The Hopeless and Romantic
London’s heat has faded to a humid greyness, and I lie sprawled on my bed, listening to Maude Latour’s Save Me and thinking about romance novel protagonists and the voids …
Read MoreGiving up the Ghosts
I’ve spent the better part of today trying to figure out why the 4th of May was lodged in my head, what plans or commitments I had forgotten. Turns out …
Read MoreNew Queer’s Resolutions
The other night, in a moment of drunken clarity that definitely did not coincide with crying on the tube, I wrote a list called “New Queer’s Resolutions”. Like New Year’s …
Read MoreRoom for Disruption
During the height of my “oh shit I think I’m a lesbian” character arc last month, I went to a guided meditation workshop at the LGBTQ+ community centre in Blackfriars. …
Read MoreWhen the Need Arises
As the hills of Cumbria and Lancashire disappear behind me through the train window, Lana Del Rey’s Bluebird urges me to “find a way to fly” through my headphones. I …
Read MoreOn Taking Up Space
It’s a Monday in late March and I’m spinning around in my chair in the PhD study room, lip-synching to Susannah Joffe’s “Shit Out of Luck” as my flowing white …
Read MoreIf She Wanted To, She Wouldn’t
There’s a trend going around on social media where people imagine they’re meeting their younger self for coffee. When I picture sitting down and having a chat with a past …
Read MoreOn Failed Cakes and Linguistic Mistakes
Ahead of turning 27 tomorrow, I decided to give in to my whimsical side and bake a purple cake. For those unfamiliar with Eliza lore, there were a solid three …
Read MoreSo Long, Glasgow
I don’t know when the seasons changed. August turned to September and half the leaves are red, and I’m leaving Glasgow tomorrow. Today it’s eight years since I moved here, …
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