“And I am you and what I see is me”

(Pink Floyd - Echoes) It's weird how I can talk about my mental health (or lack thereof) with relative ease whilst writing about bras suddenly feels personal and awkward. But I continue to be amazed by how one thing connects to another and so you might have to hear about bras, however uncomfortable that makes … Continue reading “And I am you and what I see is me”

Ungendered freedoms

I am pretty much a cis-gender woman. I think. On most days at least. I was never so much questioning as I was uncomfortable. I grew up in the south of Italy where, at least at the time, there was pretty much only one way of doing 'woman'. As a well-mannered, long-haired and not too … Continue reading Ungendered freedoms