Who I Am, What I Write, Why It All Feels So Bloody Complicated — and Why You Might Just Want to Stick Around
Zillennial. Black. Gay. Londoner. Trying to make it work
Some days, I wake up feeling like the main character. Other days, I stare at my reflection, wondering if I’m even in the story.
If you’ve ever felt caught in between—navigating ambition, identity, exhaustion, and the spaces that weren’t built for you—then you’ll feel at home here.
Growing up between worlds taught me how to adapt, to change my voice, my posture, to read the room and meet what’s expected. But feeling at home? I’m still working on that.
This space is for the in-betweens where class, culture, queerness, and late-stage capitalism collide. I write from the uncomfortable middle, navigating a career in the city, figuring out mental health without a therapist on speed dial, and balancing who I am with who I’m expected to be.
It’s for the contradictions—the days I feel unstoppable and the nights I spiral. The joys of friendship and the exhaustion of code-switching. The desire to stay politically engaged, even while burnt out by broken systems.
I write about what it means to be ‘professional’ in spaces that weren’t built for me, and how class creeps into conversations, career paths, and even the closest relationships.
Expect reflections on joy, identity, burnout, family, love, and the everyday hustle of staying afloat in a city that moves too fast. Plus, those fleeting, sacred moments of pure hedonism on the dance floor at 3 am, when everything feels possible.
If any of this hits—even a little—subscribe and stick around.
Here are two entry points to this newsletter.
They both say something about who I am, but also what this space is for and the questions I keep coming back to.
👉🏾 Permanently Knackered Professional — a satirical deep dive into performance culture, written from inside the glitch. It’s both a corporate horror story and a personal reckoning. Funny, exhausted, a bit too honest—and very me.
👉🏾 I'd Promised Myself a Quiet One — a chaotic, tender journey through a night that got away from me. It’s a story about friendship, intimacy, queerness, and the beautiful, messy spaces where we find ourselves when we stop trying to hold it all together.
👉🏾 A Note Before We Begin — not an introduction, not really. A layered attempt to say: here’s the tone, here’s the weight, here’s where we’re going (and not going). It lives in the emotional undercurrent of this project.
