Hey, Ma? Don’t read this one. The reason the above warning exists is because whilst I am queer, I’m not actually out to my parents, or many people in the small town I grew up in and have recently moved back to. There are a lot of reasons for this, though I am lucky enough that it is not because I feel unsafe, or that my parents would reject me.
Ethical, sustainable and magnificently feminist galentine’s gifts for the humans in your life that you want to shower with love…
Meet the Clitbait Team: an interview with Meg Reynolds, our Environmental Editor…
I remember walking to school when I was a teenager one wintry snowy morning. It was freezing, I was wearing soft black gloves, and I distinctly remember seeing something small and delicate catching my eye as it landed from the white sky onto my thumb. A perfectly shaped snowflake. There it was, like a tiny frozen star on my hand. I was so in awe of the snowflake I stopped walking, and with my one free hand tried to take a photo before it melted away. Although it vanished before I could capture it with my BlackBerry phone camera (quality wouldn’t have been as good as my memory anyway), I still remember it years later, and I still haven’t seen one as beautiful since.
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!
By Sophie Nankivell, Poetry Editor
To date as a straight woman is hell. To date as a straight woman during a pandemic is hell with a face mask on. Long before blossoming into an ascetic hermit, I was somewhat of a regular on the revolving doors of Tinder. Quarantine boredom kept me on the app and fear of the maskless masses kept me inside. So, I was left with little option but to date over Skype or Facetime – all I needed was a willing participant.
On Wednesday night the world watched in horror as scenes from Capitol Hill, the political heart of the United States of America, were broadcast live onto television. Upon encouragement from President Trump, a mob of armed fascists marched on the building; breaking in and occupying the House floor and the offices of senators.
Twelve tips for coming…
Eleven swipers swiping…
Ten distanced meetings…
Nine ways of dancing…
Eight means o’milkin’ (festive cocktails)…
In all the kerfuffle of the last six months or so, one piece of news from November passed by without much comment: the Equality and Human Rights Commission declared that the government’s ‘hostile environment’ policies on immigration broke the law.
Seven lakes to swim in…
Six games for playin’…
Five pleasurable rings…
Four festive curds…
Post halloween this year, I was interested in better understanding the real world of witchcraft. We all know of the magic in Harry Potter and Disney films, but what does it take to be a real practitioner of magic? Women in particular have always been illustrated in a certain way when it comes to witchcraft and I couldn’t help but wonder what the real experience is like, particularly for women and how feminism fits into the picture. I had a chat with the wonderful Tara Sanchez to learn more.
Three French Gems…
Two sexy books…
The Internet Connection: How our devices have become like extended members of our families due to the pandemic…
A tried and tested mulled wine recipe…
A few years ago, my friend and I were leaving school and walking to the bus stop – we were having one of our daily post-school debriefs. I walked that walk twice a day, every day, for two years. The walk is ultimately one long road between the school and the bus stop, a long road down which I have had many a conversation with many different people…
On Friday 11th December at 7pm, Michael Nio, a British student at the University of Edinburgh was attacked by a group of teenagers outside of the University’s George Square library. This article, however, is not a news article and will not talk about this event from an impartial perspective. Racism does not deserve impartiality.