#Ideastory: Doll
Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,
One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking.I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,
PERFECT.
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Let me be the mole on your chin, he says,
One you touch when you’re thinking, unthinking.I’m a plastic Barbie, she says,
PERFECT.
*If you like this you might want to check out my photostory collection or my Instagram stream.
Kim’s Convenience asks, “Do they treat you well?”. I wish someone had thought to ask me that. The question has affection and no saviour complex.
For some months now, Clubhouse has been my new social media toy. It has also been my solace, my refuge during the soul-shattering COVID-19 second wave. I’ve made friendships of a very different kind from any I’ve had before (even counting the pioneering days of chatrooms, blogs & Twitter). Hearing people’s voices through the dark desolation of a pandemic and having those voices be what carry you into choosing to wake up every day – this cannot be explained to somebody who hasn’t experienced it. This piece was written for a theme set by my steadiest co-host, Tareque Laskar – Better Days.
I went out with an older man recently. Age, steadily creeping up on me, doesn’t seem as scary if it looks the way he does, a few years from now.
Shamir Reuben, popular poet & head of content at Kommune was accused of soliciting nude pictures from an underage woman.
I found my kinship with green things when I was 8, watching fascinated as baby shoots poked out of the mud laid on a try, where I’d sprinkled mustard seeds a few days earlier. I didn’t know it then but I became a gardener that day.
Do read my earlier post on Fifty Shades, if you haven’t already. I finished reading the second Fifty Shades book – Fifty Shades Darker. I retract everything I thought while reading the first. This is not a good book. This is not a good story. These aren’t strongly etched characters….