Three years after beginning my journey on dating apps, fuck-boi behaviour still slips through, parading as a ‘sex-posi dude who is interested in feminism and indoor plants’. I know. That’s like three red flags I missed. “Did you know that the deadliest spiders are actually those that live underground, like the funnel web?” Isaac awkwardlyContinue reading “Bumble and the Faux-Feminist Brigade”
Dreams hold me hostage In the morning… I fail to rise like a stubborn loaf, a lazy thoughtful oaf Under subconsciousness White sheet Comatose Semi-conscious Sweaty bed hair mess
Like agent, or Citrus. Or that show with the female prisoners. Like a place in New South Wales or Jamaica, Orange Bay.
Croajingolong National Park, Easter (2017) and Buandik Campground at Grampians National Park, Invasion Day (2017).
Above – Sunset from Ruckers Hill (2017)