For quite some time, I’ve been curious about the effects of magic mushrooms, the more natural option for hallucinogenic drug experimentation. Continue reading “Love & Other (Psychedelic) Drugs”
Last week in a bout of momentary sadness and frustration, I called my mom and told her that no matter how hard I tried I wasn’t able to write anything. She asked me, “why don’t you write about him?” Continue reading “This Boy”
I asked myself what I’ve learned recently about my favourite subject, love. I thought about the people I’ve met in the past few months, about myself and where I am right now. Continue reading “Alone! Oh, So Gloriously Alone!”
A couple months ago, I sat on the upper level of Dark Horse Expresso Bar on Spadina Avenue awaiting a final conversation with my soon to be ex-best friend. Continue reading “Diffusion of Accountability”
My body has a lot of innate details. My favourite is the flat surface between my breasts, from my collar bone down to my abdomen. And maybe also the freckles that trail my arms. Other details are strategically acquired. The rose tattoo on my right hand and the olive branch on my left arm. The platinum ends of my hair. The jewellery that I never take off. Continue reading “Details.”
Lately I’ve been on a “tinder binge”. Meaning that I’ve been using tinder as a platform to fuel a recently strengthened need for attention. Or in other words, I’ll sit and swipe through profiles until my eyes hurt.