Reclaiming the body

It always felt to me that my abuse had been etched into my bones. That the shame and terror of it had crawled into the cells of my skin, saturated my blood, and written it's secrets not just in my mind; but in the organs, the joints and the deep tissues of my body. It…

April Fools Day

There are the nightmares that are just frightening; they wake you up, heart pounding, and it takes a moment to remember you are safe in your own bed, that whatever scary thing you dreamed about isn't real, and then you go back to sleep. The next day you might remember, you might even tell it…

Demons and Mirrors

For as long as we can remember we have been terrified of mirrors…. Well meaning people have linked our mirror phobia with our hatred of being photographed, and decided we must have a problem with how we look, despite our repeated insistence that we are actually quite comfortable with our physical appearance. Nobody ever believes…

Why I write

In a hundred years from now, long after I am dead, in some murky corner of the dark net (or whatever it's called by then)… images of the darkest, most painful moments of my life will still exist. Those who know how will still find them, collect them, share them, and masturbate over them. Every…