These art objects let me feel my own living form through the many shapes they had been pressed into.
It’s weird how hitting the ground doesn’t really hurt.
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Is it okay that he’s over here so often, hooking up my mum’s speakers and swirling his single malt Scotch? We all wonder, we never ask.
Whatever angle you look at it, one detail is incontrovertible: in the end, a man is going to be killed.
The author of Feminist City on intersectional urban planning, care work, and feminist geography.
The author of Blue Ticket on leaving things unsaid, weaponizing humour, and bodily autonomy.
The author of Exciting Times on spreading goodwill, navigating and honouring difference, and the lie of meritocracy.
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