Today is National Coming Out day in the United States. It’s imperative to remember that not everyone in the world is free and safe to come out today or any other day, and coming out is highly personal. However, National Coming Out Day offers an amazing opportunity to spread messages of joy, success and positivity across the LGBTQ community. It’s a time to reflect on the personal journeys we’ve made, and a chance to let younger members of the community know that happiness is in their future.
In this spirit, for Mauds Designs’ blog I asked members of the queer…
When I moved to Italy, I did so with a certain sense of arrogance. How different can it be?! I was delusional in my expectations.
Italy is so different. Over the past four months, I have been racking up question after question, and now I’ve reached a list of ten things that have baffled me.
Okay, it’s not baffling to love Mika. It makes complete sense. Everyone should love Mika. However, they really love him. More than we Brits ever did. …
I used to love flying. I run a travel blog for goodness’ sake! Back in the old days, I used to get three days off in a row and immediately start looking at cheap flights. Over time, I began to have unexplainable nightmares during my flights, then I began fearing the nightmares. When the Ethiopian Airlines plane crashed, that was it. Every flight has me paralysed with fear, sometimes even to the point of crying.
You could sit me in front of all the facts, it wouldn’t matter. Yes, I am more likely to die doing literally anything else, yes…
I’m no stranger to having, well, strangers touch my hair. I’m a black girl, and everyone knows the saying by now. Solange popularised it.
Don’t (not when it’s long and braided)
Touch (Straight wig? Still a no)
Four Weeks in Twenty Sixteen.
I liked the weekends in those Painful Days because it meant there would be no news from the hospital. Neither my mum, nor the doctors, nor I would be talking about inconclusive test results and what that really meant. We could talk about her favourite news readers on the television and who won The Chase that day. We could talk about my terrible landlord who named me culpable for my light fixture crashing from the ceiling. We could talk about my stagnant job hunt or my friends, or anything but the one fear that settled…
I took a flight at dawn, during a still memorable July. A flight that left and landed according to schedule. The irregularity came not from any intrinsic detail pertaining to the flight itself, but from the man across the aisle. The C to my F. The predestined brevity of our shared existence jolted into memory every other story whose ending was swept away like the fallen petals of a blossomed tree when summer bursts through, saturating and devouring all signs of delicacy into confident shades of green. …
I used to work at one of London’s biggest and supposedly brightest employers. Glassdoor sings their praises, over and over again. In terms of pay and opportunity, it’s not a bad place to work. I still recommend it to others. That does not mean that in the underbelly of the workplace, there were some huge and unspoken issues. Sexual harassment and assault was normalised. Managerial bullying was the norm. Racism was overlooked Misogyny is so well documented, it’s even made the news more than once. Anxiety and mental health were a fact of in almost every single department.
Annoying Things People Say To Women Who Don’t Want Kids
Imagine a world where a woman can tell you she doesn’t want children, and the answer simply be “fair enough, they’re hard work”. Although it may seem a distant dream, here’s a written list of all the most common and annoying things those of us without the maternal instinct get told, and a response – so you can finally, hopefully, stop challenging us and respect our choice.
You’re too young to make that decision!
Other decisions I’ve made:
They do say «it goes down in the DMs».
Frankly, most of the time, the wilderness of the direct message is the most happening, most popping social meeting place on Earth. Nowhere has got diversity more down to a fine art than the DM.
Navigating this no-mans-land (and let’s be clear, no-mans-land is a misnomer) can be a bewildering task, so here’s a handy yet (yet by no means exhaustive) guide to every guy who’s sliding into your DMs like he’s at the water park
The Reply Guy: Benign Edition
The benevolent reply guy has something to say about EVERYTHING…
Luna di miele (1)
I don’t know how it started.
With the text?
“Shall we just get married on monday?”
With the journey to work that made me cry?
Something triggered something, and in the space of six months we got married and decided to quit our London jobs and move back to the Old Country. The old country where life is slower, you shape pasta by hand, you drive to the markets on a Vespa and you pick lemons from the garden.
“You know we’re moving to Italy for work, right?” He said. …
i live in italy, i write about travel, love and dating and all the little in betweens of being black & a woman. @trashgrrrl_ twt, @sempiterna_ insta