Feral Truths & Tangled Threads invites you into a space where fiercely honest personal narratives unfold alongside layered cultural and political reflections. These are stories that sit close to the skin — raw, sharp, and sometimes unresolved — tracing the messy edges of real life and the structures that shape it.
Each piece offers a moment of pause, a reckoning, or a sideways glance at the systems we’re tangled in. There’s rage here, but also humour, memory, joy, and the quiet defiance of showing up anyway.
New posts drop monthly, offering a steady thread of reflection for anyone navigating the world with their guts still intact.
Feral Truths & Tangled Threads: Velvet Hostage Situations
There’s a particular kind of second-hand embarrassment that hits when you realise the most romantic thing you could imagine at age thirteen was a man crying in four-part harmony because his girlfriend left him—and he decided she wasn’t allowed to. I used to think Boyz II Men were singing about love. Now I know they were singing about control issues with really good lighting.