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...

Her family had a rule about pork: Eat it. You go to hell. Baz’s workaround for this was, never to eat pork unless someone else was buying.

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

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.

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