Words by HARRISON JOHNSTONE Art by CASSIE STEVENS
When lame was cool, punks played trumpets and edgy teens expressed themselves through a dance called skanking – third wave ska headlined a decade, checkered suspenders and all.
A little under a year ago, I was diagnosed with coeliac disease. This devastating announcement seemed like the end of the world to me – a die-hard fan of pizza, pasta, pastry, cake, biscuits, scones…you get the idea.
Have you ever wanted to be somewhere, just, not here?
I’ve always been what you’d call an expert on the human expression, a creative genius, if you will – not that I’ve ever been one to blow my own trumpet.
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When was the last time you praised yourself? When was the last time you praised yourself to someone else – not on text, phone call or Snapchat?
As a transgender man, I am very used to questions. As a disempowered minority, I am just as good at answering them.
Hey you, yes you. Glance down at the blobs and bones you call your body. This is an ode to you and the fantastic human being you really are. Quit blushing and read on to learn some self-lurvin’ tips and tricks.
Children who lie are poorly behaved, but if you can’t tell that they’re lying… are they still good?
Can we all stop talking about penis size for a minute and discuss the vagina?