Poetry For The Heartbroken

The Lie   She brought me back a lemon from Naples, So I put it in the freezer Without quite knowing why.   When the freezer broke, The lemon grew mould And I couldn’t bring myself to tell her.   Next time we met she looked at me With her citrus eyes, And I saw...

Behind Patriarchy Looms The Spectre Of Tacky Lesbianism

There’s a specter haunting patriarchal beauty standards: the specter of tacky lesbianism. For the purpose of this article, I am going to self-identify as a someone who is: nonbinary butch a lesbian, and (in this case, most importantly) habitually tacky.   I am not going to attempt to define tacky lesbianism in this article, as...

Don’t Call Us A Girl Band

“Girl bands” don’t want to be called “girl bands”, and it utterly perplexes me. Last December, I put out an open casting call for a “girl band” of my own. I posted self-made flyers around my uni’s music building. My desperation to create a band came in A4-paper form: “BASSIST LOOKING TO FORM ALL-FEMALE GARAGE-PUNK...

The Real Demons

Giving is often seen as this thing where you are good and all those beautiful descriptive words anyone would want to be described with. You give to feel, help other and maybe help yourself feel a little good, but I found myself giving to the point that I had nothing left. I had given the...

I Swear To Always Be Your Pretend Lesbian Lover

Have you ever seen that meme saying something along the lines of: “as your best friend, I swear to always pretend to be your lesbian lover when you get hit on by some ugly asshole in a bar”? If you haven’t, then let me explain that it’s been circulating for a while now and the...