Dear Friend, I want you to know that I'm doing well and I hope you are too. I didn’t think I would ever want to write to you, but then again, time changes a lot of things. Distance is truly a great tool when it comes to pain. The further away, the better you can… Continue reading A Goodbye Note I will never send
Ce texte est dédicacé à toutes mes copines féministes abolitionnistes. La maman, ou la putain ? Maman rentre le soir et sa journée est loin d'être terminée. Logique capitaliste. Corps qui produit, corps qui travaille, corps que vous tuez à la tâche. Le temps c'est de l'argent mais pourtant Jean-Mi ne vous paie pas lorsque vous… Continue reading Toutes des putes.
Last weekend I participated with the Brussels team in the biannual world championship of inclusive rugby, the Bingham Cup. As a new player for the Straffe Ketten team, it was my first time at this surprisingly intersectional and diverse sport event. Sport gathers people from all walks of life, regardless of their race, social class, income… Continue reading Unintentional Intersectional: the Relevance of Inclusive Sport Teams
You just got here so breathe deep. We’ll teach you all you need. This community serves to help one another and you’re free to ask as you please. Read as much as you need, this article and more, there are so many books about this. Don’t be scared, it might seem like a lot at… Continue reading To the New Poly
Today is the anniversary of my rape. The night when a man found me passed out drunk at the door of a club, took me to a construction site and raped me while I was unconscious. I woke up half naked, lying on a dirty mattress. When I went to the police, crying, I couldn’t… Continue reading A cake with no candles