Snowprints in the Sand

Hello faeries I hope you're all okay As beautiful and magical as Australia may be, homesickness is consuming me. Each morning I awaken I look out at the courtyard and, when I remember where I am, all I can do is force myself back to sleep so I can return to the homeland I miss so much Just twelve weeks , I tell myself, then I can go home. So I want to return to the most magical and colourful weekend of my life :: London Pride 2019 !! Since my dad was going to see his parents this weekend, I caught a lift with him which was exciting but not fun when he made unnecessary comments about my weight (or perceived weightlessness), some voyeristic/ misogynistic roadside breakdown commentary (for which I called him out) and finally an unspoken hostility as I armed myself with the queer ammunition of my makeup that makes me ready to prowl but not immune to attack. Road narratives are always so fascinating to me because Ive only ever experienced the passivity of being a passenger bei...

I have a friend who loathes goodbyes so passionately, he tears away away the final page of every book he reads just so that it never has to be over what a poetic little fuckboy right ?? But even though he fears the very words they contain, something compells him to anthologise the strange power they have over him. Maybe he hopes he can harness its power, but he's pretty kinky so i wouldn't be surprised if theres some fear-based gratification going on or something ngl .... he collects every last page and somewhere, anthologised within reach, he's created his own textual frankenstein like Im haunted by many things but nothing of my own material creation omfg I just thought I would preface my return with this lil anecdotal epigraph because this fear of goodbyes is something pretty pertinent to me right now, especially as someone who falls to suppressive denial so that they don't have to confront the farewells *** I live in Melbourne now and it was an impulsive ...