Coming Out Of Vertigo
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.
I’m enjoying the company of books & plants. For the first time these don’t feel like escape from the loneliness between men. It makes my past feel like vertigo.
Why is a selfie taker shamed so much?
I went for a swim and then I went on a date.
There’s a certain kind of man who gets off on sad women. It’s an entire trope – The Depressed/Tortured/Troubled/Damsel-in-distress that the guy ‘rescues’ with minimal emotional investment by clowning around. He is not a Manic Pixie Dream Guy. No, the original in that trope is not a person and only…
It’s precarious because what can balance atop slime for very long?
You should smile more, women are told, it makes you look good. This is said as a compliment but is erasure.
Don’t erase my history and tell me that it’s a compliment. 39 looks like this.
It was respite from the morning’s fight, a common occurrence in the horror story I lived in. It didn’t feel right.
Dating app virgins who open with “This is my first time here”. The Indian man is already an unappetizing offering on a dating app. But a dating app virgin?
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.