I don’t know exactly when or how I stopped being insecure about how I look. It’s not that I learned to love my body and see all its flaws as […]
Obsessively binge watching Jane the Virgin coincided with – and perhaps influenced – my decision to stop dating and stop having sex. Not dating when you are romantically-lonely is uncomfortable […]
There are a lot of books that I enjoyed as a child that dismay me as an adult. But I try not to be a loud too often so I […]
Being a feminist mother of a (white) son sometimes involves a different approach to that of parenting daughters that goes beyond the strange things that happen in their nappies (how […]
Damn I look pretty and happy in this selfie! I’m not supposed to say I look pretty so that’s why I am. Apparently taking selfies makes me narcissistic and vain. […]