Today I’m missing the man who sat on a milk crate in the middle of Union Square, New York City, selling vegetable peelers.
He was, it’s important to note, always dressed in a tailored suit.
Read MoreI lost my virginity in LA to a boy with a leopard print mohawk. I was a teenager so I felt like I’d just found cheat codes to a much cooler life.
However the following is also true: I lost my virginity to a boy with a Pikachu tattoo whose mum liked me more than he did.
Read MoreI was 17 when I left Hastings for the bright lights of London. It was never by choice, I was way too young, I just escaped a situation that has me in trauma therapy 16 years later…
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