A How To: Getting ready for a date
Soap my musky pits
wash my - almost mullet
Rinse my girl to woman breasts
scrub my asshole
that tight sphincter.
After all these years of fight
could be the strongest muscle I’ve got left
Though I've told myself i don't need that brawn anymore
I know Krav maga now
20 years too late.
Set a reminder to stay safe
No. there’s already an alarm, too many
Choose a shirt, feelin boyish, casual
Not too sexy.
this should shade my femininity,
a boyish tee, a trustworthy look - to a boy.
Surely you'd respect one of your own. Fraternity style.
No need to worry,
I practiced while washing my - almost mullet and rinsing my
girl to woman breasts
I’ve envisioned how to wring your windpipe flat,
how to go on a date.
POEMS
SYDNEY - A HYPERPRODUCTIVE CITY
Soft Stir Magazine 2022 - Issue #1
Soft Stir Magazine 2022 - Issue #1
I spent much of my time writing this
essay reflecting on my years as an
athlete, understanding my body
through the squinted eye of the
biomedical model, understanding this
model as a product of our broader
political structure, and
understanding it as a jockstrap for this patriarchal city. With the leftover hole of negative space, it hopefully draws out the silhouette of the anti-capitalist body. The rest of that silhouette is filled in with my after athlete explorations of gender, body diversity and disability.
SYDNEY VS SYDNEY
Yeah Nah Yeah 2018
The floor is covered in stilettos, feet braced in the forever point of ballerina. There are ironed out colours, shirts and shoulders stiffened against gravity, then there is us, smeared lipstick, rash vests and a curiousity for the cultural modified body. This peice is an investagative reflection of a public performance artwork, entering the Ivy Pool Club, a venue of Sydney’s florid nightlife.
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From George street, the Ivy’s music bulges outward and rings against Sydney’s cityscape. Its a deadened Sunday afternoon but the Ivy presents us with a salvation, ushering us from street side to Pool Club. The ceilings are lofty and appropriate for lengthened humans 11ft tall and our presence does nothing to fill out the of hollowness of excess space. Every surface is shaved clean with the blades of Gillette; the rest of our senses are overpowered by the aftershave of glamoour...”
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I pay my respects to the First Nation custodians of this land and to those who continue to act in a custodial way towards this land. My practice takes place on the grounds of Gadigal and Wangal Land of the Eora Nation.
T H I S A L W A Y S W A S A L W A Y S W I L L B E A B O R I G I N A L L A N D
I pay my respects to the First Nation custodians of this land and to those who continue to act in a custodial way towards this land. My practice takes place on the grounds of Gadigal and Wangal Land of the Eora Nation.
T H I S A L W A Y S W A S A L W A Y S W I L L B E A B O R I G I N A L L A N D