I wrote a guest post for the blog Je Ne Sais Quoi the other week (you can read it here), and it sparked some interesting conversations with some of my friends. I wrote a guide on how you can be an ally to the LGBTQ+ community , and some of my advice was that you can attend Pride.
Hey everyone, welcome back! As the title suggests, today we are going to talk about masturbation, because it’s an important and necessary conversation to have. (Mum, you might want to sit this one out.)
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To anyone who knows me personally, this is probably a conversation we’ve had together, or you’ve understood it by the lack of empathy I have for children. I’ve never been a big fan of children nor have I ever found them particularly cute, but I feel like it’s gotten even worse in the past year. Seeing a baby makes me more uncomfortable than anything, and I have no idea what to say to a child. I don’t feel like the conversation would be beneficial to anyone, so why bother. I know my sister wants children, and when she has them I’m sure I’ll love them very much, but as soon as they cry or smell, they’re going back to her or my brother-in-law in a heartbeat.
(This post accidentally got deleted, so I’ve reposted it but it was written in March 2018)
I’ve been wanting to write about this topic for quite a while now, but without ever being sure of the approach I wanted to take. As the title suggests, I’ll be writing about the fact that I am bisexual. It wasn’t an easy journey, nor a romantic one that can be seen in films – where one takes a glance at a beautiful girl and they instantly fall in love and are able to discover their sexuality together, or with one helping the other. It was an emotional journey full of confusion, doubt and shame. I’m not sure whether or not I can say I’ve truly found and understood myself now, but at least I’ve accepted myself – which is more than I could’ve wished for a couple years back.
I started my blog one and a half years ago, during exam period of my second year at university. It’s something I did quite spontaneously; I was bored and figured ‘why not?’ I didn’t have a particular interest in writing, and to be honest I wasn’t much of a reader either so I didn’t really think about blogging long term, but it’s something I wanted to try out in that moment.
The time has finally come to rant about my fellow vegans. I’ve been a vegan for two and a half years, and I have heard a lot of nonsense coming from others’ mouths. I, of course, love veganism and what it stands for, and am the first to defend it when I believe the movement and its members are wrongfully being criticised. However, I don’t blindly defend it in all circumstances as I know many cross the line and I don’t agree with all their views and opinions.
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During my first two years at university, my anxiety got worse than ever before. I’ve had social anxiety a majority of my life, although I wasn’t always aware of it, but it had never truly prevented me from living normally. Four years ago, before going to university, I went to live in Italy for a semester to improve my language skills. I started to notice I was overly shy and uncomfortable in so many social situations, but I think I just blamed it on the fact that I wasn’t Italian and that I couldn’t speak the language very well. I struggled eating in public and cooking in front of others, but again I never considered it could be anything other than shyness, simply because no one had ever talked to me about anxiety, and honestly I wasn’t even sure what the word meant. So since I didn’t have anything or anyone I could relate to, I figured it was all just part of my personality and that I’d be that way forever.