A love letter to my she-wolfpack This is an ode to the 29 women whom I just travelled with. 29 babes. The 29 femme fantasies,…
My once-white Converse shuffled through the sandy streets of Fez. Merchants yelled on either side of me, desperately trying to draw attention to their silk…
“You are a woman. And you are from…” the first man said. “Norway,” I said to correct what I assumed to be his assumption of…
Enormous clouds cling to the peaks of snow-capped mountains. Winking prickly pears and violet wildflowers greet us on either side of a path that looks…
I have a habit of getting into cars with strange men. And despite what your mother may have told you about such activities, I’ve had…
I sit in the back seat of an old Mercedes-Benz that smells like cheap tobacco and think about what I should say to the mystery…
I watch my mum’s mouth drop open in disgust. “Oh my god.” We’re dining at a fancy restaurant and I’m dolled up to the nines,…
Content warning: themes of sexual assault In the winter of New Delhi, the birds of prey drew imaginary circles below the smog; they wouldn’t be…
A mere four days after I set off on an adventure to the other side of the world alone, a woman was killed in her…
You were the first real relationship I ever had. You were fun, a talker, full of ideas. I sometimes wish we had spent more time…
I recently booked a return flight to South America. I’m flying in and out of Peru, but the country I am most anticipating is Colombia…
“Just relax. Spread your legs further.” Above me, fluorescent lights flickered, an epileptic nightmare. I felt sick. The smell of disinfectant clouded my thoughts and…
