Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
About Me
Queer British Pakistani writer exploring belonging, identity, sex, love, grief, and impostor syndrome. Collector of first kiss stories, eater of Gü puds. You can call me "Nadia". Featured post
That Time I Was On Lena Dunham's Women Of The Hour
Well, hello there. Now, you may or may not have heard of Lena Dunham 's podcast, Women of the Hour. If you haven't, I strongly urg...
Popular This Week
-
I read a piece in The New Yorker by the marvellous Alex Siquig and, in the interest of self reflection, I thought I might also p... -
Well hello there my darlings.. let's just launch straight in shall we? Despite appearances, my childhood wasn't all Barbie dolls ... -
This year marks the 10 year anniversary of my father's passing. It was a landmark birthday of his a few days ago and I was utterly... -
Hello, All and Happy New Year. Ok, I know it's almost February but I started this year coughing up blood and having my immune... -
When negotiating the perilous London Underground, we are all aware of the following, unspoken rules: I will not interact with you in an... -
Before Christmas, I wrote about my contribution to Arising, Yoko Ono's installation at Reyjavik Art Museum. The project asked women a... -
Good evening! So I am still dying of lung explosion plague related icky phlegm disease. My big sister is in town this weekend and we were... -
Hello there. When I was at university, I had a lot of male friends. In fact, it's safe to say, I probably developed into a girl's... -
Holy shit internet. I appear to be having some kind of breakdown. We had a Mums' meeting yesterday to assess our priories with the w... -
Many moons ago, when I was fourteen or fifteen, I had my first kiss; and many, many years after that kiss, I ended up marrying that same m...
Copyright ©
Velociraptor Cottagecore. Design by Fearne.