Over the last few years, the LGBT community have voiced concerns over the misappropriation of the word ‘gay’ by modern tweens. Originally, ‘gay’ meant happy and carefree. Then, homosexual men took the word as their own and gave it an entirely different meaning. Now, tweens are using the word in a negative
Miondor. Two suns. Acidic oceans. True Night comes once a year. Prince Eraus, second son of King Horaus and Queen Moran, was born of True Night. He’s shy, bookish, and adored by the people. Torn between his devotion to duty and his desire for obscurity, Eraus wants to live a quiet, uneventful
Matilda McRudy was no girl. Matilda McRudy was a woman: long, muddy locks of mousey, brown hair; eyes the deepest blue speckled with sunshine green; braces that made sunshine dance even in winter’s lazy afternoon; and the largest furriest monobrow that you could just nuzzle for hours. “But why?” whined Tommy Tucker.
I’m currently sailing from Brisbane to New Zealand onboard the Sea Princess, by Princess Cruises. To say the cruise is a disappointment is definitely an understatement. Here is the email I just sent to firstname.lastname@example.org TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN I am currently sailing on the Sea Princess in cabin R339, on
As many of you are aware, David and I lived at the Arbour on Grey for 18 months. The property management business for the complex, Aurora Property Group, was grossly incompetent. That’s not an issue: it’s rare to find a real estate agency that is aware of their responsibilities, yet alone lives
Yesterday, 23rd Oct, I suffered a severe cognitive episode which left me wandering the streets in a fugue for several hours. On the bright side, I took over 33,000 steps and covered 27.4 km. On the down side, I caused a lot of fear and worry amongst my loved ones… especially my
From the moment they erupted into existence, Left and Right hated each other. The only thing they hated more than each other was their jail on the chest of their host. They despised being forced to co-exist. Left was slightly larger, Right slightly perkier. Left hogged the bra, Right hogged the attention.
Twenty years ago, David and I were completely unaware of issues relating to gay rights unless they affected us directly. We were young and in love, and although we knew that large segments of society were railing against our form of relationship, we didn’t care. It was almost a hedonistic, insular approach
The Australian plebiscite on same-sex marriage is the result of the Americanisation of Australia… an Australia struggling to separate Church from State to become a truly secular country. When I was younger, Australia felt like a progressive, open-minded place. We had nudity in films and on TV. Everyone was given a ‘fair go’,
Let’s do it… let’s shove that genie back into the bottle But can we? These days, nothing can be completely undone. No action goes unrecorded. No data is irrecoverably deleted. Every movement leaves a trace. Smoke and mirrors cast shadows. This particular genie had paid out generously, when first released from his
On the 2nd of May, 2016, your lawyers, Thynne MaCartney, sent us a ‘Concerns Notice’ as preamble to a defamation lawsuit in which you made several demands, including: unpublish our article, in which we outline our experiences dealing with Aurora Property Management as tenants of the Arbour on Grey unpublish our article,
Artemis couldn’t get comfortable. The ivy itched, the night air was too cold, and a friendly beetle wasn’t taking the hint. Something promised to be easy was turning out to be hard. Artemis closed his eyes. Three, two, one, then looked around. Nothing had changed, except now the beetle had brought friends.
I sat with my back to the girl in labour. Of course, at my age, anyone younger than twenty harvests is considered to be a girl. I could hear her screams, her panting. I could hear the midwife reassuring her, telling her to push. I could hear the girl cursing and swearing,
You hold my heart in your hands You didn’t choose to, I gave it to you My heart is yours, for you to do as you will You hold my heart in your hands Don’t squeeze it, and please don’t tease it My heart is yours, for the tears you’ve spilled You
Get out! The sticky message oozed down my freshly painted kitchen wall, blood contrasting nicely with the daffodil yellow I’d chosen at Bunnings. I placed the paint roller into the tray and stepped back, frustrated and shocked. The reason for my frustration? The wall was still wet. The reason for my shock?