I swear down the latest think tank report dropped into my inbox this morning and I nearly threw the laptop across the flat. Another thirty seven pages of carefully worded concern about power and vulnerability and the need for more funding streams. They had charts. They had quotes from academics who have never stood in…
There is a particular kind of wanting that only exists when you know you are not supposed to have it. It does not arrive with fireworks or dramatic declarations. It settles in quietly and then refuses to leave. You tell yourself it is nothing. You list the reasons it would be messy or wrong or…
I don’t know when it happened, but somewhere along the way a lot of men started treating “I’m a nice guy” like it was some kind of rare and impressive personality trait. Like they’d unlocked a secret level of human decency that the rest of us are still struggling to reach. They say it with…
It started the way these things always do on a dead Tuesday. Timeline scrolling itself into nothing, flat too quiet, me already in the hoodie with the hood up and the vape tasting like the last of the cherry. I opened Tinder because the alternative was staring at the ceiling. His profile sat there looking…
Why I’m Done with Mankeeping I woke up this morning and the first clear thought in my head was that I am finished with it. Properly finished. Not the dramatic kind of finished that lasts three days and then folds the second someone decent texts. The quieter kind that settles in and starts rearranging your…