she barks, she bites

I have been called a bitch on multiple occasions, for a multitude of reasons. It’s mostly by men, aggressively. And it’s occasionally by women, affectionately. And they’re almost always right. I was raised by a pair of smart assholes, who were raised by more pairs of smart assholes, and so on and so forth. Assholery is an inherited artform from a lineage much longer than … Continue reading she barks, she bites


Time will go as fast as it fancies to. That is what September has taught me. In August, time almost dragged until the very end. Every day barely passed, every day lasted years. Until it was September. The first few days of it passed the same, two weeks of book research and Driver’s Test handbooks, until I got an email. It was from the Choreographer … Continue reading September