Once Was Lost & Now I Ground
Hi, for anyone who is reading this. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Sarah Carroll and I am a Polynesian/Australian queer writer and…
Hi, for anyone who is reading this. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Sarah Carroll and I am a Polynesian/Australian queer writer and…
Sometimes, I wish I knew less and cared less. I wish I could have the blissful ignorance of hearing something racially insensitive and finding it funny, or never thinking about it again. My problem is that I remember too much. I hold onto all of it. I don’t know how or where to put it […]
When I say that I didn’t come out to my family until I was in my late 20s people give a knowing nod. ‘Oh yeah, well that makes sense – you’re black, gay and from Africa’. Sometimes they’ll actually say those words, sometimes they’ll convey them through a knowing or almost pitiful nod. A nod […]
I never shy away from admitting Broadmeadows as my hometown, it always will be. For those of you who don’t know Broadmeadows…