Tag Archive: feminism

On Activism, And The Man Who Came In My Eye.

Seated on Mumbai’s bloated shoreline, a man called Omar told me he wanted to be a Bollywood star. “But not all wishes become true,” he said sadly, already afflicted by the soap-opera insincerity… Continue reading

Of Monsters

You’ve started seeing monsters. The first was made out of shadows and reams of VHS tape, a static squiggle slinking into a weatherboard house on Mt Eden Road. It was innocent but dark.… Continue reading

On Fathers, Feminism and Memory

I was nine. My mother’s knee was a trunk that her hands tucked me into, desperate and maternal. I remember the way she leaned over me, as if her body could protect me… Continue reading

WOMAN: A Collection of Absurdist Monologues

In case you haven’t noticed, I am quite into this whole ‘being a woman’ thing. Or, if this is your first time reading my blog: I’m quite into this whole ‘being a woman’… Continue reading