As a teenager I got badly sunburnt Severely enough that I should have gone to the hospital One half of me was still pasty white, clear and undamaged The other an angry red But I still went to work Didn't let myself rest Carried on as usual As I swelled and itched and scratched and … Continue reading Sunburn
Will you drink green tea with me? I don't really like it but I know that you do. You say that it's good for me but nothing, no, nothing, does as much good for me as you.
Follow my blog with Bloglovin Society is sexist and popular culture is failing to change it. Whether through a lack of trying or a failure to acknowledge any problem at all, a countless number of film stars, musicians and celebrities are getting away with abuse allowed by a society designed for men, controlled by men … Continue reading Pop music and trauma: it’s time to listen to the meaning behind the music
I've never got on well with the high street. There are still scars on the back of my feet from years squeezing into shoes that were too tight and limping home from school in a pool of blood. I've splashed plenty of cash on dresses that stopped covering my bum after one wash, and you … Continue reading The high street is making me hate myself
I got called a Feminazi today. What a word. I got this reaction because I informed a new venue in Edinburgh (Smash) that they were hosting a band (The Dickies) who had been filmed being abusive at Warped Tour to a feminist protester. Regardless of whether behaving like this is said band’s “thing”, the language … Continue reading Punk does not belong to you
I remember the garden fence that scraped on the stone stairs that led to your door Five steps along the path that led to the spot that you'd stand in and laugh. The warmth of your cardigan as I stooped over hugging you, half of my size The smell of your perfume and the warmth … Continue reading I remember the garden fence
The cracks in my skin are as sore as I feel when you point them out to me, ask if I’m okay, and tell me I look hot. The brighter my face shines, the darker I feel: embarrassed and unhappy with the skin that I’ve got. The redness you see may never heal and there’s … Continue reading The cracks in my skin