I signed up to review some poetry for Booksellers New Zealand. The nerd in me is ridiculously happy.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it until my last breath. Lord give me the confidence of a mediocre white man.
My application for the Supported Living Payment has been approved.
Every now and then (all the time) I get asked about what medication and supplements I take/exercises I do/if I drink water hanging upside down off the kitchen table etc – Continue Reading →
I’ve had more than one friend tell me they’re afraid of feminism. Not just that – they’re afraid of feminists. They’re afraid of “doing feminism wrong,” and I understand that. Continue Reading →
I’m having some ~feelings~ about labels. Ever since I discovered, to my surprise and no one else’s, that I was Not Straight, I’ve been looking for the right way to Continue Reading →
It’s a question I ponder often, because obviously I’m a raging misandrist. But Naomi Alderman has done so much more than ponder in her latest novel, The Power, which I Continue Reading →