I agree that it's time to drop to drop the predatory trope, however, I'm always hesitant in anything that pull us back to consider society in renewed, reformed binary.

For many the depiction of a human, semi-naked posing with a military weapon in a bunker complete with ordinance in backdrop would beg the question as whether the subject had been lost amongst a glorification of war, a figure trapped in an apocalyptic fornication.

Another pearl of wisdom from left of field which as with everything in life presents itself when we least expect it... to learn from.

Where does the time go? To live my life, be happy and die happy. That my four amazing children and their children achieve the same would be a dream come true. To be with a partner who loves me respectfully, lets me grow, treats me well, respects the differences between us and expresses gratitude.

Whilst looking through an old photo album tonight I came across a bunch of negatives and old developed photos from 1982.

I love digging around through hard drives crammed with things forgotten. For some reason or other in 2004 over a three hour period I recall sitting in the St. Vincents Town Council library after drinking a very strong coffee in Leederville, Perth Western Australia and writing three short stories

I got out of the car and wept. Soft tears that fell from my cheeks causing me to need to wipe them, take a deep breath and readjust my temperament before I walked in and paid rent this morning at the real estate office.

I live it like this. For as long as I can recall I have loved many people. I love my Children. I love my Mother and Father. I love my Brother, Sister, Cousins, Aunties, Uncles Brother-in-laws, Sister, In Laws and so on.

Strangely, this chapter does not have a locked position unlike other chapters in my life story. For as long as I can recall I have suffered from depression in a number of manifestations of which I will lightly touch on to give you, the reader, the sense of what it means for me to have depression.

Encouraged by one individual, one incredible soul, a long time friend with her own deep experiences of loss, I now write on the topic of loss and grieving.

Since I was very young I noticed people around me had pictures drawn on their bodies. I noticed the trash collectors had tattoos on their forearms, legs.

It is 11:42 PM and I should be asleep. This one keeps coming back to me - wave after wave, feels like I'm drowning, pulling against the stream etc.

Soul deep, in our lives through lines etched round eyes, paths appear before us and we find our steps in unison as kindred. Through breath, hearing not listening, seeing not looking. A two-world feeling, surreal, mindful, as lovers we walk long walk, speak long speak, journey long journey.

I choose to live my life by one accord - Libre D’être. Free to be. Stand free. Free to be me.

Some say 'wrong' is not a word but until I find something to replace it with easily it will remain. A bit like saying anger is a useless and pointless emotion, where forgiveness quells the soul and then brings on the saint.

After about of severe depression brought on by a broken shoulder, twenty-four (2) Endone tablets, and as many bottles of wine I set out to reclaim my brain creative.

For a brief period of time I was afforded a reality which was exciting, rewarding, safe and happy as I house shared with my boss, rallying the VET sector to engage with the Internet and occasionally myself creating art work amongst it all.