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…
Content warning: themes of sexual assault In the winter of New Delhi, the birds of prey drew imaginary circles below the smog; they wouldn’t be…
My stay in Rajasthan’s Royal City of Udaipur was intended to be a Lonely Planet special: accommodation, eating and sightseeing all planned out by an…
I realised recently that I had spent a large proportion of my young adult life as a fuckwit. Let me define a fuckwit: Someone who…
“I’m gonna fuck so many Fratties on exchange,” read the caption of my Instagram update. It was the night of my going away. I was…
It was any other Saturday night. I was at a gay bar, drinking too many vodka redbulls and losing my mind over Britney song after…
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…
It happened like it did every other weekend. Waltzing up the stairs in an unintentional V formation, we made our entrance into the club: a…
He moves me across to the middle of the bed from above with his strong hand between my shoulder blades. My arms flop over my…
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,…
The longer away I am from home, the less I think chaotically. This is why. Put your hand on your shoulder. Keep it there. A…
