Privilege
A white boy born into a poor family must find it hard to understand the idea of white privilege A black boy born into a poor family must find it hard to understand racism racism is pain unheard and unwitnessed…
BJ Tunstall
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1987
“Suddenly he sat up and pointed at me. “Haha look at the size of your mouth! You could suck 10 cocks with that!”” When I was a child my mother put me on the Pritikin Diet, a low-fat, high-fibre diet…
Protected: The year the drugs worked
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Mexican striptease
“I dined at La Bodega Negra the night after Kylie Minogue was seen exiting not so discretely” I’m rarely seen at the right places or attend the right parties but last night I dined at La Bodega Negra the night…
Here’s to things we love
Oh here’s to Brighton A town that says ‘do your worst’ Says here’s to the hug that won’t let go first, taking the sting out of signal failure at Three Bridges Says here’s to the archers and all the weekend…
A Melbourne thing
“He was the perfect Melbourne waiter, reading his customers and matching any hint of enthusiasm with flirty temptation. Also known as sexy up-selling” The wait staff in Melbourne restaurants are renowned for their intimacy. When you’re fresh from another country…
Car crash romance
“Right now if I had to choose between my Italian lover Marco and Parmesan I’d choose Parmesan. He doesn’t mind. It’s Parmesan after all. Italian’s are rarely jealous if you choose food over them” I don’t do romance. Having said…
Reflector
Arcade Fire had successfully recruited my body and now they were coming for my soul. I’m an Arcade Fire superfan, ready to do whatever they tell me. I buy the merch and Google search “where does Régine Chassagne live?” every…
My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy
Even if you hate heavily produced music you have to admire Kanye’s willingness to crack open his sloppy noodle brain and let us dig in with chopsticks. The longest cry in my life was to Runaway on repeat. It felt…
Amelioration
this year my scars spread like wild roots, scraping along my bones and sometimes knuckling through my mane turned an old mirror grey but I’m no horse, I’m a useless pony interventionist friends with red lips making shapes through the…