I’ve tried every online dating app, and all I’ve gotten is Thrush – Liam Sharma
I’m a single aficionado, I’m the sovereign singleton, I’m perpetually single – and ruthlessly proud. I like to measure it up to my disdain for most human beings, unwaveringly high standards, my ghost-like abilities, the gutwrenching ‘ick’ that crawls up the back of my throat like hungover acid reflux and is set off by the most effortless traits.
Your February Horoscope by Hannah Crerar
This month we have a stellium (meaning a LOT) of planets in the sign of Aquarius which is a very progressive and forward thinking sign. It likes to break free from the status quo and colour outside the lines.
What I Learned From The Armie Hammer Scandal
I really thought living through 2020 made me immune to surprises, that was until Armie Hammer was dubbed the new Hannibal Lecter.
How slow is no sex?
There is nothing more selfish than a couple freshly in love.
This is what I know about Anxiety
I’ve been wondering around the lonely halls of my mind trying to figure out how I want to start this year. 2020’s come-down was long. I felt like I broke up with a part of myself somewhere along the way when I let it all go.
sex toy secrets
More womxn own sex toys than washing machines. But somehow, we're still struggling to bring those sexy, vibrating, pokey-pokey little suckers into conversation. Maia Hall has a chat with some experts, public figures and everyday feminists, finding that 'flicking the bean' is over five times more awkward to talk about than guys ‘cuffing the carrot’.
This is what I know about anorexia
I was standing in front of the mirror when I had the overwhelming realisation that
my body is not meant to look like anything.
My body is meant to move, to be.
When you whole-heartedly understand and accept that,
you will be set free.
Sauce’s summer reads
Every New Year’s Eve, right before the clock strikes midnight, I swiftly manoeuvre myself behind some dumpster portaloo and have a not so tactical yack to ensure I can proceed on with the festivities in tip-top shape. If I am one thing, it’s elegant, darling. It’s a tradition! I want to be as fresh as possible before I enter a new year. I mean, don’t you? My stomach is always so empty it rumbles as if there is an underground VIP mosh pit in my belly.
Liam Sharma: This is what I’ve learnt in 2020
Every New Year’s Eve, right before the clock strikes midnight, I swiftly manoeuvre myself behind some dumpster portaloo and have a not so tactical yack to ensure I can proceed on with the festivities in tip-top shape. If I am one thing, it’s elegant, darling. It’s a tradition! I want to be as fresh as possible before I enter a new year. I mean, don’t you? My stomach is always so empty it rumbles as if there is an underground VIP mosh pit in my belly.
The price of privilege - the rise and fall of Man Repeller
I can still remember the first time I ran my eyes over the iconic Man Repeller home screen.
The sparkling eyes of aspirational writers and models dressed to the nines in eccentric ensembles stared back at me, headlines were a cacophony of words and phrases I’d never heard before but felt strangely familiar and the topics they broached reeled me in instantly for all their specificity and outlandishness.
My battle with body hair: A rant
There is a famous Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres painting of a woman reclining in a harem, entitled La Grande Odalisque (1814). Her pose is elegant but seductive. She is both objectified and exoticized, and Ingres’ version of an idealised white beauty culturally appropriating the shit out of a fictional Orient.
December Horoscope by Hannah Crerar
This month is about committing to your own personal integrity and building momentum on the trajectory you have set for yourself. The wheels are in motion and you simply need to keep pedalling.
Why am I so hyper-sensitive?
I’ve had an obscenely aggressive, blistering, intermittent rash on the backs of my hands and extremities lately. It was an exhausting medical mystery case, like an episode of House playing on a loop…
Tessa Berger: No one can take my sexuality away from me any more
I’d never questioned my sexuality until I met her. We were inexplicably drawn to one another. It was platonic at first, an innocent kind of adoration that soon developed into a deep friendship. But with every new day came the daunting realisation that it was never going to be enough. We fought how we felt at every turn, I tried to tell myself that it would fade, but we loved each other seemingly without reason.
Why reading fiction in 2020 is so important
It’s no secret that 2020 has been quite frankly a bit of a shit show. From everything that comes out of Trump’s mouth, to climate change, and the constant reminder that the economy is buckled - I can’t be the only one feeling a little bit more than just the usual amount of stress. We’ve all heard the saying no news is good news, but I think this should take on a totally new meaning in 2020, as in literally step away from the news and give yourself a break. Put your phone down, pour yourself a cold glass of something, and tuck into fiction because it’s hectic out there!
How I let bulimia swallow me whole — Sonya Prior
There is this almost out of body push and pull of ‘I don’t know what I’m doing’ versus ‘I know exactly what I’m doing’. My head warms, my eyes blur and it’s as if all the fragmented versions of myself crash into one another, fighting and flailing against themselves until I choose what to do next. It happened whilst I typed this.
High school reunions don’t matter
This may be controversial. You can agree with me, or think I’m being ridiculous but honestly, I don’t understand why people care about high school reunions.
The generous gift of receiving
I used to think that generosity only came from giving. Donating, volunteering, even little things like shouting friends coffees. But a recent relationship challenged me to address my relationship with receiving. Awkward. Yuck. Uncomfortable. Why?
It happened again, I burnt myself out.
I knew it was coming. I could feel it slithering up the back of my throat. It’s not acid reflux; it’s the consequences of my own decisions. It’s burnout.
Breaking up with Borderline – Hannah Stehlin
The process of getting diagnosed with BPD was particularly long for me. A number of health professionals played musical chairs with various SSRI's and disorders and even at one point, concluded that there was actually no mental illness present at all. Finally the very sheer curtain of 'high functioning' was drawn, leaving behind a diagnosis, a pharmaceutical power couple and a clinical psychologist. Lucky me. No really, fucking lucky me.