Writings

A burial suit has no pocket watch.

The culture that has groomed me makes it so it is more unlikely that I am ever left alone from the male gaze than is the existence of God. It's not God, its the Panopticon of being a woman.

Motherhood has always harboured the impression of suffering; for me, it was never a joyous thing. Perhaps I am no better than a misogynist as they think sex degrades women. I think the same of motherhood.

My commute has gotten longer. There are more homeless people I must step over.

In this era of pornography and the pervert economy, woman and sex-worker have become synonymous. A contemplation of the death of eroticism, sex and intimacy in the 21st century.