I'm so tired. Recently, one of my university assignments was flagged as 97% AI generated, which was a bit of a shock considering I am probably one of the most vocal anti-AI people in my course. If I was going to spend three years studying journalism only to let ChatGPT write my assignments for me, I could have saved myself the HECS debt. This whole thing would almost be funny if it wasn't sitting on top of a much larger anxiety that I think a lot of budding writers are carryi

There is something deeply exhausting about watching your identity become a marketing strategy in real time. A concept, made shiny and harmless and consumable for people who will never actually live it. Every single day I open social media and see another person treating Heated Rivalry like it is revolutionary queer art sent down from the heavens rather than what it actually is: another marketable MLM fantasy packaged neatly enough for heterosexual consumption. TikToks. Edits.

First somewhat unserious blog in a while. My apologies. I was in one of my sociology classes the other day and the concept of marriage came up. Specifically, we were talking about queer marriage, and how it can be seen as a commodity. The idea being that heterosexual hegemonic society is selling queer marriage as “Hey, if you want to fit in, if you want legitimacy, if you want to be taken seriously… Here's marriage. Just do it like we do.” And then, naturally, the follow-up a

I am, at my core, an unabashedly hateful woman. Not hateful in the dramatic villain sense, I mean hateful in the sense that I cannot allow men to enjoy a single cultural phenomenon without at least briefly interrogating it. If there is something men have collectively decided is charming, sexy, or whimsical, I feel spiritually compelled to poke it with a stick until the underlying misogyny starts leaking out. So, once again I find myself in the position of ruining something t

There is a particular kind of rot that disguises itself as progress. It does not arrive smelling like decay; it arrives perfumed with the language of empowerment, autonomy and liberation. It slips easily into feminist vocabulary, borrowing our words, our frameworks, our hard-won language about agency, until the thing itself becomes difficult to identify. Violence begins to masquerade as choice. Harm begins to resemble empowerment. The modern sexual landscape is saturated wit

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