this letter was written for and presented at the ‘Taking Up Space’ exhibition produced by Bo Bickmore and Variation Three. I’m incredibly grateful for the opportunity to… Read more “letter to my precious body”
Author: bayley turner
“do you still need a sign to let me drive?”
I can’t wait to see what the muses have to offer in America, where on previous visits I’ve found myself incredibly inspired by the energy, people, landscapes, cityscapes, music and styling. I can’t wait to share the work that gets created with everyone! I can’t wait to get on the bright right side of the road again.
have a social conscience they said. it’ll be fun they said.
Happy birthday to me. It wasn’t until I was on the train home after screaming out “kill the bill!” and “transphobia’s got to go!” and “stand up… Read more “have a social conscience they said. it’ll be fun they said.”
brodie is not an italian name.
This is where my story is at right now, with questions, with yearnings, with listenings and with learning to do.
I believe it is important for us to position ourselves in the cultures we interact with, to evolve in our understandings of the diverse cultures we are connected to, and most importantly to show respect for the cultures we owe our safety, our stability and our success to – and who are long past due having those gifts redistributed back to them. Australia always was and always will be Aboriginal Land.
sorry, (you’re) not sorry
You apologise with your actions and your sustained commitment to making right, not with your words and your assertion that those words should warrant you being pacified and made comfortable for the effort in speaking them. An apology is something you do, not just something you declare.
happily ever after –
I found my true gender at the peak of my happiness, waiting for me, patiently, persistent. On an evening spent celebrating with dear friends, having returned from… Read more “happily ever after –”
stop right now. thank you very much.
they say relationships take work, for all that they should come naturally, and the longer you know somebody the easier it is to fall into habit and harm. well you’ve known yourself your whole life, so make of that what you will.
my gender is cowardice.
remember kisschasey? that’s where it started. it was the first year of school, so we would’ve all been five years old. The way the game works is… Read more “my gender is cowardice.”
this is me begging.
this blog comes with a trigger warning. this is me begging. for what it’s worth. Eurydice Dixon is a person. And at the same time, she is… Read more “this is me begging.”
the bride wore bitter.
Dearly Belittled… We have voted here today… Yeah, I know. One week ago. I haven’t cried about it. Not once. I confess I’ve been almost entirely indifferent… Read more “the bride wore bitter.”