It’s five in the morning. It’s completely dark outside. Alexia is awake. She has barely slept. Should she try to sleep a little longer and wait for the sun to come up? She knows she can’t. She is far too excited. And nervous. It’s today.
In the end
Smoking Area – episode 1: Dalston Superstore
Acceptable Discourse
Scene 1
An office with “Headmaster” written on the main desk, and several chairs on either side.
A man walks towards the desk and starts looking over some papers. He picks up the telephone.
Headmaster: Francis, could you please ask Andrew to check if the school site is functioning properly? This last print-out still has Mr Hind as part of the staff, when he left four years ago… Yes. Oh?
He listens and sighs.
Headmaster: Yes, of course. You send the email and I’ll make sure I bump into him sometime today. Thank you.
He sits at the desk and turns to the computer screen. There is a knock at the door.
Headmaster: Come in.
Your Queendom Podcast Episode
Navigating love and power: The modern woman’s dilemma.
Tally the Clock
Ghanima
Ghanima is as clear and calm as the morning sun
In the noise and the darkness of her world,
In her gloomy days and nights, she is a warrior
Ghanima sinks, and her children float.
Harmonious Dissociated Identities
Hello there, my dear me, my old friend.
Life hasn’t done me any favours
Until now, for countless hours
And this is what I wanted to end.
SHADES OF PURPLE
A ray of sunshine streams through my window, lighting up the white orchid sitting on the dining room table. I can hear the whistle of the song thrush, and the waves crashing on the sand. My hair is gradually changing colour, from grey to blonde, and my skin is taking on a rich golden tan. I put down my cup of herbal tea and look in the distance. I think about life, about who I am, everything I could have been, and what I have become.
My mother named me after a spring flower, Violet. My body expresses the colour of my emotions, like a chameleon blending into its surroundings.
Trans, Queer, and Proud.
Today I want to tell you something very personal
For it is what slam is all about.
I tried it only once before
In a safe environment.
But this time I don’t know you at all.
Let me introduce you to my not-so-old past.
Whispers Across Silence
Since my early childhood, I was told that I was destined for great things. I was not only a diligent child in class but also in my daily life. I was always attentive to my surroundings and to others. On one ordinary spring day, I noticed a change in the demeanor of a classmate who was usually radiant.
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