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Please Remind Me I’m Real
BEEP, beep, beep This tunnel is one of my biggest fears. I’m driving my car on the M5, about to go through the airport tunnel. Horns are blaring since no…
A Crisis on the Glacier
I arrived in Stockholm, Sweden, in the midst of an unprecedented Europe-wide heatwave, the first overt sign of the climate crisis I noticed. My arsenal of heavy duty Kathmandu gear…
A Date with Indonesia’s Thriving Punk Scene
The taxi comes to a halt outside Gimme Shelter, an underground rock’n’roll bar in Canggu, Bali. The booze I consumed pulses through my bloodstream and my fried eyes sting and…
A Postcard from Dili
Celebrating an independence vote in the country I called home Dili in August is always dry, dusty, tired; parched brown after months without rain and still facing weeks before the…
From an Inner-City Day Job to the Front Line: My Journey With the Adani Blockades
The sky was sun-soaked when the gong sung out at eight, rustling the big gum and alerting the kookaburras. We trudged from our sleeping spaces and cereal bowls to gather…
The Lion Rock Spirit: Why I’m Proud to Be a Hong Konger
“I used my backpack to shield a young girl from the police’s rubber bullets, because she was about to get hit and for sure she wouldn’t make it out of…
Why Are Women Frequently Misdiagnosed When it Comes to ADHD?
“Olivia’s effort and concentration in class have been variable. At times she has participated well, but at other times, has been off-task. In her future studies, I would like to…
An American Abroad: What It’s Like to Travel Under Trump
Sometimes, I’m proud to be an American. When repping my country abroad, I’ll admit to rubbing the domination of the USA Women’s Soccer Team in the faces of cheeky Brits…
I Travelled Spain With 29 Women
A love letter to my she-wolfpack This is an ode to the 29 women whom I just travelled with. 29 babes. The 29 femme fantasies, 19-to-29-year-old horny, but mostly hungry…
How the Birds Got Their Colours
It all started with a story. Dancing across the front of the book was a colourful bird with black feet. Green, red and blue, if my memory serves correctly. How…
Georgetown, Gentrification and Us
It was a Thursday and it was late. What’s worse is that it was cold, and we were hungry. At this point, we had spent the better half of a…
Greece: A Reluctant Journal of a Forgotten Humanitarian Emergency
“They are here because you were there. There is an umbilical connection.” – Stuart Hall, Black Chronicles. The following is a reluctant journal of my time volunteering on the Search…