Confession.

I'm not in any way religious but sometimes I do think of this blog as a way to take myself to church; allowing my heart, mind and soul to connect truthfully to something, anything. With that being said, it's been 3 weeks since my last confession and as it turns out, I've got some explaining…

Things that give me the shits.

  Don't worry guys, I'm still over here floating along on a cloud of fairy floss and sipping on the sweet nectar of bliss. It's just that I've really been thinking about the little things this week - you know the ones that we're not supposed to stress about? Yeah those. It's way healthier to just get it…

I’m happy, what should I do now?

Happiness is so weird. We spend our entire time on this planet focused on the pursuit of happiness and then when we find it (or something like it) and suddenly we start to feel unworthy. It's finally here and we tell ourselves that we're not deserving and feel as though it may be ripped out from under…

Where the rainforest meets the sea.

This week I had the pleasure of spending an hour with some babes chatting on Joy 94.9 - Australia's only LGBTQIA radio station - about growing up and coming out in a rural town. We talked about how our childhood may have shaped us and whether we could actually see any positives in the towns we've since left…

Sisters are doing it for themselves.

I've been 'dating' since I was 13 years old, well before I knew what dating actually meant. Back then, it was pretty much just me making out with my first ever boyfriend Arie for the entire 2 hours and 23 minutes of Pirates of The Caribbean and every movie we ever watched. Ahhh, that was…

It’s my party and I’ll cry if I want to.

As I sit here listening to your old voice mails, I know you would be furious to think that I am at home, in bed, listening to Slim Dusty and bawling. I just can't help it. It's my first birthday since we lost you and I'll fucking cry if I want to. It just doesn't feel right…