She could see his shadow hovering outside of her door. She held her breath and peeped out from under the blanket and stared at the shadow outside her bedroom door. He stood there, lingering, not moving. Her heavy curtains let in no light from the moon or stars. Submerged in darkness, she fixated on the … Continue reading Innocence Lost
For the past few days, I’ve been having discussions with a number of the people closest to me about the same thing: the Aziz Ansari case. Now, granted, my opinions are based on a piece written by a middle-aged woman that made it seem like things were being blown out of proportion so my views are not entirely impartial. Having a penis also makes it easier for me to empathise with Aziz than it does with the anonymous accuser. I do, however, carry the belief that everything that is championed has to make sense to someone and in order for me to avoid dismissing what’s right for what’s comfortable, I must see things from a different perspective.