I bought my girl some dried squid – most aromatic if not romantic.

J’s Diary Entry Monday, 9 Feb 1998 Went swimming with Leah after work tonight at Richmond Pool.  Fuck me it was hard work! I thought I was going to die after five minutes.  I managed a paltry six laps and collapsed on the bench in agony.  Leah swam another two.  I think she’s been secretly practising.  I was quite nervous about the change-room thing, but … Continue reading I bought my girl some dried squid – most aromatic if not romantic.

What if I wig out in the bedroom and she tells people?

J’s Diary Entry Friday, 7 July 1995 I don’t want to do anything about Chloe unless I am completely sure that I won’t be rejected.  And there’s the question of whether she’ll want me once she knows more about me.  Self-mutilators don’t get much good press you know.  And there’s the whole sex/performance thing which so poisoned the air between Leah and I.  What if … Continue reading What if I wig out in the bedroom and she tells people?

This is my brother, laying his shredded heart and soul bare. If you only read one of his posts please make it this one. S

J’s Diary Entry Tuesday, 4 July 1995 I’m walking down Collins Street, around 6:30pm, and I see this couple walking towards me, and I think, How do they do it? How do they make it seem so effortless?  This drifting apart and coming together again, like the sea and the shore. I don’t know how people can just meld so comfortably. I feel twisted and … Continue reading This is my brother, laying his shredded heart and soul bare. If you only read one of his posts please make it this one. S

I just want to feel less disfigured by knowing there’s someone else out there wearing the same badges of aberration.

J Diary Entries Thur 19 Jan 1995 Sat diagonally opposite this guy on the tram who had the DT’s real bad. He had that alcoholic look about him; the seventies shirt, grubby slacks, sneakers. His worldly goods in a plastic supermarket bag. I could pick the DT’s, firstly because his eyes would open briefly under his beetling brows and then he’d frown harder and clench … Continue reading I just want to feel less disfigured by knowing there’s someone else out there wearing the same badges of aberration.