So why is it that online dating platforms give their users the option to choose everything and anything including ‘single’ ? Here is how it seems for me.

We are happy to confirm for you that we have fallen in love, are in a relationship, settling down which allows you to now be happy for yourselves, to feel secure and confident that the status quo has been maintained, as required and as you need it.

Imagine a world where in pairing up with a cracker who are genetically designed and mate like dolphins where there is a definite season in which body parts turn blue and a mating ritual where the female chooses up to 4 'fathers' and the babies raised with the help of the whole tribe

At the end of the last century, to the crashing of the Twin Towers, the onset of the Internet and the dawn of the smart phone I began my Creative Doctorate at Curtin University, Perth, Western Australia.

I dont give a fuck whether you think the word 'fuck' is over used or not part of your common everyday vernacular.

If, for just one minute, we were to extract ourselves from the everyday hum drum and bustle of the weekly grind, to step out of the shadows underneath the willow tree of holy matrimony, to open our mind to positive possibility of love and goodwill that extends in all manner of forms.

This was originally titled - " The Problem With (Traditional) Relationships." So....a quick article before I get headlong into the PhD writing for today. I'd like to mix two things today amidst the moralist overtones of the messaging I received this morning on Facebook.

I describe my own state of dissatisfaction as the way I had lived my life in a perpetual (and somewhat destructive) state of careening... from one monogamous relationship to another.

Today I was involved in a conversation with Magali that was far ranging, talking of our origins, lineage and cultural experiences that in some way shape our destiny and identity.

Tumblr seems to be THE place to be when it comes time to experience and contribute to one of the most groundbreaking and challenging areas of human expression.

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.