The Pixie

She walked into the house one day like she had always lived here. Which I suppose was true. “Um, hello?” I said to her as she busied herself making coffee. “Hey,” she said, flashing me a brilliant smile and then turning back to the manual grinder. “Uhh, who are you?” “You know who I am.”…

Three Tents in Weipa

Past Tents: Camping We had not been camping in about two months. Not overnight camping. We had been on day trips a couple of times to a sweet place called Jacob’s Hole (by white people; I don’t know what the traditional owners call it). But The Pilot kept getting rostered to work on weekends. And…

Wake up and smell the votes, major parties

So we have woken up the day after election day with no clear result. Neither parties have enough seats to form a majority government, and the Coalition looks only set to be able to form a minority government. Back in 2010, before the election, I didn’t even know what a ‘minority government’ or a ‘hung…

The value of writing

If you are still waiting for part two of my previous blog post, “Fear of Marriage: Part One”, don’t worry! It is coming. (Just like Christmas.) Yesterday, I went to the library to edit my thesis*, but while I was walking to the library I started thinking about an idea, and as I was thinking, my…

Fear of Marriage: Part One

  Trigger warning: Domestic violence, rape. One day last year, I got involved in a furious Facebook debate on a friend’s page about marriage. The debate started off being about same-sex marriage, and quickly slipped to a discussion of how marriage is a patriarchal institution. My friend whose page it was on is a married man…

Not Yet Grey Nomads

I was full of good intentions to blog throughout the course of the road trip from Canberra to Cairns with The Pilot. Road-tripping was far more draining and time-consuming than I anticipated, even when we were only doing 300-400km per day. We did the whole trip in 14 days, and drove 3819.8kms in total. I…