Jakarta – or why is it so easy to cry on planes.

It’s been a month since I left Jakarta, and since then I’ve been in a bit of a daze so as a strategy of waking myself out of it, I’m here. I’ve left many cities over the past few years, and every time I do, it isn’t until my plane takes to the air that…

Bule Sombong

When moving to a new city, buoyed by the enthusiasm and energy of change, I push myself to meet as many people as possible. So, a year ago, when I was brand new to Jakarta I was trawling the various social media/dating apps for interesting faces, witty taglines and sincere and amusing banter. I eventually…

Who’s afraid of the working class?

When someone asks me about being from a working-class family, or about growing up in Campbelltown specifically, I often recite a story about visiting a careers advisor in the final year of high school. The high school itself is in an undesirable part of Sydney so the staff, especially the support staff, tended to come…

Reflections on 30

Photo credit:Doni Marmer  A dear friend once recounted to me his feelings about growing older: In his youth, he lived in Perth and had a girlfriend. Both things came to an end (he moved to Melbourne, and now has a boyfriend), but every once and a while he would visit his ex in that far…

I don’t have HIV, but it has shaped my life

I had just come out. I was 17 and I was away on a holiday with my dad and my sister. My Dad was trying his hardest to connect. I was a petulant teenager shying away from the awkwardness of intimacy. The conversation jammed. We were left without words and the conversation diluted down to…

A potential manifesto

So, we stand again above the wreck of another attempt at self-improvement. The date is set, objectives vague but idealistic, goals overly-ambitious and then whole thing crumbles when you realise that becoming a better person can’t be “achieved”. You won’t wake up one day with that project behind you, but instead it’s just the ongoing…