39 Looks Like This
Don’t erase my history and tell me that it’s a compliment. 39 looks like this.
Finding home & a sense of belonging within shifting identity politics of geography, region, language, politics, ideologies and culture.
Don’t erase my history and tell me that it’s a compliment. 39 looks like this.
Today I didn’t feel cool, collected or in control. Today I was incomplete.
I did the #10YearChallenge, placing a photo of me from 2009 side-by-side with one from me now. It brought up life lessons.
Alone time doesn’t always look like this. More often than not, it’s faded, crumpled, tattered even. But it’s important.
“I don’t think he ever actually liked me,” I told a friend last week. Incredulous, he asked me, then why was he with you?
AgentsOfIshq ran a story of mine on dark skin pride and my love of colour.
I switched dating apps. No, this time it wasn’t because awful people drove me away. It’s because Tinder kept demanding my phone number and wouldn’t let me login without it. I’ve never indulged corporations that think they can hold me to ransom, especially when I have a choice. So my…
I called rainbowwashing in pride month. Alex Strangelove is narcissistic and an insulting representation of queer people.
Is your first thought of a stranger an uncharitable one? What do your judgements say about you?
Last week, I drew a line and said, “I’m done. No more. Goodbye.” I have lived through the dreadfulness of limbo, the sheer callousness of men who will not spend a minute reflecting on their feelings. And you know what? It is just not that important any more. 2017 wrecked…