The masculinity of violence

I just popped into the bank to put some money into an account, and it ended up being a bit of a weird and uncomfortable experience. I breathed a sigh of relief as I left the hot July streets of Madrid and felt the cool whir of the air-conditioning touch my sweaty little face. I…

You turned me inside out

  Many different men have claimed to love me, Caressed my curls and held my body close. But you’re the first of them to ever know me, Sifted through a thousand fakes to find me. Look, I wasn’t good before I met you, Nor bad, just lost and acting all the time. You turned me…