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Telling Nonbinary Stories With My Feet

Telling Nonbinary Stories With My Feet

It’s been a bit over a year since I returned to Irish dance, so I thought I’d talk a little bit about my relationship with it and how that’s changed. Irish dance is, at its core, a competitive art form. It’s a sport. It’s notorious for the pageantry that goes along with these competitions: the bedazzled dresses and curly wigs and far too much makeup. The trophies are large and usually tasteless, and the whole thing is completely bizarre to…

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I Survived Studying Art! (Or, this isn’t so bad after all!)

I Survived Studying Art! (Or, this isn’t so bad after all!)

In year ten, the first year of studying GCSE subjects (in theory), I hated art. A lot. When I was choosing my options the year before, I’d been counselled against taking it. “If your teacher doesn’t like your style, you’ll get a low mark,” my sister told me. But that was okay, because I didn’t really have a ‘style’, so there would be nothing for them to dislike. I’d just do what they told me to do, right? In the…

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TCWT: Witty And Original Titles Are SO Last Year

TCWT: Witty And Original Titles Are SO Last Year

Sorry. I really couldn’t think of a title for this post. It’s time for the Teens Can Write Too! blog post and I have to admit, I had a panic attack about an hour ago because I thought I might have missed my day, since the lack of emailed posting schedule has had me all confused. Fortunately for my nerves, I discovered that I hadn’t, and so here is my post – on time! Hopefully ;D The theme for this…

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I’m Not A Psychopath. Honest.

I’m Not A Psychopath. Honest.

Sometimes, I have a hard time convincing my friends and family that I’m not a psychopath. Caitlin’s convinced that, if I’m not a psycho, I’m a sociopath. But I don’t think I’m any type of path (not even a garden path… ohhh, bad jokes in the first paragraph). I think I’m just a writer. I’m not sure where it started. Was it the accidental exclamation of, “I know who I can kill!” on a bus when working out plot in…

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