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Olivia Peake
A Queer Renaissance - Ezra Riahl
Golden Hour - Celestine Stilwell
Tell Me About the Music - Karishma Sangtani
Forget Me Not - Millicent Jarvis-Stott
The Journal - Millicent Jarvis-Stott
Home
MOBILISATION
Radicals in Conversation
Apartheid Off Campus
Breaking Binaries - Podcast
politics
Pleasure Politics: Porn and Sexual Education
Pleasure Politics: A Feminist Assessment
QUESTIONING THE QUESTIONING in LGBTQIA+: why it is a revolutionary act.
"I Highly Doubt That"
The Myth of Legal Abortions in Poland
Keir Starmer and his Deafening Silence
Misconceptions of Bisexuality
My Experience as a Working-Class Student at Durham University
Reviews
The Revolutionary Sexuality of Lil Nas X's 'Montero'
Blue Is The Warmest Colour
ART & WRITING
Platform 1 - Millicent Jarvis-Stott
Raspberry - Millicent Jarvis-Stott
Queer Self Love - Benjamin Southwick
Benjamin Southwick Artwork
Love Letter - Ezra Riahl
Put the Kettle On - Molly Knox
Olivia Peake
A Queer Renaissance - Ezra Riahl
Golden Hour - Celestine Stilwell
Tell Me About the Music - Karishma Sangtani
Forget Me Not - Millicent Jarvis-Stott
The Journal - Millicent Jarvis-Stott
The next morning, you summon a garden I have never seen
and take me through it. You forget to mention the weather so, I invent
wind.
I decide it had been flirting with you in its usual fashion;
fantasising all evening, but never daring to bite.
Then, you tell me about the music and I take it
as an invite to really tuck into the scene. I cough up
more people and twirl them
around an outline of you, which I am yet to fill in.
A loose blue shirt occurs to me- the one you had on
when we first ate together. It feels natural
to chase it so, I do.
For a minute, the party turns away.
I do up your buttons (apart from two)
and pretend I am an author.