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…
It was 9:30pm and happy hour had well and truly begun on Mlini – the loud and jovial boat I was allocated on my Sail…
Stickiness glues every inch of my clothes to me. Blaring sun blinds me from all directions. Wine fumes leave no room for fresh air on…
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…
“Olivia’s effort and concentration in class have been variable. At times she has participated well, but at other times, has been off-task. In her future…
A love letter to my she-wolfpack This is an ode to the 29 women whom I just travelled with. 29 babes. The 29 femme fantasies,…
My once-white Converse shuffled through the sandy streets of Fez. Merchants yelled on either side of me, desperately trying to draw attention to their silk…
“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…
Enormous clouds cling to the peaks of snow-capped mountains. Winking prickly pears and violet wildflowers greet us on either side of a path that looks…
I have a habit of getting into cars with strange men. And despite what your mother may have told you about such activities, I’ve had…
I sit in the back seat of an old Mercedes-Benz that smells like cheap tobacco and think about what I should say to the mystery…
I watch my mum’s mouth drop open in disgust. “Oh my god.” We’re dining at a fancy restaurant and I’m dolled up to the nines,…
