The strangest thing happened today I encountered myself. I have been walking the earth for twenty years but I have never been able to see whom is doing that walking. Today I saw. I attended a university class named ‘Creative Writing: Voices’ and was forced to look upon my soul in all of its glory, in all of its distain.
I consider the act of writing to be innate. It is more than part of my existence, it is the reason for my existence. Weaving words together is a thoughtless task, one that I would compare to breathing. You don’t calculate the way in which you breathe, you simply breathe and I don’t calculate the way in which I write, I simply write. That is how it has always been and the child within me thought that is how it would always be. That child was wrong. Continue Reading
Even with the most acclaimed of television shows, I am still able to keep my composure. Not even Game of Thrones was able to take my soul hostage until I finished each and every episode. I had control… I usually always have control. That was until ‘Please Like Me’. After subjecting myself to the ingenuity of the pilot episode, I subsequently finished all four seasons in a matter of days. Continue Reading
“You look like a giraffe”, “gay bald ginger”, “Damn your foreheads gigantic.”
That is a mere goody-bag of what is said about me on the internet. The reality is, people don’t like me. I am in a homosexual relationship, I have an abnormally large forehead, my voice is high, I have freckles and I openly share my opinions. Those attributes come together to create difference and even though we are living in a progressive era, those who are different are still crucified… I am crucified.
This article does not contain a cure. I am unsure of how to open the minds of the ignorant and fill them with the knowledge that we are all collectively human. I wish I could do that but the history of this world has taught me that no matter how hard you try, some people will always be left unconvinced. On that basis, I only want to share with you what I am sure of; myself. Continue Reading
It has nearly been a year since I had an eating disorder. I cannot describe to you the exact moment I was cured, but in more ways than one, I would say that I am. I no longer refuse myself the nourishment of food, hinge my worth on weight, lock myself in my room, destroy relationships and loathe life.
Despite my achievements, there is one thing that has been immune to all antidotes; My mind. It has been scientifically proven that repeated behaviour causes certain neuron paths to become etched within the mind. That is what happened to me. Months and months of self-hatred and restriction slowly became normalised and now, even though I am recovered, I struggle to expel certain thoughts. Continue Reading
vegan (noun). a person who does not eat or use animal products.
Whenever someone becomes aware of my veganism, these are their typical responses:
“I couldn’t give up bacon!”
“Do you feel weak?”
“Isn’t it expensive?”
“What about chocolate?”
“What about ice-cream?”
“What about bacon?”
“Where do you get your protein from?”
Although these are all very intelligent reactions, there is one in particular that drove me to write this article; “Isn’t it just another diet?”
Referring to my lifestyle as a diet makes me want to kick you in the head and hope that by some miracle, the impact will reconfigure your brain. I eat the way I eat and I live the way I live for reasons that transcend weight and appearance. Continue Reading
Nearly 4 months ago, I posted this video.
If you suffer from ‘laziness’ as many of us do and cannot bring yourself to watch the entire video, I will present its main points. I talked about my experience with alcohol in high school and how I used it as a social serum. At every party or get-together, I would get get inconceivably intoxicated and end up on the floor. It even got to the point where I was turning up to school with beer breath. Like a true addict, I became dependent on alcohol and used it to deal with my past, present and future. Continue Reading
If you are confused by the title and more specifically the word ‘Flatting’, that is probably because you do not live in New Zealand. ‘Flatting’ is the New Zealand equivalent to living with roommates, housemates, etc. Although I will use the words ‘flatting’ and ‘flatmates’ in this article, please know that my advice is universal. Living with other people, no matter where you are in the world, can be an absolute fuckery.
At the beginning of this year, I made the bold move of moving in with my boyfriend, my ex-girlfriend, my ex-girlfriend’s boyfriend, and my party-animal friend. Without even describing my experience, I am sure many of you can guess the nature of it. Continue Reading
Before visiting &Sushi in Newmarket, the extent of my Japanese food knowledge was St. Pierre’s Sushi; A food chain that specialises in mediocre sushi. Thankfully, I am now enlightened.
My partner in crime for this experience was my flatmate. She is an unpaid &Sushi enthusiast and upon hearing of my desire to visit, she drove us straight there.
Although it was packed, we simply had to loiter around a few tables until a family of three sensed our hunger and left their empty plates. We took our seats and a nearby waiter began to serve us. I become very overwhelmed by good service because the student budget usually only allows for drive-throughs. Nevertheless, I kept myself together and searched through the menu. Continue Reading
Let me premise this by stating that I am not a fan of the Kardashians. Their materialistic values and reality television antics do not bring me to my knees. I find their presence in the media overwhelming and the news stories that surround them, underwhelming. That does not mean I am a hater though. Haters of the Kardashians believe that the family is laced with stupidity and undeserved fame. I’m not convinced. Continue Reading
That day I arrived I could see it in your eyes. It was pure impurity. You hated me. I stepped into your world, ripped down all of the walls and took the attention you held. I didn’t mean to though. It was the first time that I had met him. Your Dad was now mine. The man that had guarded you for twelve years, the man that had invested his entire spirit into your upbringing, he was now mine. I call upon the moment you denied such a reality, the morning you forced me to the ground. At first it was your eyes which nested your anguish, but now… it was your fists. Day by day you diminished my body. Each punch gave birth to new emotions. I didn’t think it was possible for a boy of my age to hold the feelings I held. You changed all of that. One punch… I question my wrongdoings, two punches… tears saturate my pillow and three punches… I turn on myself. I often thought about fleeing but I knew that I couldn’t. Nobody else wanted me. Continue Reading