Words by: Zayan Ismail Art by: Tess Lockhart… Letter to my Abuser
Words by Ruby Ellam Art by Madison Marshall
I have always been an impulsive person. I don’t do much, but what I do, I do hard and fast. The first time I went to a party, I siphoned vodka off other people without giving away that I had drunk any at all. The first time I went clubbing, I smoked an entire pack of cigarettes until 5am then went to work at 8am. So, while I was a sexually anxious twenty-year old with barely any experience past kissing, I had always expected that once I started having sex, I’d really start.
Fake tits, fake tan, lacey lingerie and glitter spray. The list goes on. But how much does it really cost to get other people off?
Sparking hope in the eyes of thousands of pizza delivery drivers everywhere, who wistfully dream that one day they’ll get ‘just the tip’ instead of… just the tip.
I was falling deeper into my orthorexia nightmare. I lost an extremely unhealthy amount of weight, I lost my period and worst of all, I lost myself.
Bangla Road, Phuket – the throbbing centre of Thai sex tourism.
To all of you ‘homophobes’ out there, you should be terrified.