G'day, mates, or whatever the Aussies are supposed to say. I'm the great Pussyfoot Cupcup, fine specimen of birdkind, winged diva of-
Get on with it, Cocky. Haven't got all day.
Oh, as you wish, Rach. So' I'm Rach's cockatiel, and I love the Sparkledom and its... More →
I like your words.
The way they trip off your tongue,
And cross the space between us.
The way they fill my lungs,
And whisper in my ear.
They're quiet and fluttering,
Like butterflies and a heartbeat.
They're soft and warm,
Like the beach under my feet.
But... More →
I have been thinking latly about whiteness, how there are different variations of the word WHITE and how so many people are called that. Some of us, nordic people (Blonde hair blue eyed mutants) are perfect definitions of the word. Here are some pros... More →
I have always maintained that there exist two types of people in this world: those who like stories and those who really really love stories. When I met Evanna Lane, I thought she was the second type. She turned out to be a third: the... More →
I know it was published in 2011, but bear with me. Beauty Queens is about what happens when a group of teen beauty queens crash-land on a deserted island. The book is satirical, with footnotes whenever a product is mentioned (such as Roland Me'sognie, a designer... More →
I think about love to much,
I imagine potential dates I could go on to much
I imagine a guy putting his arms round me to much
I worry about being forever alone to much
I love to much
I hope about me finding love every day to... More →
Recently I was scrolling through my Twitter feed and came upon a retweet from Twitter extraordinaire Maureen Johnson (author of books such as The Name of the Star and 13 Little Blue Envelopes). It was an article published by Elite Daily titled “Why Readers, Scientifically,... More →