I clocked it at twelve. Proper clocked it. Standing in the kitchen of our maisonette on the estate, school skirt still on, listening to my mate’s older brother tell her she was “getting a bit mouthy lately” while he leaned on the fridge like he owned the place. She laughed it off. I didn’t. Something…
Last night I was in a bad place. Loneliness had settled in like damp, mixed with too much cheap wine and the kind of quiet that makes your own thoughts feel too loud. I decided to call a friend. Simon, it’s been a while. It was for nothing more than a chat. That is all…
I don’t understand it. I really don’t. You sleep with a man, it’s good, sometimes it’s even great (Rare as Duck Cake), and then he just… vanishes. Not even a slow fade. Just gone. Like he woke up the next morning, looked at you sleeping next to him, and immediately started calculating how fast he…
I used to think wanting filthy, selfish, one-sided sex made me a bad feminist. In my head, feminism meant women should never settle for being used or objectified. It meant sex should be equal, both people giving and receiving, both people’s pleasure mattering the same. So when I realised I secretly wanted the complete opposite…
I left the livestream the other day, and there have been some comments I need to address. You ladies are great. Some of you, with your ethics and values from the 1950’s are clearly in the wrong place, but the fact you’re here, means there’s chinks in your armour. So I’m going to address…