Story Corner

I Am a Reader – Until Suddenly, I Am Not

I am a reader. I read every day, every night. My brain is full of stories or ordinary girls and courageous heroes and magic dragons and living, breathing words. I devour book after book. Packing for holiday is a struggle. This is the day before e-readers, so I have to …

I Was Princess Consuela

Recently my partner L and I were having a marathon re-watch of Friends. He’d never seen it before (I know, I know) so a lot of the material was new to him. In season ten when the character Phoebe reveals that she’s legally changed her name to Princess Consuela Banana-Hammock, …

I Used to Get Naked For Money

I used to get naked for money. No, I wasn’t a stripper–frankly I don’t have the rhythm. It probably doesn’t help that I’m not exactly flexible, years of running will do that to you. But I digress. The first time I went to college I was 18 and training to be …

Dear Makeup – It’s Not You, It’s Me

I love makeup. I have boxes and boxes of the stuff. If I get a bonus at work, or a gift certificate–it goes on makeup. But makeup and I–well our relationship has changed. I love you makeup, but I just don’t need you any more. I always have loved slathering …

Why I’m Glad I Had Two Abortions

Trigger Warning: this article features discussion of abuse and abortion — I met my first serious boyfriend, Andrew*, just before my 20th birthday. Four months later we were engaged, about to move in together, and I was pregnant. I was also terrified. I had gone from single and living with …

Mansplainers of the Month: June

It’s happened to us all; you’ve been getting on with a task, minding your own business when you sense a presence over your shoulder. Before you have time to turn around, you feel warm breath on the back of your neck and those god-awful words in your ear; “Well, actually…” We’ve …

Murder by Wardrobe Malfunction

*Not actually murder because I manged to survive the attempt on my life by my undergarments, but it made a better title than Death by Sucky. Let me set the scene for you: it was New Years Eve, 2012. It was a mild Winter and I, a (relatively) young woman decided …

Surviving Sexual Assault

Trigger Warning: This post contains talk of rape and sexual assault. — I’m sorry. I’m so sorry it happened to you. You didn’t deserve this. This wasn’t your fault. Remember that, and make that your anchor. Repeat it to yourself in times of doubt. You have nothing to feel ashamed of. …