spotscoob

Wrapped in scarfs and winter threads, the two of us sat on those airport seats. A return flight to Perth awaited you and a weekend escape to Sydney was ready for my carry on baggage. This unspoken silence chilled our spines, the unknown uncertainty of what existed beyond our four days of intertwined romance, chattered […]

armshenrieta

I awake to the scent of incense burning. I sprawl my body against the sheets as my eyes come into focus. My butt cheeks slide against the sheets like a child thickly applying glue stick to an art collage. My vision is slightly hazy. The remains of a joint slowly simmer on a bedside table […]

howtolooseaguyin10grindermessages

It’s 4 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon. You went home alone in a taxi on a Saturday night for the 3rd consecutive weekend in a row and watched your coupled friends affectionately frolic off into the night sky through the cabs rear view mirror. You’ve just completed brunch with two of your girls and on your walk […]

thisiswhereisleepaffairblog1

Spring sun beckons our strides towards the hilltops of an empty park; our shared laughter is a warm breeze between our calf muscles as we share our weeks with one another. We find the perfect space to settle and bathe in the 25° heat, he rips his shirt off within ten minutes of bathing and […]

HOMEBLOG

That moment in Garden State when Zach Braff uttered that line “you know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore?” Is a piece of cinema dialogue that has always remained cemented in my memory, at the time when I viewed that film in […]

fearoffailure

When we’re five years old we’re afraid of spiders, when we’re 8 years old our biggest fear is dying and when we’re fifteen years old the one thing we’re most afraid of is being unpopular. But when we reach adulthood, when we bridge beyond our childhood naiveties and adolescent narcissism, the one fear that most […]

saturnreturnblog

It’s 1am and it’s been a wet night of torrential rain. You’ve just finished celebrating your mate’s first home purchase, said a ghetto goodbye to your number one Melburnian fag hag for the night and you’re striding home McDonald’s takeaway bag clad. You’re tipsy; actually you’re drunk and the streets of Richmond are barren and […]

soberblog2

I stare into the rations of a ginger beer on the rocks, the commotion of a bar evolves around me, friends share amplified conversations as they brim with liquor lathe lip service, trying to compete against the amplified sound of a live band in the apposing room and the echoed conversations of this overcrowded venue. […]

onedoctorslongblack

Roasted beans ignite my excitement; the possibilities of this hump day Wednesday arouse my nasal passages. I order takeaway coffees for McDreamy and I; internal narration takes over. What will happen upstairs? Will I open the door and he’s standing there in nothing but tightly fitted briefs, his chest hair scented like the cinnamon of […]

fatherofmineblog

Remember when you were four years old and your Dad would pull into the driveway pumping The Cure, In Between Days. You’d leave the show you were watching, book you were reading or game you were playing and sprint as fast as your calves could carry you to greet him. So that you could ride […]