It’s hard to know where to begin with the narrative around Covid-19. The casual racism about the disease and its origins. The panic buying that is leaving large numbers of at-risk individuals as well as those unable to financially manage bulk purchasing in dire straits. The characterisation of all panic buyers as ‘stupid’ ‘ridiculous’ … Continue reading What is the real virus?
Tag: feminism
Thoughts are not facts.
CONTENT WARNING: Discussion of death, suicide and suicidal ideation. Please be gentle with yourself and consider not reading if you are sensitive to these topics. I still find it incredibly jarring every time the thought crosses my mind. ‘I wish I was dead’. It comes and goes with such indifference and apathy that sometimes I … Continue reading Thoughts are not facts.
Holiday blues.
I’ve noticed a pattern for myself when it comes to my mental health. Distract and avoid. Swallow the pain. Internalise. Most importantly do not draw attention to myself, lest people may form the opinion that I am self-involved, self-important, attention seeking and narcissistic. It’s a battle I have with myself internally each time that I … Continue reading Holiday blues.
Learning to look at pain.
I’m not sure what my intention was when I started writing this post. I think I had reached a level of exacerbation with my pain and just wanted to find some way of expunging the fucked-up feelings of shame and guilt I associate with my pain. I constantly question my relationship with my own physical … Continue reading Learning to look at pain.
I am not responsible.
TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: Intimate partner violence (physical and emotional), gaslighting, discussion of self-harming behaviours. I remember when we first broke up. I accused him of cheating and he accused me of snooping. We were both right in our accusations, but I was more sorry. I was always more sorry. I left that night and went … Continue reading I am not responsible.
An Open Letter…
An open letter to the man on my flight home from Sydney With special mention to the other men who chipped away at my faith in hu[man]ity What makes you think that you’re entitled to take up so much fucking space?! I am a born and bred Melbournite and have long been an … Continue reading An Open Letter…
My ‘Sloppy’ Reputation.
Living in western society in this age, means allowing yourself to be subjected to a cosmos of mass media infiltrating our daily lives – thinly veiled ads that mark a new era of false advertising, attempting to sell us ‘happiness’ in the form of an inanimate object. I’ve become pretty skilled at avoiding the main … Continue reading My ‘Sloppy’ Reputation.
Whose Story Counts?
The longer I continue my education, both at university and in the ‘school of life’ the more aware I become of the inherent privileges I have been granted. The privileges I refer to here have nothing to do with financial wealth or material items. What I am referring to is the inherent privilege of existing … Continue reading Whose Story Counts?
Sticks and Stones.
When addressing the issues of gender inequality - or really any inequality - in my experience one of the most damaging tools is language. As children we’re frequently taught that while “sticks and stones may break my bones, words can never harm me.” This may have been one of the most misleading lessons of my … Continue reading Sticks and Stones.
Who are my abusers?
I found myself recently – during one of my daily walks – in the old stomping ground of my abuser (as I write the word abuser I have to resist the ingrained urge to put inverted commas around it – because is he an abuser if he never really hit me, and he never really … Continue reading Who are my abusers?









