Masking As Monogamous

It was a couple of years ago that I walked through a bluebell wood with my partner of 8 years and said ‘if I don’t decolonise my life, I’m not going to make it’. It wasn’t a threat, a warning or even a particularly dramatic realisation. It was a simple truth spoken aloud, at the precise right moment for it to change and potentially save my life. It was from this day that I began to systematically scrutinise each aspect of the way I had been living and being through a decolonial lens, and to slowly but deliberately transform the elements of my existence into alignment with my values, my purpose and my neuro-normal.