
‘Can You Really Be a Queer Muslim?’: Intersectionality and the Complexity of Identity

‘Sent With a Loving Kiss’: Letter Writing and Platonic Love Across Three Generations of Women
It’s nice to indulge in a tradition of celebrating love in all its other forms – whether it’s a fierce, sisterly bond; a proud maternal love; a love that, whilst strained, still has good bones under it; or affection that can only privately bloom once a year before necessary boundaries rise up again. Platonic love in its infinite variety is more complicated and real than any Hollywood ending…

‘God, You’re Not One of Those Feminists, Are You?’: The Filthiest Word in England
I’ve had many a derogatory phrase thrown my way – whore, slut, slag, bimbo. Sometimes guys can even get a little creative. Harlot. Wench. Strumpet. I’ve been called a conniving little bitch, two shags short of a prostitute. But when men really want to hit a girl where it hurts – or, at least, where they think it hurts – they start throwing the ‘f’ word around…