A Date With Polyamory
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
Relationships
Navigating Family, Friendship, Marriage, Colleagues, Companions & other social connections
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Being The Story
I ran into someone who last saw me before I went through the biggest war of my life. I had to think about how to tell my story.
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Breaking Up With The RomCom
I have been a fan of the romcom since it became possible for me to choose what to watch. Now, I find myself wincing during rewatches.
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I Think I’ve Outgrown Men
I met someone. And in the space of a week, went through relief, connection, amusement, amazement, entertainment, surprise, confusion, irritation and goodbye.
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I Could Love But Wait, Who Am I?
The month of love is almost at end and I’ve managed to not even look at this blog. That characterises how I’ve been. I have been very busy doing things I’m generally known for (writing, performing, organising, scheduling, worrying) and spending nothing at all on things that I am. I never…
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LA-based GirlTalkHQ covers SXonomics: ‘Indian Band SXonomics Using Spoken Word Poetry To Talk Feminism & Fight The Patriarchy’
SXonomics was covered in LA-based publications GirlTalkHQ.
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The Love Adventure: Past Sell-By Date
What does falling in love feel like? I don’t remember. I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about the compromises people make for companionship.
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We Need Witnesses. We Are Witness.
I received a call from an old college friend. It went the way you’d expect such calls to go. A lot shrieking, plenty of laughs, some quiet introspection and a lot more “I am so happy to be talking to you.” I really am. This is more than nostalgia. We…
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My #MeToo Check
#MeToo has just broken out. I’m doing a check on all the ways this describes me. Yes, Me Too.
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Spring-Cleaning For The Soul
I’m surrounded by question marks, in the shape of expensive gifts from you. I’ve discarded the funny, the cheesy, the lighthearted lines like you’ve done our laughs. But what about the Parisian box of songs? La vie en rose may as well be a life of thorns. I don’t like…
