Tag: molly mae hague
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The Woke Olympics

Receiving a voicemail from a person I’ve never met makes me squirm. My hands go clammy, my knees turn weak, my arms go heavy (mom’ spaghetti). The thought of contextualising someone away from the safe space of a two-dimensional photo and messaging app makes me sweat. Hearing someone’s voice means plucking them out from virtual…
