In May of last year, a month after I wrote a blog vying never to date men again, I went out to lunch with a young, white, teacher named Sam. He was cute but a little idiotic-looking, sported a cane in the way certain men flash fancy car keys, and had a habit of doing… Continue reading Of England, a Year On
I broke up with my last boyfriend just over a year ago. He was a nice boy; in fact, a bit too nice – so much so that I wanted us to get married. (I don’t believe in doing things by halves). His small but rather immovable disagreement on the matter lead to us eventually… Continue reading Of singleness and the reluctance to mingle
I’ve been packing recently, and in the hoards of stuff I’ve dug out, there were a couple of VHS tapes from my childhood. The most significant is one my mother recorded when I was about a year old. In it, I am a shorn-headed brown-skinned little precocious gabbler, getting quite beaten up by her elder… Continue reading Of Mama, and Baba
Um. Just some rambling. *blushes slightly* – My last chance. My reason to risk it all, my reaffirmation that I’m not as good as I seem. In my world, you’re the only open painting on a wall where the others have drapes, are hidden under a veil. You’re the oil colours I treasure, that I… Continue reading of recent events.