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I write things then say them out loud. Sometimes, I don't - and that's how they end up here.

Why I’ll Always Love Jackie Cox

Season 12 of RuPaul’s Drag Race can be easily described in three words – fierce AF! If you’ve been anywhere on the internet in the past couple months, you can spot the buzz from a mile away. From supportive, loving comments under every queens’ posts on Insta, to whole Twitter accounts dedicated to subbing the […]

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my bluetooth headphones,
a glow on the ceiling turn to
constellations, a tiny midnight azure
too marvellous for a camera to touch.

Warm Showers

I have been told people who take warm showers are lonely,that they crave bodies. So, sometimes I think myselfevil brute,chewing onflesh to tear itfrom their bones tobuild myselfprecarious bodies,upon which I can balancemy very delicate ego. But mostly, I think myselfone-eyed cyclops, narrow-visioned,searching only for warmth,as cold rain pours from the showerhead above.

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a thief entered in daylight, breathing air-tight, with vexatious appetite, left the house frozen, but patronisingly rosen, each petal coerced me to an empty room i, a cartographer shrouded in gloom,

found nothing

my youth

had gone.