It’s an unnecessarily cold Saturday evening in March 2021 and I’m sitting on a bench on London’s Southbank. The condensation from my Sainsbury’s G&T can is dripping down my already freezing fingers while my Hinge date describes how he’s currently learning Spanish on Duolingo. It’s just like every other lockdown date I’ve been on for…
When someone asks me my worst period horror story, I think ‘sure, which one do you want to hear?’ Maybe the time I bled out so much I needed a blood transfusion, or the day I leaked all over my grandma’s staircase, making her house look like a crime scene. While these are honourable mentions,…
It’s 2018, I had just moved away from home for university and it’s the fresher’s week finale. At the ripe old age of 18, I was yet to have my first kiss. Determined to finally leave my teacher’s pet, no-boys-allowed persona behind, I decided that tonight would be the night to finally kiss a boy. …