#beyond-curious

We’ve just hit March- 3 months into the new year and everyday in the UK, it has rained. Unlike others, I can’t blame my parents. I came to London almost 2 years ago, all on my own accord. I chose to sacrifice Sydney’s sun and morning coffee walks with my dog for life on the other side of the coin. Here, the grass is always greener; however no one seems to be able to afford it. When I first…

Reviewing the Met Gala 2025 Just one week ago, thousands flocked to the star-studded steps of New York’s iconic Metropolitan Museum to witness music, sport, and television collide with high fashion at the 2025 Met Gala. This year’s theme, Superfine: Tailoring Black Style, brought together 600 carefully chosen guests — all interpreting the night’s dress code, “Tailored for You.” With camera…

this week I woke up feeling rather lost. I reminded myself that nothing had changed. That I had no reason to waste another beautiful day. The sun was still coming and going, the nights bled slow. Sleep felt like a refuge, the shower still smelled like soap. My dog loved me just as much, my dad called me about such things. Money was made and money was spent. Men bought me dinner and I…

but this week I woke up feeling rather lost. I reminded myself that nothing had changed. That I had no reason to waste another beautiful day. The sun was still coming and going, the nights bled slow. Sleep felt like a refuge, the shower still smelled like soap. My dog loved me just as much, my dad called me about such things. Money was made and money was spent. Men bought me dinner and…

I wanted to stay.    I was excited to watch you age;  to tell our little green-eyed bodies to go play in the shade.    You noticed things, that even I had missed. My smallest, ugliest details  you found funny  and often kissed.   So let this be closure to all the pain. I didn’t leave you, I loved you and   you  pushed                   me                away.

Time doesn’t exist here.  There are no clocks, no phones.  Here, beauty and smarts count for nothing.  You don’t have to be happy, in a relationship or even liked. You don’t need friends or flowers on Valentine’s Day.   In the bathroom, you are the audience and the show. What other place can you be naked and sing/dance, while being able to look at the parts of you? How they move, how they…