Too Hot to Handle

It seems counter-intuitive that I would choose the week when the TimesUp movement aired on the Golden Globes, to read a steamy romance. After all, everyone and their Great Pyrenees points to romance novels as being “part of the problem” when it comes to sexism and abuse. Firstly that would be like saying that the... Continue Reading →

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Meddling Kids

Scooby-Doo is a security blanket to me. At the worst parts of my depression and anxiety peppered life, I've turned on downloaded episodes of the original series, as well as some other downloaded favourites, just to have something to cling to. In 2016 when I was out with a nasty bout of cystitis for two... Continue Reading →

E for Effort

I've come to terms with the fact that things being on the upswing for me doesn't mean that everything is magically fixed. Life isn't a 1950's musical extravaganza. Problems linger even when things are going well for you; it's only that when things aren't, everything seems so much worse. Although I have two short stories... Continue Reading →

Marilyn in Manhattan

It's been said by people--and by that, I mean the voices in my head--that my affinity for Marilyn Monroe is unhealthy. But to suggest such a thing also turns the mirror back on society itself. This is a woman--to some a barely talented sexpot dumb blonde--who died fifty some years ago; yet her likeness has... Continue Reading →

Uncle Walt

People--especially those people of my generation who fancy themselves whistleblowers--love nothing more than to talk about how Walt Disney was possibly racist and misogynistic. As if that adds anything new to the narrative of a man who was alive in the days when that was practically the norm for white men. My disdain for smarmy,... Continue Reading →

Love and Body Image

A few months ago, I posted a short story on this blog. It featured the inner turmoil of a gym rat who took his pursuit for physical fitness too far. I'd love to publish this story one day to widespread circulation because it really encapsulates the way I feel about the issue of body image... Continue Reading →

Cleaning out my closet

One of my problems is that I often feel suffocated by my own life--or rather, the things in my life that I haven't done. I have stacks of books I haven't read--to say nothing of the collection I'll never read again. Odd that I consider myself bookish, yet I find it hard to read lately.... Continue Reading →

Take time

I've been going through the dialectical behavioural therapy book I bought before I came back out to camp. So far, I've gotten through distraction and soothing techniques. The latter is making me wish I had a regular 9-5 job. I could go home at the end of the day and actually take time to relax.... Continue Reading →

Eighteen Days Without an iPhone – Day 6

Is what I'm going through really as bad as I'm making it out to be? Certainly having fifteen days of my life excised to work a redundant job--oftentimes with people I don't really like being around--isn't as bad as being be-armed and be-legged by the Janjaweed. There's something strange and mildly sinister in Western culture:... Continue Reading →

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