About us

Why care about me? I live with my mum, have no job, no car, I’m a wannabe sub, not as entertaining as Carey

Regardless, they’ve bought every house in the St, converted my sister, film everything I say and do, even as I sleep, as if it were all a fake set in a movie

I’m beginning to think it’s bigger than schizophrenia, than lezphobia, Melbourne, a huge machine against me, and replicating,

Does none wonder why people tell me I’m making my love up, an inflating bubble inside my head, give up?

So no, I’m not mad, why not?

I’m not hurting anyone, in a split second, a nobody in love called a liar by everyone in town, the buzz

Why go to such a length to say they believe I’m not gay, why believe it in the first place, who exactly are they, why even say

How much wealth have they, but at home hurting none, they knew we would both be set up?

And then all turned around onto the woman I love, and she gets blamed

And in a split second, everyone’s saying she’s one of the tens of thousands who hate,

And give her a fate worse than death, ostracised from the gay scene

And set me and you up, and you opposed to your own love, they try make you hate?

Do you not realise you cannot trust people the same?

Trust your own light, my guide I’ll guide, my sorrow I’ll fight, tho people would have me oppose my other half

Girll, you’re my soul’s satellite

Because I cannot not love you, and under your special light is revealed my soul

Because I cannot stop loving you, and all the light of my poetry is spoken to you who resolves my questions untold