FOOL’S SPRING

FOOL’S SPRING

We were cycling late last Saturday night and I’d left the house ill-prepared. My hands stung sharply with the cold; the wind whipping my knuckles as we trundled up the hill. ‘Why the fuck didn’t I bring my gloves?’ I shouted, shaking my raw...
Reimagining Menarche

Reimagining Menarche

What might happen if we reimagined menarche? Or even queered it all the way up? As a parent to a small human who I assume will get her period one day, I think about this a lot. There’s also a growing movement of companies setting up workshops and education that...