thetoothlesscrone

Bodies / Bags

Today I tried to be a person who chats to strangers and it didn’t work. I had been swimming and the changing room was bustling with confident older women. Women who swim and opine about theatre whilst towelling off, applying lotion, battling with ludicrous bra straps and climbing into underpants*. I noticed a few thingsContinue reading “Bodies / Bags”

Friends with Claire Dederer

I want to be friends with Claire Dederer. I am still mispronouncing her name so I know I have work to do before approaching her, but I have the quiet confidence that we’d get on. This internalised belief that a select few people will like me and be my friend has been my constant companion.Continue reading “Friends with Claire Dederer”

Soup of Dissonant Narratives

Today I am being brought low. I am failing in my attempt to swim in the soup of dissonant narratives that shape the space into which I move and grow. The belief that my body peaked at 25, and that therefore I have peaked. And yet I need to keep on trying, achieving, progressing towardsContinue reading “Soup of Dissonant Narratives”

First Rain

We have been burning but now it is raining, the earth sighs with relief, the crisp risk eases. I stare into the black pool, beads of good oil hovering on the surface, I drink deep from the good hot black pool, and return to my senses. In my peripheral I see a familiar flash ofContinue reading “First Rain”