Why my sexuality is none of your business

You don’t need evidence about sexuality: on being bi and why it’s none of your business Lately, I’ve become more attuned to bisexual erasure, more so because I’ve been asked questions to ‘prove’ my sexuality, which shouldn’t be anyone’s business anyway. A lot of people tend to say “you’re not bi because you’ve never beenContinue reading “Why my sexuality is none of your business”

Dating in a pandemic

When I first met my boyfriend earlier this year, I didn’t expect everything that followed to be so movie-esque. It all unfurled slowly, like the lead up to the conflict that inevitably transpires before the predictable Happily Ever After we all want, wish, and hope for. The search for a Happily Ever After sinks inContinue reading “Dating in a pandemic”

Sex, Religion and Culture: on navigating sex as a brown Muslim woman

[This is an extract from an article I wrote for Clitbait.] Content warning: graphic content, blood, mentions of sexual injury Navigating sex is hard. But trying to do it as a South Asian girl, from a religious Muslim family, is even harder.

Sex Education in (Muslim) Asian Culture

Something i’ve realised is that there is a severe lack of sex education within the South Asian community-slash-culture, particularly the Muslim community. i don’t want to speak on the other religious backgrounds and sex education within those particular communities, since i don’t really know what it’s like (though i’m assuming it’s more or less theContinue reading “Sex Education in (Muslim) Asian Culture”

The Perfect Wife

i read THE PERFECT WIFE a little while ago and . . . well, it’s safe to say it’s stuck with me. it’s some wild, crazy stuff. TRIGGER WARNING: ABUSE, DEPRESSION, MENTIONS OF SUICIDE, VIOLENCE The perfect life. The perfect love.

We Are Not Okay

thank you to NetGalley & Harper Collins HQ for a free copy of WE ARE NOT OKAY to review. this doesn’t affect my rating or review TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE, ABUSE, BULLYING, EATING DISORDERS, ISLAMOPHOBIA, SUICIDE, SLUT SHAMING If only they could have spoken out . . .