake.
10.17.19
Speak them into existence And they will haunt the air. Ghouls or goals? Your tongue is a sharp thing, A pointed wand, and All words are magic, So think before you speak.
10.10.19
Coconut shells Glazed Glided in gold Given in goodbyes. Etched Their lacquered depths And chipped edges Reflect your clumsy hand Your dry humour. Somewhere Bundled and bound In the abyss called closet Are my letters. There Pages peppered My wit, the quick whip Of my tongue, temper flaring Deep, down, the dark depths Hidden Between…
9.29.19
Pylons, The honeybees of a developing city Over flowerbeds and bike racks Making way for city plots and Parking lots, and 40 storeys– Tales tales Which wake us in the Early morning Cracked concrete and reversal beeps. Playgrounds removed And replaced, Children displaced, Our rent rising As old homes fall.
8.27.19
Hopeless romantics Cling to connection Like baguettes and bike rides, or Late nights laying in the park– Gazing golly and glee– The stars tell stories To the eyes that gaze upon them.
