HOW TO NOT BE SEEN how not to be seen: a fucking didactic wannabe pastiche of ruination and colour. boyish haircuts and the need to grasp your wallet close to you. I am not so much falling in love with london as she is pulling me close to her as we pass under a flyblown lamp in…Read more morningpage.02 (the origin of love, tate museum, retail therapy, personal conflict)
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morningpage.01
'when you give, when you receive, do it with both hands.' it's been both hectic and strained. fuck the diary entries because how does one 'write down everything' that happens to one. most days I feel like a dog walking on hind legs because people are still surprised that 'your english is so good!' and…Read more morningpage.01
anxiousnessless: a pastiche to anne boyer’s Not Writing
When I am trying to write about HEX ED and BAD GIRLS and SCATOLOGICAL QUEERNESS, I am not writing. I am not writing short stories about aquariums or normalising queer sex scenes. I am not writing stories that are set in Singapore but defy the conventions and mundane associations that Singaporean fiction carries. I am…Read more anxiousnessless: a pastiche to anne boyer’s Not Writing
walk of indignation (aug + sep 2014)
the most IndigNant monthwith my powers of precognition and scheduling, it was foreseen that august and september would be a wild ride, and they were. I've already had my first foray into what I saw as an Official Queer Event in Singapore - the colourful and aggressively-publicised Pink Dot - in june, but nobody! bothered! to…Read more walk of indignation (aug + sep 2014)