My Grandad, Alfred Lush, passed away on Thursday, 26th March 2015. He has appeared in many a column of mine, and I am writing this with a raw and aching sense of loss. 383 more words
1 week, 6 days
my lush lyfe
I am currently in an Ibeyi induced trance. I recently learned about French Cuban gemelas, Naomi and Lisa-Kaindé Díaz, and naturally they’ve been on repeat for the last few days. 320 more words
1 month, 1 week
I don’t know the first thing about blogging. I am kind of just cannonballin’ it and hoping it’s a good idea…
But I have been doing some thinking and reflecting. 554 more words
Lushlife, Plateau Vision, 2012.
As a rule, I don’t cuddle.
Call it a problem with intimacy, or a fear of commitment. Call it a lie, call it nonsense. Humans need contact; cuddles follow. 465 more words
6 months, 2 weeks
7 months, 3 weeks
Some lingering questions after a late night out on the town
1. I am tired of gay men telling me I’m a “cute lesbian”. I know they mean well and have good intentions, but it is exhausting to defend my sexuality. 102 more words