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…
We met at a birthday do in Dalston. A mutual friend had dragged me along because the guest list was thin and the wine was free. He was standing near the speakers looking like he would rather be anywhere else. I was in the same hoodie I wear most nights, glasses on, blue nails…
Class. That’s the word they skip. Every panel, every thread, every long-read that claims to speak for all women and then spends three thousand words on the psychic cost of unpaid emotional labour without once mentioning who actually does the labour when the heating’s off and the kids need feeding and the shift starts at…
I’ve been in California a few weeks now and I’ve been texting this fella back home. We’ve been getting on properly well. It’s nice in a low effort sort of way. There’s nothing heavy in it, we’ve met a few times and things have got personal on occasion. He’s got a kid and I’ve…