Sydney doesn’t really have four seasons. It has gay seasons. Small, rotating windows of parties, long weekends, questionable decisions, and the recurring belief that this one will be chill. Right now, we’re in Mardi Gras Recovery. Also known as the time of year when every gay man in Sydney is either coughing glitter, apologising to […]
I’ve had jobs that gave me financial stability; the kind where you can finally tap your card without checking your balance first. I’ve had jobs that gave me space to look after my physical health; predictable enough that I could train consistently, meal prep, and not crawl into bed by 8pm from pure exhaustion. And […]
There was this one time, years ago, when my dad asked me if I was dating anyone. I said “no,” because I wasn’t. And before I could even think about what that “no” meant or how I felt about it, my mum jumped in: “Don’t be silly. Mitch will always be single. He’s too independent.” […]
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