Rage

I want to talk about female rage yes rage female not theoretically no not feminist rage no female rage in … More

Bumble

I stumbled through the streets where urine and flowers melt in odour quite like ourselves the eyeliner smirring into eyeshadow … More

I choose love.

I’m done, I’m over responding with hatred and anger and scorn and fear and cynicism, I’m just done. I choose love, even when that means silence, even when that doesn’t necessarily mean hope.

No muses here. Just people.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with being a muse, quite the opposite, to be inspiring is a privilege. Nevertheless, I believe it’s wrong to be reduced to one, to shrink one’s existence to a dependence on the other.