For most of my life, I have lived under the burden of heteronormative and neurotypical delusions. It was an ingrained belief that if I...

Last month I was invited to curate a Tweet Chat about Neurodivergence and Queerness with the Red Dot Foundation / the Safe City App. It...

Now listen closely children, this is important. Romance and sex are NOT the sole provenances of intimacy. You do not need to be someone’s...

Ginoza Nobuchika was a stuck-up son of a bitch. There was no denying that. a. He was rude. Abrasive, almost. b. He was a snob. Without...

Because, well, love shouldn’t be treated as if it’s a privilege, meant only for those who fit the heteronormative, sexual mold.

Yes, of course I was cleaning up, what did you expect? This place is an absolute pigsty! Wait, do you not know how to clean?

Each polyamorous relationship is different. So, there are no rules. But that does not have to be a bad thing.

By the time the typhoon season passed its peak, Nichi and Ginoza had started spending time together on purpose.

There was this bench in the park. Hidden away behind a wisteria tree that was purportedly a hundred years old.

The coffee today had a tree in winter. Tabi studied the art like he always did. Consternation. Concentration. Confirmation.

The first of three times Nichi finds Ginoza in the rain. A three-part response to the stormy weather we've been having.

Amaya’s lunches were a piece of art. Packed in mason jars of three different sizes, full of colour and textures and flavours.

As we travelled down the winding path, a light rain began to fall. The sun set. A jugnu landed on the windowpane.