Three Things 20.09.17

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“Vote Yes” art by Emily Nelson.

1. VOTE YES

I don’t care too much for marriage. It’s something that I may or may not do one day. But I’m a cisgender woman in a long-term heterosexual relationship, and this isn’t about me. This is about the people who aren’t in my position of privelege; people who do not yet have the right to marry the person that they love.
The Australian Government thinks it’s a good idea to bring a debate about people’s identities into the public sphere. There are advertisements on the television asserting that same-sex marriage will corrupt children. People are paying skywriters to pollute the air with “VOTE NO”. It’s horrendous. And it’s taking a toll. Young LGBTIA+ people are already at a higher risk of suicide than others their age – imagine how it must feel for them right now.
This voluntary postal survey is an abominable reflection of our society. It’s a joke. But it’s one that we have to take seriously. VOTE YES. Even if you do nothing else to promote equality, please just do this.

 

2. A ROCK THE SIZE OF MY FIST by JENNIFER DOWN

I first read this piece on the Lifted Brow website over a week ago, and it’s been spiralling around in my head ever since. Certain anecdotes, certain words and certain phrases have had me coming back to read it again and again. Jenn Down is fantastically talented, and I’m very fortunate to say that I studied with her once. That maybe she’s a friend, or at least a friendly acquaintance.
This essay is not an easy read. It’s deeply personal, revealing details of the author’s life of which I was previously unaware, but which I found comfortingly familiar. I too have experienced the dark cloud of depression altering my perception of the world.
Jenn writes about mental health with the clarity and detachment of a currently healthy mind, but a firsthand understanding of the experience. She refuses to romanticise depression and suffering, and acknolwedges her own privelege in the ability to seek treatment.
This is brilliant. Forget my words – go and read Jenn’s.

 

3. 20 YEARS PARANOID

Boarding a train bound for Vienna, I wrangled my suitcase with one hand, typing credit card details into my mobile phone with the other.
“Quick, put my Australian SIM card in your phone,” I said to Glenn, as we chose a pair of front-facing seats. “I need a NetBank authorisation code, and the transaction is going to time out in a few minutes.”
It was a mere coincidence that Garbage announced next year’s Version 2.0 anniversary show in London while I was on holiday in Europe. Having bought a pre-paid O2 SIM card (in order to gain “priority” access to a Kate Nash gig several weeks prior), I was able to purchase a presale ticket, and although the gig is not until September of next year, I’m bloody excited.
Let’s not talk about the logistics of yet another trip to see Garbage on the other side of the world. I’ll worry about that later.

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