I recently read that tourists in the US can take ‘sex trafficking bus tours’ to ‘shudder over locations where they’re told sexual violence has recently occurred’ (1). Learning this was not something I was able to take lightly. I carried the words around with me for days, alongside the absolute bafflement they gave rise to.
I am angry. At first, I thought it was just about you. And you. And you. The way you dimmed me; reduced me down and down until I was on my knees and begging for you to do it again because I didn’t know what the world looked like from an upright position anymore.
I don’t know about you, but recently I have been relentlessly trying to convince myself that spring has sprung. Perhaps as a way to try and find a sense of renewal in a January which seems to be lifelessly trudging on from the year before. I have found myself resurrecting springtime playlists, eating only egg-shaped chocolates, sticking my body to rectangles of sunlight on the walls of my room as the sun sneaks through the window. You name it and, in the name of spring, I’ve done it!
Twelve tips for coming…
Eleven swipers swiping…
Ten distanced meetings…
Nine ways of dancing…
Eight means o’milkin’ (festive cocktails)…
Seven lakes to swim in…
Six games for playin’…
Five pleasurable rings…
Four festive curds…
Three French Gems…
Two sexy books…
A tried and tested mulled wine recipe…
I’m not usually one who looks forward to going to the hairdressers. Don’t get me wrong, the head rub you get as your hair is being washed sends me weak at the knees. And on more than one occasion, I have walked out firmly believing that I could give Lana Del Rey, circa. Video Games, a run for her money…
In observing the present moment, we cannot deny the relentless ways in which the past reverberates through the present. History lingers in each act of brutality, in the social relationships which lead to these actions. It lingers in statues and institutions and the messages they profess…
Our beautiful Society and Community editor Beth speaks about the profound role the NHS are playing in this time of crisis…
Our Society and Community editor Beth discusses LGBTQ+ sex education in schools and representation in children’s literature…
If you’re the type to keep an eye on bookish trends in Scotland’s capital, you will see that the iconic Lavender Menace bookshop is popping up and installed at book fairs throughout the city. The stall stocks LGBT books, and has been since the late 70s, and has become a historic mark on the queer map of Edinburgh…
Meet the Clitbait Team: an interview with Beth Simpson, Copy Editor
Beth compiles a list of words which have been added to the dictionary over the past (almost) decade and discusses what this reflects about our society…
To begin, I have to be brutally honest and admit to something that I am not proud of. At all. A few moments ago I was walking into university listening to the news. I’ve gotten into quite a sweet routine recently, breaking up the walk with a trip to the local green grocers. Every morning I browse the selection of reduced fruit, normally grabbing a punnet of grapes and a persimmon, have a chat with the very smiley man who owns the shop and hop back on my merry way to the library…
Brown Girl Woke was built in the space reclaimed by intersectional feminism and works from this space to empower young Pacific Island girls and boys through youth groups and university programs. I met with the founder of the organisation, Doris Tulifau earlier this year in Apia, Samoa to discuss the work she does…