I wake up late. Change into an all black outfit, slap sunscreen on my face and wrap an emerald scarf around my neck. My first bus is late– but it’s always late and I’ve made it a habit of catching the one at 7:44am knowing it will arrive at 7:57am. I run out my house…
Two little girls on the bus had a fight. I catch only the end of it As I take my seat in the back. They fall silent after the last hurtful word is thrown, But stay seated next to each other. Three stops pass and the one in brown prepares herself to get off. Though,…
A man eats a brick of parmesan cheese on the bus. Seated next to me, he’s white haired and pink, his bright orange Joe Fresh bag divides us. I watch him eat his smelly brick, the plastic cling falling over his fingers, $19.15, it reads. He catches me staring, but doesn’t say a word. Instead,…
When I landed in London, I took the Southern train from Gatwick Airport to the closest tube station. Naturally, as a commuter, the first few things I noticed were: mind the gap is more valid than it is in Toronto because the trains are NEVER levelled with the platform; the tube is AN ENTIRE world…
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…
I love YouTube. It helps me keep up to date with art news, watch the latest fashion shows, has video essays on history, race, politics and feminism. Though, it has an ugly side– from privileged, mysognist YouTubers to commenters who police women’s bodies to plain assholes. Here a just a few unappealing titles: 15 Things…
I’m attracted to people who drain the life from me, either as a result of lack of maturity or ambition.
Being able to choose your race to paint yourself whatever colour you like then call “trans-racial” is clear indicator of privilege. Many black people in some shape or form have racial trauma that has been handed down to them, be it in the mannerisms their were taught, the precautions, and the survivor skills needed to…
Single dose Powder pouches of Soothing lemon flavour– I’ve been drinking drugstore remedies To cure my common cold: Cough syrup, honey, And tea made with acetaminophen; There’s no real food in my stomach, Just healing liquids That put me to sleep and give me Nightmares.
