For the past two months I have been chipping away at a sculpture in an attempt to show with it humanity. I was unsatisfied with how the media tends to only nurture the stories of the rich and famous, and thought that by profiling everyday people in my life, I could show the grit of the ‘ordinary’. Did I succeed? No I did not… the people I interviewed did.
Whether it be Maxine and the revelation she came to with her first child, Saskia and the songs she conjures from torture, or Emma and her experience at an eating disorder clinic… they were the ones that shared with the world their narratives, and in doing so, got people to consider the kind of narratives they consume.
Those I interviewed are inextricably tied to my existence and therefore, in some abstract way, I’ve been painting a picture of myself. Now it’s time to unveil it. Who is Thorne? Perhaps if I answer some of the questions from previous interviews, the answer will emerge. Continue Reading
I don’t think I have ever been as nervous to write, as I am in this moment. The woman you are about to see dance in the spotlight, is the reason I am still able to dance. I met her in my junior year of high school, at a time when I was the embodiment of silence, self-hatred and my father’s suicide. Like now, I found great refuge in the written word, and all that I felt and desired to feel, was contained in the ink that I spread across pages. One day I gave her some of those pages. She took them, and loved them, and made them into what I never could.
Maxine is a qualified drama therapist, a founding member of the Healing Through Arts trust, and a woman who bequeaths onto all, the knowingness that they are enough. The charitable trust, of which is her livelihood, was founded in 1994, and uses the intricacies of theatre to nurture the humanity within us all. One demographic that is in perpetual need of this service, is the youth, and Maxine steps up time and time again, to answer their screams. Continue Reading
He tells me he loves me and I try and imagine that love. It’s unconditional like they say it is, and yet I convince myself of its conditions. He loves you because you’re broken. He loves you because you’ve trapped him. He loves you because he doesn’t know that if he wanted to, he could love someone else. I lay in the bed and await salvation. Sometimes it takes days, sometimes it takes weeks and sometimes I think it may never come.
He joins me on the throne of pity, falling beside my projection. He takes my hand from under the blue sheet and holds it in his own. I’ve never been able to fathom the softness of his skin. The texture of silk, the colour of sand, and the wear of a child. It brushes over my being and for just one moment, I am okay. The thing about moments though, is that they only last a moment. Continue Reading
For the most part, we seem to only be interested in the voices of the famous and distinguished, because apparently “fame” and “status” is what makes someone worthy of being heard. There may be some truth to this. Those kinds of people have experiences that deviate from the ordinary and there is a lot to be learnt from the unordinary. Nevertheless, everyday people; the ones that don’t live in the limelight, they have voices of value too.
Based on the above train of thought, I have decided to begin a series on this blog called Human. It will showcase prominent people in my life, their stories and the essence of their humanity. Gradually it will also assemble a puzzle of who I associate myself with, and how those people determine who I am. Continue Reading
Are you shook? Most people are when I tell them I want to be a teacher. In fact, they protest the very thought and insist that I pursue another career path.
“There’s no money in teaching.”
“You won’t last long.”
Fuck you. Fuck each and every one of you who conjure such words with your mouth and force them upon me. I sincerely apologise for my inability to align myself with what you deem as worthy, but in saying that, I do not apologise at all. I want to be a teacher and if that unsettles you, then so be it. However, if you would like to open your mind for perhaps the first time in your life, then keep reading. Continue Reading
Thursday afternoons are my favourite afternoons. I push my key into the door, discover only silence and then bask in it. To be honest, the reality is a little less graceful than that but still, on afternoons like this, I am the King and Luke is free. We stumble into the house, drop our disguises and open our mouths to the sweet, sweet taste of Captain Crunch. As our stomachs begin to pity us, the television gives its performance. Maybe Batman is on, maybe SpongeBob is on or maybe even Thomas the Tank Engine is on… no matter the show, we watch. Luke watches because it makes him happy and I watch because it makes him happy.
The beginning of the news is our warning. He soon bashes on the door, expecting it to bow down but everyone knows that it only does that on special occasions. I pick myself up from the big armchair, his armchair, and pace towards the entrance of my Kingdom. As soon as I twist that handle though, it is no longer my kingdom. Continue Reading
I may be a full time student with a part time job, an internship, a house to keep clean and a relationship to maintain, but RuPaul’s Drag Race has taught me that I am a magician; I can make time to watch this show, even when I have none. In fact, my boyfriend and I have managed to watch two seasons in one week. If that ain’t magic, then I don’t know what is.
Firstly, let’s begin with the legend that is RuPaul. He has revolutionised the Drag scene and continues to be one of the most influential figures in the LGBT community. More than that, he is an advocate for equality in all contexts and challenges the status quo by presenting identity as fluid, not fixed. Also, did I mention that he defies beauty both in an out of drag? Continue Reading
This minor detail may not be important to a lot of you, but it’s important to me; I’m not gay. Ever since I started a relationship with my current boyfriend of three years, I was automatically assumed to be gay. At first I just dealt with it because the ‘gay’ label seemed a little more accurate than the ‘straight’ label. However, as time went on, I began to despise the label that I had so foolishly accepted as my own. Continue Reading
The strangest thing happened today I encountered myself. I have been walking the earth for twenty years but I have never been able to see whom is doing that walking. Today I saw. I attended a university class named ‘Creative Writing: Voices’ and was forced to look upon my soul in all of its glory, in all of its distain.
I consider the act of writing to be innate. It is more than part of my existence, it is the reason for my existence. Weaving words together is a thoughtless task, one that I would compare to breathing. You don’t calculate the way in which you breathe, you simply breathe and I don’t calculate the way in which I write, I simply write. That is how it has always been and the child within me thought that is how it would always be. That child was wrong. Continue Reading
For the purpose of this article, I am going to have to subscribe to the stereotypes of homosexuality and declare my love for America’s Next Top Model. That being said, I am still ready to drag the show’s revival harder than Donald Trump gets dragged.
For those of you who weren’t made aware, Tyra Banks officially declared the end of the show in October of 2015. She believed it had come to its end and stated that cycle 22 would be the last. Following that announcement, all hell broke loose and we experienced the end of the world. Okay, maybe that’s a bit of an exaggeration but people were genuinely upset… I sure was. Continue Reading