Hairy Times
Lockdown necessitated home haircuts. But it feels like surrendering hope. And atop my head, there is mayhem. What hairy sorcery is this?
Lockdown necessitated home haircuts. But it feels like surrendering hope. And atop my head, there is mayhem. What hairy sorcery is this?
Two strangers who once were not. Or were they?
There’s a name for my generation. Children of Baby Boomers who arrived some calendar pages too early to be Millenial. Generation X.
Some nights are a turquoise tango, some days are an orange solo.
If you were in drag, what would you be like? And where does the drag stop and where begins your identity?
Why is forgiveness so hard? Because it involves going back to face deeply unpleasant feelings. Does saying sorry guarantee forgiveness?
“as if the past is a monster, a trap, not a blanket of known thorns, an old jacket that just fits too tight in the same way a corset does”
Does your presence in a space leave scars or interesting stories?
I love a good romcom. I am a feminist. I’ve always been conflicted about ‘He’s Just Not That Into You’.
Nobody feels safe right now. Why is it okay for one to weaponise their pain? It’s an unhealthy way to get through the day.