We are afraid of our youth. For those older than us envy it, have already had it, but aren't considered selfish to want a second-go. We are afraid of not ever possibly being home-owners, for that's what those on the news have said, and we must believe them (as we're spoon-fed.) We are afraid of… Continue reading WE ARE AFRAID


Doors Closing

Her hair was straw-like and shoulder-length, the colour couldn’t decide what it wanted to be. Platinum blonde gone wrong? To me, it screamed ‘grey in disguise.’ That’s the thing about hair, women’s specifically. It says so much. Okay, I’ve definitely drunk too much coffee this morning. Shut up, Liam. That, or we’re in a space… Continue reading Doors Closing

Dear January,

You're the favourite month's follow up, Your own pity is enveloped by the rest of us. Everyone, fixated on diet, low-fat, gym crap You exhibit hibernation, yet you're everyone's favourite word. The talk of the town, you people person, you, 'I'll get fit for January.' 'It's January, new year, new me!' I pity you, first… Continue reading Dear January,

My Relationship with ‘Lesbian’

It's only been in the past few years that I've embraced, or identified with the term 'lesbian.' This may confuse many, for I openly express that I'm gay, and have known this since the age of fourteen. However, it's only been in recent years that I've felt comfortable saying I'm 'a lesbian.' One issue I've… Continue reading My Relationship with ‘Lesbian’

Growing up Gay

Aged 14, I told my mum I was bisexual. I came out over Facebook messenger, her being sat in the lounge and me in the kitchen. The conversation went along this kind of route: Mum: What's wrong? Me: I'm going out with --- Mum: ... What? Following this, I went in to the lounge and… Continue reading Growing up Gay


I remember the first time I traced your spine that felt like velvet. Memorised the coordinates of your collarbones with my nervous lip. I remember the laughter, the sweat, that unfamiliar. The glow of your skin, lighting my way home. Your eyes lit up like sparklers in November twilight, and guided me in line with… Continue reading Coordinates

A Fresher’s Guide to Birmingham

(I wrote this during my Birmingham Mail work placement and they never published it, lol) That dreaded time of year is again approaching for students. Eighteen year olds are entering the world of beans on toast, clubbing five nights a week and getting up for that 9am lecture. Of course, stereotypes aside, preparing for the… Continue reading A Fresher’s Guide to Birmingham