I find myself, after deep (deep) introspection, able to isolate my consciousness from my physical body, and able to understand there is much more waiting beyond the bounds of life and death.
My Life After Death
Category: Memoir
Tales of a Sexless Second Year: Abstinence? A Good Thing?
The thing is, if I have sex with a guy and he doesn’t immediately fall in love with me, I’m annoyed. If I have sex with a guy and he does immediately fall in love with me, I’m annoyed. Tell me how I am meant to win here? I realised that this was because I craved the validation of guys telling me: “You’re the only one I can really open up to.” Until I registered the fact that I was only there to make them feel special and solve all their problems.
maybe memory is all the home we’re allowed
I remember the first place I moved out to. It was still, serene, as all plodding outskirts of farm properties are. I thought it was apt that I resided next to a cemetery. It was the attractive part, curated with manicured grass and linear rows of granite headstones. At day, you were meant to grieve; at night, you were meant to avoid it.
Hoeing: The Therapy No One Talks About
“It is still frowned upon for women to have multiple sexual partners – but there are also a plethora of contradictions that come with it.”
I Had Vaginismus
It’s hard to notice how many times a day society reminds you of sex’s importance until someone says you might never be able to have it.
Another Emotional Woman
The world needs emotional women – but the fear of failure can often hold them back.
A Recipe for Anger
One activist recounts her experiences with an insatiable anger against the world, the burnout that followed and why she finally decided to give up.
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Feminism and the Fitness Industry
Being a feminist and working in the fitness industry often feels like something of an oxymoron.
MyHealth Memories
The doctor doesn’t eye me suspiciously before printing the prescriptions like I expected he would; he just flat-out refuses while staring at the screen. He says he wants a letter from my previous GP. How do I explain that I don’t have a GP? How can I detail my thirteen-year career as a consumer of mental health service – from Canberra to Newcastle, Sydney to Cooma, and back to Canberra.