Closing The Thirties Story
I’m on the last leg of ‘The Thirties Diaries’.
I’m on the last leg of ‘The Thirties Diaries’.
‘Veere Di Wedding’ caused an uproar. Why? Because Indian audiences find it intolerable for women to laugh, much less laugh together.
A show on Black Christianity (and CSA). The true story of an exploited kidnapped child. A case about a a raped child. And my own story.
This picture was shot by a sweet young photographer at an Open Mic event in 2012 when she spotted the flowers I was carrying.
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…
Reading ‘Rust & Stardust’ (a true crime account that inspired the fiction book ‘Lolita’) helped me process old trauma.
I went to a party with people who practice polyamory.
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.
February brought a lot of gifts and a lot of lessons. Hear that, 2017? Lessons don’t all have to be hard and suffering-riddled. Well, perhaps not true.
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…