From Author: Sarah L

A Pilgrimage to Self Love

This piece originally appeared in Boshemia Magazine Issue 03: Bodies. It has been a long pilgrimage to a place of self-love. I can see the summit, yet I have not fully and truly arrived. I have learned to love the steep, wide slopes of my hips, and the soft rotundity of my tum—the droop of my breasts, nodding earthwards…

In Defence of Emojis

This article originally appeared in Boshemia Magazine Issue 02: The Sublime, authored by L. Buy your copy at our online shop! According to Oxford Dictionaries, an emoji is “a small digital image or icon used to express an idea or emotion in electronic communication”; the term ‘emoji’ is a loanword from Japanese, and comes from…

Teaching The Future // Education Activism with Huw

Huw is a primary school teacher from Plymouth, UK, and has been teaching for almost 5 years. He is an educational activist and has recently become the Plymouth Branch Secretary for the ATL section of the National Education Union. We caught up with him to talk education activism, the National Curriculum, and arts and sex…

Straight Outta Narnia // A Symposium on Coming Out

L interviewed her close friends on their experiences of coming out. “Straight Outta Narnia” appears in Boshemia Magazine: Issue 01 from June 2017. The ages of the interviewees have been updated to reflect the year which has lapsed between the original publication of this symposium. All other details remain unaltered. Photography by Sharon McCutcheon. Somebody…

#MeToo // Why Are You So Surprised??

I am so glad that the #metoo movement has been so cathartic for so many people, and I admire the bravery of all those who have felt able to come forward and disclose their experiences of abuse and/or harassment; equally, let us not forget about those who have not felt able, and those who are just so dang tired of having to rehash and relive their experiences that they chose not to, and those who just want to distance themselves from it as much as they can and exclude it from their identities. It has reaffirmed what we already knew:…

Women Are Strong As Hell // Kairi Sane, Mae Young & New-Era Women’s Wrestling

Last Tuesday, September 12th, Kairi Sane won the inaugural Mae Young Classic wrestling tournament. This event was a 32-competitor tournament exclusively for women, largely from independent wrestling circuits, and was a milestone in the journey of women’s wrestling. For the first time, women’s wrestling was brought to mainstream audiences around the world. The tournament was held in honour of the late Mae Young, a WWE Hall of Famer who wrestled her first match in 1939 and her last in 2010 at the age of 86, with an active career spanning 71 years and having wrestled in nine different decades. She…

Netflix’s GLOW // Women Are Strong As Hell

GLOW opens on Ruth Wilder (Alison Brie), reading for a part in an audition. She emotively delivers a powerful and dramatic monologue, at the end of which the casting director informs her that she had been reading the wrong part—the man’s part. They reset. The casting director leads her in. Ruth performs the women’s audition part: (knock knock) Sorry to interrupt, your wife is on line two. This opening scene sets the flavour for GLOW perfectly; the show is a delightfully nostalgia-hazed and also critical and shrewdly observant portrayal of the real-life women’s wrestling circuit of the same name—The Gorgeous…

An Island in the Rain

L muses on July in her love note to the sea and the sublime. ___________________ I’ve been feeling melancholy this July— yet also euphoric. The anticipation of change as autumn clambers closer is invigorating me, I think, but it dulls all within the interim.

Letters to June // 01

Throughout the month of June Boshemia will be publishing letters addressed to the most romantic month of the year. _________________________________________________ Dear June, It seems scarcely any time has passed since you were last here, yet here you are. Each year you seem to come around more quickly than the last — you are not unwelcome, mind, it just impresses in me the sense that time, that cantankerous knave who none can evade, is mercilessly rolling on at gathering pace.