11.7.18

The entries below are purely fiction. 9.14.20 I like the colour grey. The more and more it rains, the more and more I like the colour grey. It’s funny how different the city looks when it rains. All the pedestrians take out their umbrellas, and from my balcony they look like little, multi-coloured Pac Men,... Continue Reading →

Interview with a Serial Killer

I'm a single gal and a career woman, and every now and then I get asked whether or not I go on dates. Usually, I have two answers: 1) Kind of, but I already know the person and the word date is only being used to describe us hanging out for the first time in... Continue Reading →

Home II

When it rains my shoulders sting: Sometimes even before the drops hit the ground. My bones can tell when the sky is grey, and when the rain is coming. My body knows this land and my skin reacts when I leave. Hives cover my body and my sleep pattern is no pattern at all. A... Continue Reading →

“My Husband Doesn’t Like It.”

Among the many interesting comments heard in the world of retail, this one has to be my favourite: “I’m returning it because my husband doesn’t like it.” And perhaps this blog post will be written from a place of naivety, being that I’m single, unmarried and at the peak of my independence, but it always... Continue Reading →

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... Continue Reading →

“You’re too sexy to frown.”

I hate when men assume the authority to police a woman's body on the street. And I mean this beyond sexist macroagressive behaviour like yelling, "Hey sexy!" Or "How much?" out their car window. Funny enough, what particularly bothers me is the need to tell me to smile while I'm walking down the street. "Smile,... Continue Reading →

Rapists Get 24hrs in a Day

Do you think it's contradictory to tell me not to go out at night while disagreeing with victim-blaming as a whole? Last night I texted my brother, as I usually do most nights, to see how he was doing. After talking briefly about my approaching birthday and my aspirations I said to him, "Being a lady... Continue Reading →

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