Two Mantras for 28

Twenty-seven was a bad year for me. There’s no way around it, it’s quantifiable. Twenty-eight was also hard, but it was the year I started to make sense out of twenty-seven. It’s been a slog, and I know I am not done yet. I wrote these two mantras, named after tarot cards I pulled overContinue reading “Two Mantras for 28”

Bisexual and Ambivalent!: A Queer Worrier and her Queer Worries

My friend once called me out for posting a spate of ~misandrist~ content. She said she was trying to determine whether I had recently killed a man, or if was really happy with one. I was really happy with one. She assured me that she, too, “flexed her misandry muscles” the most when she wasContinue reading “Bisexual and Ambivalent!: A Queer Worrier and her Queer Worries”

Emotional Labour of the Femme

My favourite photograph of us isn’t one that garnered tons of notes on Tumblr, or one from our first vacation to Nova Scotia. My favourite photograph of us is one I took myself. I’m seated on the toilet lid, wrapped up in a fluffy purple towel aiming the camera at my feet. She’s kneeling thereContinue reading “Emotional Labour of the Femme”

Porn and Disney: providers of a stunted sense of reality since the dawn of time

I am re-posted this image that I swiped off the fabulous Julie Lalonde because, as she would say, it’s funny because it’s true. While being a hilarious and adorable cartoon, this image also got me thinking, as most things tend to, about gender, sex, and where we all fit in. Chicken or the egg? ThisContinue reading “Porn and Disney: providers of a stunted sense of reality since the dawn of time”