a transsexual and a republican get into a car
I suspect that this is an erroneous headline, actually. The guy I ended up in a car with didn’t read like a Republican in the traditional sense. But if the...
what do you even say anymore
I assume that you have no shortage of people telling you how fucked we are. My reluctance to join the chorus is, shamefully, a matter of self-preservation....
no return and no deposit
The last time I wrote a Pride newsletter, I was still living in Halifax, and I’d just come back from watching the parade. I sat under a tree with friends and...
multiple stabbings
No, I’m not talking about my Discworldsona, Multiple Stabbings (they/them, probably a student member of the Assassin’s Guild???). I got a tattoo yesterday!...
emerge transformed in a million years
This email comes with the following: A warning: This piece is about suicidality, trauma, and immediate political horrors including deportation. Tread...
things you choose
To move to a new country, you have to choose it. This is a matter of survival. It’s the only way to get through a process that is exhausting, undignified,...
I don't know how to write anymore
But I’m also not sure what else is left. So here I am. I really did mean to write sooner. I meant to write when my top surgery was scheduled back in March...
three months later
I’m profoundly sorry for going quiet on you. I meant to write before the wedding, and then I meant to write after the wedding, and ultimately what happened...
befriending the sea in BC
This month, I said my last airport goodbye to Isaac. It’s the last one because I have decided it will be the last one. I’m serious; I’m putting it in my...
getting ready to go
Yesterday I booked my flight back to England for 25th September. That will put me at roughly one year and five months spent living in Halifax, give or take a...
good news, everyone!
I wrote a post that I meant to send from San Francisco, which I have had to scrap because it became redundant almost at once. The good news in question is...
a compendium of airport friends
someone crumpled up the dang planet The toddler travelling with her mother, who entered the long line for security shushing her mother vigorously; when she...
we'll make it, I swear
One of the only Cambridge University traditions I think on fondly is not really a “tradition” so much as a “thing people at my college did once at a...
touching grass
I have had nothing of interest to write about all month. Sorry! I literally spent the past two weeks working relentlessly so I could use the coming week to...
writing is hard
It turns out that writing (essentially) promotional content on a freelance basis for other people’s blogs every day is not conducive to working on original...
new ways to be unwell
The thing about immigration is that you kind of have to become an expert. fiancés with some fun novelty plates (for levity) Who else is going to do it for...
inventing ted lasso: a coronavirus story
With hindsight, I put a curse on myself on New Year’s Eve when I said “I hope it’s a good year.” this wasn’t the big snow day; I was too sick to take photos...
I think I'll wait another year
“I’ve started to think of your place as home,” I told Isaac, on the brink of falling asleep one night. “Then what’s your place?” “My place,” I answered, “is...
après moi le deluge
This past month, I’ve had staggeringly bad luck with my apartment. One morning in November, I woke up to the sound of running water in my bathroom. A quick...
a story about furniture
Halifax from across the water My first week in my apartment, I didn’t have any pillows. Pillowcases, sure; bedding more generally, yes; but my bed, which I...