See the thing is, that guy over there is an arsehole, because he said nasty things about me. Whereas I’m the good guy, because I’m bringing the harassment to light. Obviously, you see how different it is. I’d never put anyone down to make myself feel better, and it’s vital that I call out anyone … Read more
And so, protesting, I surrender to the questions that must be asked. The ones that demand an honesty I’m not sure I want to own. “Does what you saw still hold true? Is this an exception?” I’d like to believe those questions were lost, but I know that when I reach the end of the … Read more
I recall clearly the very first time a middle aged man said to me, “My wife doesn’t understand me.” The place, the time, the smell, the realisation he had no interest in my enthused conversation, but only in the youth of my body. In my mind’s eye, I saw his wife, and I knew without … Read more
Somewhere, buried in the depths of heartbreak was the invitation to “heart broken open”. The greatest risk. But it glittered boldly, in an otherwise colourless desert. So I followed my star. Heart broken open brings light to the shadows. There’s no place to hide the rough edges, the grime, or the tender underbelly. The light … Read more
Your words are soft and invitingLike warmed towelsYet the glint in your eye says“Back off”The set of your jaw says“Don’t push me”And your hands semaphore“I hurt” I feel my spikes come outAnd I curl to protectMy tender places from youBack offDon’t push meI hurt This is my rough edgeCan I stay open, stay putUntil your … Read more
There was a little stab of pain, when I saw you’d blocked me on that social media platform dedicated to unobtainable images. Then, the recognition that this is your weapon, and it works, because I hurt. Are you happy now?