Poetry: Two, Half Asleep

byImogen Osborne
Somewhere a bath overspills like a southern drawl. Dripping into an unsuspecting kitchen, it anticipates the glamour of being remembered.
And somewhere, a flower tucked between two pages of a book is woken by hands reaching for a poem.
Somewhere the day looms so large it can’t be swallowe…

I’m No Longer Married to the Idea of Marriage

by Shahed Ezaydi
I always wanted to get married. I know, it’s such a cliché for girls to say that. Didn’t we all imagine a fairytale-like wedding with the dream partner, and act out said weddings on the playground, and just fawn over how life would be so much better when we’re all grown and marrie…

The Dominican Republic and Beyond: It's Vital That Sex Workers Are Heard

by Kaya Purchase
“Bitch, this is what you’re good for.” These were the words spoken by a police officer just before he raped a sex worker in the Dominican Republic. The routine rape, beating and humiliation - sometimes at gunpoint - of sex workers by police in the Dominican Republic is deemed to be…

Taylah Roberts: 'I Want to Strip People Back'

Taylah Roberts is a self-taught analog photographer. She 'fell into it after buying her first film camera in 2017, when coming to the end of her career as a model'. She describes finding a deeper love being behind the camera rather than in front of it and feeling the fulfilment she was unk…

Sexuality is Not Something Black Girls Can Freely Experience

by Halima Jibril
If I'm being honest, sexuality has always been an uncomfortable topic for me to discuss. I was first introduced to sexuality in the mid-to-late 2000s, through music videos on legendary channels, such as KISS FM. Before the days of smart TVs and YouTube, I primarily watched mus…

Losing My Sex Drive on Antidepressants

by Nicole García Merida
I was the slut in high school. I was the girl that would get side eyed and ignored the night after a big party once rumours had circled their way around the courtyard. I was learning things about myself every day! Apparently she sucked him off, they’d say. Oh, did I? Must’v…

The Necessity of Literature's 'Flawed Woman'

by Steph Hebdon
Women’s presence in literature is the most prominent it has ever been. Not too long ago, talented women writers were forced to write under pseudonyms, and today, women writers are now able to dominate best-seller lists.
The women who exist within fiction itself have also accumulate…

Sex, Shame and Seventeen Year Old Girls

by Nali Simukulwa
I have had the privilege of coming of age surrounded, almost exclusively, by girls. Since the age of 11, I’ve attended an all-girls school and subsequently, socialised mainly with other young women. Despite the narrative of ‘bitchiness’, with which we are all too familiar, I’ve f…

'Blink'

by Jennifer Hayashi Danns
Is that a mucus plug? I am scared but my pelvis aches and my husband’s shoes don’t fit anymore. Pineapple juice. Raspberry leaf tea. At last, bloody show.  We cram the hospital bag neglected until now. There is no money for a taxi. “I shower, you ATM.” Something is wrong …

Approaching Things Softly: Talia Laing

Talia is a multi-disciplinary artist based in Liverpool currently exploring the art of collage. 
Since graduating University last year, Talia says, "it's been hard trying to focus on making work with the pressures of real-life creeping in. As a child and teen, I made collages out of magaz…

We Should Spend More Time Alone

by Casey Logue
‘I wondered why it was that places are so much lovelier when one is alone.’
It can be hard to be alone. To be alone is to be singular, noticed, vulnerable. We don’t have the protection of a group, or of another person. We don’t have a defence, a second opinion, a wall between us and…

Sasha Grey Taught Me About Kinks and Real Pleasure

by Kya Buller
I spent a long time being virtually obsessed with the very concept of sexual kinks. If you’re not entirely familiar with the term, a ‘kink’ is any kind of sexual fetish, desire or activity outside of our collective understanding of what is ‘socially acceptable’. 
My fascination with …

I Love the Silences of ‘Lady Bird’

by Kaylen Forsyth
A night of transitions spent alone. I was in and out of the tiny toilet at the bottom of the corridor, accompanied by a UTI that seemed to come and go out of nowhere. Journeys back and forth, small transitions as a backdrop to larger ones. A dug out path. Kitchen, toilet, kitchen…