I am waiting; with baited-breath (and a jaw that I actively have to work on unclenching) to feel like myself again. I know right now, that I’m in the middle of one of my metaphors. A gestational period where I await my re-birth, tired and uncomfortable; swollen with change and a quiet resentment for the
This was a draft that I had forgotten about since October… but the beginning was fire so I decided to finish it today. I hope you click on the ads and like it. SS’ will be secure soon, I just forgot to pay my hosting site lol. Anyways, enjoy. Last night grief rushed in, pulled
[Click the ads or I’m going to assume you’re a fiend who doesn’t wash their legs or their a** in the shower] TW: Death, Grief, Loss I can hear my heartbeat, thudding in my chest and I can’t differentiate whether it’s because I’m slightly unfit and ran to get my charger to type this or
[DISCLAIMER: Before we begin, let me – a twenty-something-year-old graduate, implore you to click and help me make coin. Please click on all the ads and quash your semi-justified irritation with the idea that you’re helping me keep this space free- loyal always to liberty.] I had to take a second… pause as the taste
Today was one of those days where I woke up wondering if this country is real or a twisted simulation run by a low-budget group of poorly read improv, D-rate actors simply throwing ideas into the mix with little understanding of the consequences. Today is oneof the many days that being part of the spectating
In these unsettling, subversive, and ever chaotic times, the sage counsel of Flo Milli comes to mind. The femme has long since suffered, both in the ambit of the public sphere as well as in the private domain – from being positioned spectacle, engineered as a Satriaian object devoid of the ever-necessary free will and
I haven’t written in a while – which always reads as counter-productive in our consumerist culture – given that I run a blog. The reality is that I only write when I want to and I only write what I like – but sometimes both of those things are thwarted by compulsion- entertained as a
On this week’s episode, we’re talking about the pitfalls of self-imposed exceptionalism, white female fragility, internalized misogyny, JHB streetwear culture and Doja Cat.