Trigger and Release

Justin slapped me. I slapped him back. We continued for a few more rounds until he had me pinned down on his couch-come-bed, both my hands bound in one of his paddles. He hated that I called them that because of his body dysmorphia. I forget how insensitive I am sometimes. But his hands areContinue reading “Trigger and Release”

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”