My Recollection. Come back, zinc! Ow, my eyeball! I am gay. The morality that structures/suffocates my behaviour today wasn’t always the loudest voice in my head. It’s difficult to get…

I’ve Been Training for this My Whole Life. There are two types of introverts: introverts, and losers pretending to have some control over their lives. I’ve been both, which is…

My Recollection. Alley balls. GET… OUT. It’s not like we got so attached to her. Staying at other people’s houses is always a strange experience for a child as it’s…

My Recollection.   Cin-Cincinnati-cin-Cincinnati-nat-Cincinnati-i. This is where she prints her weekly feminist newsletter. Thank you, Ralph, very graphic. “Okay, no spitting” The thing about rules is that they exist in blocks.…

My Recollection. The internet has taught me that there are two types of women who suck dog dicks: the ones who are getting paid and the ones who like it.…

My Recollection Gulp’n’Blow. I’m from the Alabama chapter. He did that on purpose. There’s this mythical king of pre-Corinth called Sisyphus and he was a bit of a cunt. He…

Alright dipshits and illiterates, here’s the version where you don’t have to think as much.

My Recollection This is the worst day of my life. The land of chocolate. You looken sharpen todayen, mein herr. The modern wave of gentrification has claimed many a Brisbane…

My Recollection. Hairy yellow drumstick. I’m Hugh Jass. Fire made it good. It’s 2008 and there’s a guy in the middle of Ann street with his pants around his ankles,…

My Recollection. Edgar ALLENpoe! MENDOZAAAAAAAAAAA! The driver is essentially a ballast. Queensland develops urban centres the same way a ginger tans: splotches of enthusiastic attempts one could mistake for the…