Hard Rubbish

The thing about having constant internal battles is that is comes with extra shit, like lot’s of sick leave, confused friends and weight gain/loss. After making an impressive dent in the couch with my cat by my side, I decided it was time I try going to work. Halfway through the morning, my mother texted,Continue reading “Hard Rubbish”

Bumble and the Faux-Feminist Brigade

Three years after beginning my journey on dating apps, fuck-boi behaviour still slips through, parading as a ‘sex-posi dude who is interested in feminism and indoor plants’. I know. That’s like three red flags I missed. “Did you know that the deadliest spiders are actually those that live underground, like the funnel web?” Isaac awkwardlyContinue reading “Bumble and the Faux-Feminist Brigade”