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I think I can confidently say that the first thing I do every morning is check my phone. I scan for Snapchat notifications that I'll never respond to, skim through Outlook to see if my lecture has been cancelled, and space out as I look through Instagram stories of people I met once and never spoke to again. After that, the next thing I do is check the news. Reading the news is something I think everyone should do. But if someone right now told me they didn't want to listen t

I stand before you, farmers kin, my mother’s green thumbed girl. asking only, for a gentle kiss to cheek. I’d fly to you– by wing or wind, simply for a glimpse. I have nothing to offer but the dirt bedded under overgrown nails. And a vulgar honesty. Words by Bea Butterworth, she/they

I’ve been a big fan of Lou Reed and The Velvet Underground for a long time, and stumbled across a post about Lou Reed’s relationship with Rachel Humphreys when I was looking into the inspiration for the album Coney Island Baby. Ever since I discovered Humphreys, and became a little bit obsessed with her, I’ve been listening to a lot of Lou Reed’s music from a different perspective with her in my mind. Lou Reed is likely best known for being in The Velvet Underground, the ba

You ask if I am happy to see you Well, is it me that asks or you? I cocoon myself underneath you and plead Yes, yes, I have missed you, I am joyous. You are not so sure. Your mouth manoeuvres an upturning and eyes glisten in a way that says Darling, I believe you. But I am not so sure. Perhaps I do miss the way I used to throw myself into the air with a fearless gravity. The spinning and bending of body– Flesh as suspension, the air as a vacuum to move through. Perhaps

On the 27th of November, I walked into the Banham theatre to watch TG Leeds’ production of ‘Big Big Sky’. Upon entry, I noticed the theatre had been decorated with dozens of ornate paper birds ascending along the sides of the seats, a detail that not only acted as a thoughtful prelude to the central plot of the play but also to the care and intentionality of the team behind the production. I had little knowledge of Tom Wells’ Big Big Sky before TG’s rendition, but within minu

There’s no shortage of online content telling men how to be ‘good in bed’: from which lingerie turns men on most, to the best moves, the right dirty talk, and even instructions for their hands. It’s all very loud, very intentional, and honestly a bit repetitive. What I rarely ever see talked about are the small, everyday things, the innocent, almost accidental moments that lodge themselves in my brain and replay until the moment I’m finally asleep. So I sat down, reflected, a

Over Christmas, I was having lunch with my godfather and my dad. Because both are businessmen, naturally they started talking about how each of their careers were going (which I can only involve myself with for a maximum of five minutes before boredom takes over). However, my godfather quickly got onto how AI has helped him get three months of work done in less than a day’s work, and how my dad should utilise this ASAP. I am, and have always been, an open hater of AI. Natural