I was almost going to take a photo of my legs in crazy tights today and pass it off as my self-portrait but then I realised it was the last day of the month and that it might look weird with one odd photo in the collage. So here’s a photo of my head again.… Read More
There is a drawing of a spotted cow on my blue mug. She is stranded midair on a crescent moon. ‘Nothing is ever easy’ the caption reads. The mug was a leaving present from a job long ago, I can’t remember which one. On my way to the study I take a mouthful of the… Read More
The photo posted on Facebook shows a tall slender woman in a long leather skirt. Her top is sleeveless with mesh panels that reveal the curve of her full breasts. A celtic tattoo circles her upper arm. She wears dark sunglasses and hooped earrings. The lines on her neck and the veins on her hands… Read More
First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love. ― Maya Angelou My lovely boyfriend went out early this morning and bought me flowers and a card. He’s a bit of alright.
When my boyfriend and I started going out, every month we celebrated the anniversary of the night we met. It has become a tradition that we still continue. So today, on the 5th February, we have been together for fifty-eight months or four years and ten months. Another month has sped by and I couldn’t… Read More
The biggest problem is figuring out something deep and meaningful to write every single day. I guess my life isn’t that interesting. Oh, look at the time — it’s after 3pm and I haven’t eaten yet. We’ve run out of tissues so I’m blowing my nose on paper napkins. One side of my nose runs… Read More
I’m thinking about growing my fringe/bangs out. I have so much white hair in the front that I miss seeing because it’s so short. I don’t know how successful I’ll be — I do have a tendency to chop, chop, chop. In other news, I made a new logo. Ta Daaah …
This is me not giving a fuck. Life is too short to get all twisted up about insignificant things. Have an orgasm, read a good book, have a lie down. This is all you need to be happy. Plus swimming goggles – you can’t be unhappy wearing swimming goggles.
I spent my teenage years on the Sunshine Coast in Queensland, and through the church my parents attended, I became friends with George Perdikis, John James and Peter Furler. These young men would go on to form the popular Christian rock band The Newsboys.
The Humanist Creed expresses what I believe in, rather than what I don’t.
Is it possible that I am the only one who has given up religion, or are other people tip-toeing around the issue the same way as I have?
What if taking a self-portrait helped me accept who I am and what I look like?
The idea seemed feasible. Totally feasible but completely scary.