Category Archive: Understanding The Female

baby machine

baby machine

I tell her they will never understand people like ‘us’, although when I say us I do not mean she and I, for I had …

 

someone else’s birthday

someone else’s birthday

“When are we?” she asks. “26th June. 2005.” “Hm.” The party sounds could be heard, the lights and people contained in a small space within the darkness that …

 

Nevermind

Nevermind

Nevermind the rent we can’t afford, The roof above that has a rot, The down-payment we got from dad, The doubts we had when we saw a rat. Our …

 

the audio mirror

the audio mirror

Two of my flatmates giggle as they secretly watch from behind the kitchen counter; me, bobbing my head up and down. Tuned in, zoned out, …

 

It’s hard not to cringe when I look at how limited the range of my topics are confined to these days. Law, life abroad, or …

 

the gift

the gift

Was it an alarm? Or the fire drill? No, that was years ago. It took awhile before I realized the emptiness of the room without the …

 

Protected: the telling

Protected: the telling

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the 3am bitter

the 3am bitter

It’s amazing how you can be so severely punished for simply being in love. I hate to sound like an emo tween (yet again), but… This fucking …

 

the conversations i have

the conversations i have

“God, I want to shag her.” I tell the stupid bitch whose mints I’m chewing. “So does my boyfriend.” she says, the both of us eyeing …

 

stop it

stop it

To all my female friends out there: I’m sick of being your girlfriend with a pair of balls. I’m not a 24/7 Pillow Station for you …