Bex Thackery
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A tom boy with heart eyes for fashion. A lover of kindness, with one of the more sarcastic minds. A girl born and raised in the sticks, bustling my way through the boisterous streets of London. Writer of love, life, loss.
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The chemical reaction to male femininity
https://www.bexthackery.co.uk/post/the-chemical-reaction-to-male-femininity I had a theory that since the dawn of time, cis and heterosexual women have been attracted to the feminine in men. The typically feminine - the vulnerable, the caring, and the promiscuous flirt. That theory was confirmed this week at the Grammys 2021, when every cis, heterosexual woman went quiet behind their phone screens wondering whether they want to be Harry Styles, or if they too want their boyfriends to sport a mint-coloured feather boa, some are even sat questioning whether that makes them a lot less hetro, and a lot more gay.
By Bex Thackery5 years ago in Humans
The Last Party
Walking along the streets of Corso Venezia, Chiara remembers cycling down these lanes to work in her Uncle’s Pasticcino bakery. She remembers it so vividly that she can almost see her younger self pushing past her now, the bicycle bell ringing frantically, swooshing past the flower stall opposite the Montanelli gardens, where Chiara had just bought a giant bouquet of azalea and jasmine. She reminisces how her canvas plimsoles felt worn to the last layer, pressing into the bicycle pedals that hung to the bike like they were strung by a fine fishing wire. Chiara snaps herself out of her day dream and catches a glimpse of the Prada Spazzolatos that are now on her feet, and how her hair is cut short and sleek, like most women in 1997. The Milanese city sun reflects the light straight back up to space, rather than the tangled locks with the sun-bleached highlights she used to have.
By Bex Thackery5 years ago in Humans
Joni and Roddy
Walking the distance from work to The Radicals & Victualles was the last way she could gather her thoughts. This pub seems to be their place, but not a sentimental place that other couple’s have. It’s not the place they first kissed, or where he first asked her to be his girlfriend. It’s the pub opposite the green in Islington that collects wannabe indies and stuck-up young Londoners like dust mites. It’s the place they always ‘talk things through’ after one of their tiffs.
By Bex Thackery5 years ago in Filthy
