Thus, I was ten and emancipating myself from God, deciding that if my ‘test’ for this duniya was to love a man who did not deserve it, to show him mercy and forgiveness, then I would simply not sit the test. It was shortly after that I decided that I no longer loved my father.
Browsing: Perspective
If you take this bus two, three, four times, you will find that what was once an indiscriminate landscape becomes accustomed and recognisable. Trees tangled together, their bodies like frozen lightning.
So, to answer my own question of why I’m not a man yet here is what I’ve come to. I will never be a man if I continue to label myself as a work in progress person. If I continue at this rate two, then five, then fifteen years on T will begin to feel like a fruitless quest of self fulfilment. And it’s just not.
Political lesbianism has a history of exclusionary ideologies. I want to see if (and how) it can empower queer folk who don’t exist within traditional binaries.
In fact, I had all but known about having ADHD for years — getting the formal confirmation was, to me, merely that: a confirmation.
Ellie Taylor narrates her experience as a dyslexic and autistic person.
People talk about feeling a pull from the ocean: its call, their response, and a splendid union. I can’t say I’ve felt the same. My pull comes from within, it is manic and obsessive. Every other thought is suffocated by my desperation for submersion. Returning to the water is a compulsion.
The lowest point of the run comes as the 5km point looms: we are once again crossing Cumberland St and ascending the stairs towards the Harbour Bridge. I curse the Unofficial run club and all its future generations.
Whilst people may reach for an Arnott’s Kingston, or a Scotch Finger, I’ll always be reaching for a Ginger Nut.
I love being Indonesian, but when I ask myself the question if it was worth hiding my queer identity to be accepted, I still grapple over the many intricacies of what it means to be Indonesian.
