I only wanted a smoothie. Instead, I found myself grinning at a stranger on YouTube and remembering how unexpectedly kind the world can be.

New years aren’t clean slates — they’re mirrors. They show us what’s still tender, what’s still unresolved, what still echoes in the body long after the moment has passed.
This piece is about the imprints we carry without permission: the touches, the kindnesses, the griefs, the longings that refuse to fade.
And it’s about the quiet hope that the next mark life leaves might be a gentler one.

We’re taught to recognise pressure in men’s bodies from a young age. What we’re rarely taught is that women experience it too — and that female ejaculation can be one of the body’s quiet, remarkable ways of releasing that pressure once we’re given the language, the curiosity, and a little courage to listen.