I was flicking through a photo album the other day…looking back at the man I love, knowing what I know now, and wishing I could go back and save him.
Love
I haven’t been plotting, but my mind has been planning. All in the hopes that if the worst were to happen, I could be somewhat prepared – for the right goodbye.
November 15, 2017 marked the final hurdle in the months-long battle of Australia’s queer community having their lives put into the hands of the voting public to do with them what they so desired.
And as we look back, seven years to the day since Australia voted YES, the inevitable seven year itch is upon us.
A scratch below the surface of the darker side of a plebiscite, and the ugliness it exposed –
So was the YES worth the wounds..?
We were taught that to be soft, was to be weak, it was to be a pushover, a coward. Soft was the opposite of everything we were told we should aspire to be as men. Hard and Tough were the goals, and anything less than this – anything softer than this – was simply unacceptable.
But with the biggest killer of men being themselves – is ‘hardening up’ really doing any of us men any good?
Just like how a good laugh or a good cry can get your day back on track,
A good love can get your life back on track.
So here’s to love, and to those we love…
I took a trip back home recently. To a place I hadn’t visited in over a decade. Revisiting the fence and the walls that were once there, and the revisiting boy who had lived there too…
Whilst death is an inevitability in life,
The loss of a mind isn’t.
So if one day it comes for me,
If this proves to be my path;
If I should forget, before I wake –
This is what I want to remember…
On the road to recovery sometimes you feel like wallowing in despair, sadness and sheer exhaustion – just for a minute.
This is a brief moment of that. Before we get back up, dust ourselves off, and keep on moving forward…
“I was 26 when I decided not to have children, and with that decision, everything I thought my life would be was turned on it’s head”
Someone once said to me, “I love you, this is great – just don’t become a stereotype”. So I tried…
12 months, 12 fundraisers, and $9,390 raised – that’s a wrap on HairPeace
Today, after sixteen years, our family said our forever goodbye to our angel…
The belief that ‘what goes around comes around’. But when waiting around for it affects our ability to move on, are we now just hurting ourselves?
When an appointment that was meant to make me look and feel my best went wrong, I had to face my body image demons head-on…
A wayward journey of someone fumbling his way back to body acceptance.
In a world that is constantly at each other’s throats, and a difference of opinion is an affront, it’s time we found our way back to each other…
We haven’t seen each other, we haven’t held each other, but we have the ability to use this situation to make us closer than ever before…
There are people in this world that you were destined to meet,
People who, no matter what you did, your path was bound to cross.
Andrew Towner and I were probably never those two people..
I never thought much of the title of ‘Uncle’ for myself. That was before I had six nieces and nephews of my own…
In a society that deems straight as the norm, there has to come a time in our lives when we have had to tell them that we are not it.
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