Alone Time Doesn’t Always Look Like This
Alone time doesn’t always look like this. More often than not, it’s faded, crumpled, tattered even. But it’s important.
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I’m Always Coming of Age
I think I’ll be coming of age for the rest of my life. I immerse myself in people & experiences, that it is the death of the rest of me.
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2019, You’re Kicking Butt Already
I started 2019 on a promising note. I broken through long held fears. I fell splatch but even my blood stains make art.
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Life is hard. Men are crap. Books are bae.
I have opened my bookshelf after a long time. Books are the best.
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Polyamory: In The Name Of Love (For Many)
Millennial Free Love Or Old Cheating With A New Name? I’ve written about polyamory before. I’ve known polyamorous people. I’ve been out with some. I have felt a deep connection, even great affection for a polyamorous person. But I’ve also known a lot of men who use polyamory as license…
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Death In A Paper World – A Cremation, A Trip, Lots of People
This month began with news of the death of one of my close relatives. A few minutes before midnight, he was found at his computer, hand still on the mouse, the light and life gone from his eyes.
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A Bleeding Goddess
Don’t objectify me. Don’t deify me. I am not a sex object. I am not a worship object. I am no goddess. I am a person. I am a voice.
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Flamingos Fly Through The Ruins
My years working in Chinchpokli were checkered with the ruins of the past as well as the promise of flamingos. It shaped me in so many ways.
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What #TimesUp India Is Making Me Realise About Myself
India’s #TimesUp / #MeToo movement is up and kicking. It brought…Pain. Disbelief. Grief. Guilt. Rage. And also…Joy.
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Seeing The Signs
In embracing the idea that every experience has lessons for me, I have to admit, they all come with prior signs as well.
