I’m going to be a boxer. I walk to town and ask my tailor to make me a baby blue bathrobe with a hood. This requires a fair amount of pantomiming and gesturing. Then I ask him to make me a pair of red boxing gloves.
“Boxing gloves?” asks Rajesh. He sends a boy out…
Ten years ago, I lived on an island off the coast of Honduras. It was summer when I was there. It was summer almost all the year. The air was hot and buttery; day lasted long into the night. Through the afternoons, men played dominoes in the shade beneath the mango trees. In the evenings,…
“Too black for the white kids, and too white for the black.”
That’s a line from the 2013 single ‘Chum’ by African-American rapper Earl Sweatshirt. It’s also a line that has continued to plague me since I first heard it seven years ago.
The Black Lives Matter movement has quite possibly been the single most…
I washed my hands 10 times, then 10 times more. It felt like the blood wouldn’t come off. WHAT THE FUCK? screamed my mind on repeat.
The scene from the last hour kept playing through my head. Warm blood running over my hands, staining my clothes. Dark red. Not my blood. Her voice mumbling, “Sleep, I…
What’s the most quintessential injury an Aussie can get in Bali?
A scooter accident.
Okay, what’s the second most?
Animal Bite.
What’s the third—actually, forget it.
Picture this, it’s 3 o’clock in the afternoon and you’ve just down a beverage called Adios Motherfucker. Sorry, Adios Motherfu*cker. Can’t forget the oddly placed asterisk; it’s honestly charming.…