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Reading 16: It was gonna be a BRAT summer
On my summer of illness It is the first of September. Which usually saddens me, or at least brings up a wistful sense of loss or waste, though mixed with the knowledge that autumn is a kind of downward slope in which everything gets forgotten and all can, finally, move on. I arrived back from…
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Reading 15: On why I love tall cis women
The dance floor was pretty quiet for the first hour. We’d gotten up from our table a few times, drinks in hand, ready to merge with other revellers, but found the lack of busyness made the whole thing feel a little too awkward, a little too premature. So we sat for a while longer at…
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Reading 14: On hope
I’d been thinking, more recently, about how I wanted to write another of these posts on the topic of fragility. More specifically, the fragility and vulnerability of trans life: the fact that our joys, happiness and stability are so often contingent upon so many thing going right. That the threat of violence, harassment, discrimination and…
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Reading 13: On summers, real and imagined
I am cold, and I want to remember a warmer time. After an unusually warm December, it seems the winter has finally caught up with us. I’ve always seen myself as someone sitting in the cold, imagining countries in the sun. I am most definitely the ‘summer’ type.I think some of my most formative moments…
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Reading 12: On Bailey
–a story of obsession, snapchat and liberation This one is about Bailey, a person who I have, to some extent, been avoiding thus far on this blog. So far she’s mainly come up as one of the many women I felt I needed my personality to revolve around throughout my teens, a person who minimised…
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Reading 11: On ‘a boy’s world’
It’s weird how reading about the suffering of others can make you feel guilty, as if your escaping of certain forms of hardship makes you complicit in the suffering you avoided. These were the kinds of thoughts I had when I was reading Paris Lees’s excellent memoir, What It Feels Like For A Girl, a…
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Reading 10: On Being Here Now
“I wondered if I wasn’t missing something, I don’t know. Like I was supposed to say “Be Here Now?” That’s the magic phrase, right? —Darryl Sometimes I feel like I’m over it all now. What, I don’t know exactly, and regardless, I usually find I’m not that over it at all, though it certainly rears its…
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Reading 9: On Moving to Clapham South
Last night I went to Stormbird in Camberwell, which is quite possibly my favourite pub in London. It was a Friday night, I arrived first, got myself a drink and sat down to wait for Glen and Katie to arrive. I hadn’t been in over a month, and am likely to go a lot less…
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Reading 8: On cameras and the room
It comes and goes; the walls, like veils, are never the same,Yet the thirst remains identical, always to be entertained And marvelled at. – John Ashbery Yesterday I finally got round to exporting and downloading the 5 years of ‘memories’ that had been ominously sitting in Snapchat’s unlimited cloud storage. I’d been putting this off for…
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Reading 7: On realising
‘The thought came to me: what if you’re trans? And then it stuck.(…) It was easier when I thought I was dying. Sometimes this feels bigger than death, you know.‘ –Bellies, Nicola Dinan Even though it was by now 6:30pm, it was still 37 degrees on the balcony. I sat in a wicker chair in…
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