The friendzone assumes that women owe men sex for nice behaviour. This mindset is part of rape culture, whose other manifestations are incels and acid attacks.
My journey through Valentine’s Days is full of bloody warfare, dangerous laughter, cold money and seething rage. What was it like today?
Our value as human beings is determined by our use. What happens to the things that make us human in this capitalist world? Mental health suffers.
Why does a woman have to earn a life of dignity through abuse & assault when men receive it as birthright?
If we’re going to measure morality based on what we eat, let’s examine the food on our plates first.
A lovely return to my late 20s where books absorbed me with a rigour I did not experience in my social or professional life. It was like coming home.
A house that is a warzone. A courtroom for custody battles. Dumping ground for other people’s pain. My body.
If I were fifteen years younger, I’d identify as nonbinary. Gender has been the biggest weapon of the beaten path.
Giving sex an easy place in my mind, required moving around the furniture inside my head – old traumas, inherited shame, cultural taboos. This book taught me flying.
An ode to disappointing idols, to deified affections, to desecrated loyalties,