LSD: Climate Change, A Lack Of Transportation, and an Erotic Non-Erotic Massage; A Short Story.

I woke up around 7 am and then I ingested approximately 150ug or 1 tab of LSD. You could say that I was in for an interesting day. A rollercoaster of emotions, frustration and then 90 minutes of unexpected erotic pleasure. After about 45 minutes, I began to become enveloped by the drug, tingling all … Continue reading LSD: Climate Change, A Lack Of Transportation, and an Erotic Non-Erotic Massage; A Short Story. →

skinny love.

Art is a peculiar thing, original; priceless. Irreplaceable, and once stolen, forever gone. Nothing's quite felt like home since you, nothing's just quite right, not since I opened the door and you walked right out. Absolutely necessary at the time, but now I miss you; I miss you like a hot coffee of a morning … Continue reading skinny love. →

The laying of root.

Before one can flourish, they must know the dirt, they must know the earth; they must lay root. Only once foundation has been established may we reach for the sky. I give thee permission to stand strong and tall, grasping at the sun. Water and rays are all you need most days, but often a … Continue reading The laying of root. →

Extreme masculinity in a feminising world: problematic or beneficial?

What does it mean to be a Man in the modern day? I've been wrestling with this problem as of late. Is the traditional representation of masculinity, of what it is to be a Man necessary in the modern day? Are we becoming more feminine, and if so, is this a bad thing? From Boy … Continue reading Extreme masculinity in a feminising world: problematic or beneficial? →

fear.

Often we are scared to open ourselves up, living in fear of the day that all good things must come to an end. I feel exotic like a fruity cocktail; sweet, intoxicating and with one sip... ah! that hits the spot. Between my toes is finely ground sand, heated to just the perfect temperature; not … Continue reading fear. →

Soul connection.

A day spent in the warm embrace, my brothers, sisters and me, I see you, you see me; locked in embrace like we were meant to be, Moments I did spend broken, for my once removed brothers and sisters in Timor Leste, Peace to my brothers and my sisters, for were all once, Separated by … Continue reading Soul connection. →

Weetbix and sugar,

All my life I believed that I didn't deserve nutri-grain, that I couldn't obtain nutri-grain; a childhood spent deprived of such luxuries. I never thought I'd be captain, I never thought I'd rise above. A life spent missing the mark, falling short, the usual story of trauma and unrealised potential. Experiences that shaped me, that … Continue reading Weetbix and sugar, →