In February of my second year, I messaged a boy: “Meet me at the St Mary’s entrance around 9pm, and bring a mug.” His response: “How cryptic.” Besides this, I had previously slid into his DMs by sending him a photo of the ‘split G’ of my Guinness glass I had just drunk in the Edinburgh airport at midday (impressive). I had just met him, and I liked him, so I asked him out. This date was absolutely not a typical one. In my opinion, the first date is not just about how well you both connect,...

In adulthood, there are only three times you are ever really naked: taking a shower, in between getting undressed and dressed, and having sex. For something so natural, nakedness has always felt forbidden to me; I come from a prudish, conservative family where bodies are rarely openly acknowledged. So for my mother, trying to understand why I attend life drawing every Tuesday is a difficult concept. She pleads with me to draw people who wear clothes instead. One night on FaceTime, after...

While watching Jacqueline Kennedy’s iconic White House tour, the first televised glimpse into the private world of American politics, I...