In a world slowly and decidedly descending into chaos, at least we’ve created some cheeky memes to cheer us on and keep us woke.
Demisexuals don't feel sexual desire without strong emotional attachment. Grey asexuals feel sexual desire, but rarely. Are they the same thing?
Written in the immediate aftermath of an anxiety attack, this poem is my frantic attempt to give words to the indescribable feeling that anxiety really is.
Each stage of love imagined as a colour in the rainbow.
When satire is aimed at the powerless, it's not just cruel, it's vulgar.
In this poem, a young woman imagines writing to her son about the constraints of masculinity.
The jinn 'possess' humans at a cellular level, just as immigrants 'invade' the nation on a societal level.