On: Top Surgery

As always, it’s been a little bit since I posted on here, but I’ve been meaning to get around to it for a while. As most of you know, I identify as non-binary, though I’m still unsure of exactly where on that spectrum I fall. That said, a lot of you may not know what thatContinue reading “On: Top Surgery”

Queer Eye My Life

It’s hard to know where to start because there are so many thoughts in my head. Like scraps of paper, constantly spinning away on a fresh gust of wind. I feel like I have a lot to process, but it’s hard to find an answer when you don’t even know the question. Well, first ofContinue reading “Queer Eye My Life”

New Year, Old Goals

Trigger Warning: for discussion of suicidal thoughts, self-harm, and mental health in this post. It’s that time of year again when resolutions are creeping round the corner. I don’t really make New Year’s resolutions because I find that I never stick to them, and then I just end up feeling like a failure – a feelingContinue reading “New Year, Old Goals”

Later

By: Jules Sherwood I need the catharsis of salty waterAnd wracking breathsShaking shoulders But the well behind my eyes is deep,So deep that it aches,And my rope doesn’t reach down far enough So tough luck but I guess you’ll be stuck with these needles in your eyes and knives in your sides until you can sort throughContinue reading “Later”

Dear future self

By: Jules Sherwood Dear future self I hope you’re happyI hope you’re writing, and singing, and dancing. I hope you’re healthy,I hope you’re getting out of the house and exploring. I hope you have a house,And a dog. I hope that the people you imagined would be in your life are still there. I hope your life is amazing.I hopeContinue reading “Dear future self”

Dear past self

By: Jules Sherwood Dear past self, I know you love that tree,But I wish I could tell you not to name it. I know you think you’re being clever,But I wish I could tell you not to try so hard. I know you want a puppy more than anything,But I wish I could tell you you’re not ready. IContinue reading “Dear past self”

I Want

There’s something about saying the words “I want” that I dread every time. It feels selfish and demanding – bratty, even, and I absolutely hate being any of those things. Perhaps it’s the manifestation of ingrained misogyny, or maybe I’m just independent to a fault. Logically, I know it’s healthy to ask for what youContinue reading “I Want”

Nothing to talk about

I’m not certain whether this is an issue that applies to the many or the few, but amid the pandemic I have been struggling with deep conversations. Struggling, in that the situations where I would normally have connected, personal, philosophical, and existential discussions have run dry. Even though I know I have plenty to discuss,Continue reading “Nothing to talk about”