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 weekly, every Tuesday at 4pm, offering a steady thread of reflection for anyone navigating the world with their guts still intact.
Feral Truths & Tangled Threads: My Mum Ruined That
When your mother’s heartbreak takes the form of Gwen Stefani on repeat, no CD is safe. This essay traces the cultural fallout of inherited sorrow, unwanted perms, and the unforgivable moment your mum thirsts after Hercules — all the ways identity gets shaped by the soundtracks we didn’t choose.
Feral Truths & Tangled Threads: Library Level Truancy
Some people bunked school by leaving. I bunked by staying.
I’d slip out of whatever class I was meant to be in—usually maths or science—and just relocate. To the library. To the back room of the art department. Anywhere the roll wasn’t being taken. The trick was to look like you belonged. Walk with purpose. Carry a folder. If anyone asked, I was on a study period. If no one asked, even better.
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.