My third evening in the Islamic Republic of Iran lands me in an underground music gig in a hip café-cum-alcohol-free-bar in the capital, Tehran, where…
There were boobs. So many boobs. Saggy, perky, big and small, in a myriad of shapes, sizes and colours, but with plenty of tanned skin;…
At the Essendon AFL game against Port Adelaide last weekend, halfway through the second quarter, I went to grab some beers for my friends and…
“You are a woman. And you are from…” the first man said. “Norway,” I said to correct what I assumed to be his assumption of…
A mere four days after I set off on an adventure to the other side of the world alone, a woman was killed in her…
I recently booked a return flight to South America. I’m flying in and out of Peru, but the country I am most anticipating is Colombia…
I’ve always struggled with being close to someone. Well, not physically close – I could trip over a pavement and fall into them, but that…
We really want Muslims to condemn terrorism. Really though. We unfairly expect the Muslim community to speak out against each incidence of violence these days….
There’s a fantastic idiom in Spanish used to express exasperation, employed mainly by women: No tengo el coño para farolillos. In English: “I don’t have…
My pelvis shifted uncomfortably on the papery lining of the bed. My legs desperately wanted to snap shut. “It will just take a few minutes…
It’s just another Saturday night. We’re sitting around the firepit in my friend’s backyard – 20 or so of us; some friends, some strangers. Drinking,…
I am a privileged millennial. I live in an age where it’s possible, and reasonably safe, for young people to travel. I’m so grateful that…
