Am I a Mysogynist?
A few years ago*, my current therapist called me a misogynist**. My therapist. Me. A misogynist. Me. Women to the front. Me. A radical feminist. Me. Unapologetic. Me. Loud because…
30 September 2018 – The Day I Tell My Parents
Before intake Only parts of my mother’s house are still a shrine. Mostly I find little school photos, smaller than passport photos, tucked into the corners of photo frames around…
29 September 2018 – The day before
I’m at the nail place, the crappy one I swear I’ll never go to again but here I am. I tell her I don’t want any colour, that I’m going…