I know what you’re thinking– “Phoebe, how can you have nostalgia for the 90’s? You were born in ’98!” — but that, children, is where the invention of the video tape comes in. My sister, lucky that she is, has a boyfriend. Whilst they’re now living together, by some small miracle, he had yet to be…… Continue reading Nineties Nostalgia
So, June is Pride month. And I want to be proud. Homophobes, hide your eyes– a queer person is in your face, and she’s not going anywhere. I had my first girlfriend, and effectively ‘came out of the closet’ when I was 15. I approached telling my parents in the same way that I would…… Continue reading “Of course I dress well, I didn’t spend all that time in closet for nothing”
The Keyboard to my Cage My body becomes the bassline, My mind is lost to lyrics That I wasn’t aware I knew. Bright lights block out tomorrow, And under the fog machine, Yesterday has faded away. A plectrum plucks my heartstrings, Sweat and body heat boils me down, Until I am nothing…… Continue reading “This One’s About my Feelings”
I’m also, if you hadn’t noticed, incredibly not funny. But being bad at blogging doesn’t get you anywhere in life, and being good at blogging… well, they say it can get you jobs and friends and a small legion of adoring fans so… Hello again, future employers and the people who will learn to love…… Continue reading I’m Hassle-back in the Game
Adulthood is strange. One moment, you are putting on red lipstick and going to see the National Theatre’s rendition of Twelfth Night. The next, you are buying pick’n’mix in the interval. I suppose there are worse ways to spend a Thursday evening. (Unfortunately, this was the tenth night of my Easter holiday, I curse my…… Continue reading “Why, this is very midsummer madness”
How is it that, in the first three months of 2017, I have fallen over more times than I have done in the past five years? I know, I can’t explain it either. Is the ground in Portsmouth more slippy? Am I becoming so old and frail that I just can’t keep up with my…… Continue reading What Goes Up…
I’ll forego this little burst of creativity by explaining some context. At university, I have a unit called True Stories, and in this unit, we write– in various ways– our autobiography. When I started this unit, I had two thoughts: Oh, I remember everything, this should be a piece of cake. Oh God, what…… Continue reading My Earliest Memory– I Think?