Australia is far. Considering where I'm from, it's literally one of the furthest places you can travel. The first thing people ask me about when I tell them I live in Australia is the flight, and there's no sugar coating this people... it sucks. I've flown an array of routes, via LA via Tahiti via South Korea etc. It's insanely long and airlines rip you off in ways you can't imagine. This is where you need to consider what you'll find there......
Before I get into a summary of weekend events it needs to be said that no one parties like my gay family gets down... throw some drag queens in the mix and it just gets that much more hectic. Take my Saturday night as an example, I was lucky to attend my girl Essence's birthday bash. Essence had two other performers in tow, like the one there on the right... Two further things to note about the photo to support my claim... 1. The cracked mirror....
Yesterday was the one month anniversary of bouncing out of my well-paying yet ineffably inappropriate place of employment... here are some shots from the day to briefly re-cap... First I woke up and took some photos to record how happy I was about making the decision to be out, then when I got home a few hours later I spent the rest of the day tending to much more productive tasks, like playing ball with the puppies. After I quit I immediately...
This morning as I settled into the hunched-over-laptop pose that I form seven or eight hours a day, Mom says 'Gretchen, lots of people want to be writers. Too many people, that's why only some people actually get to do it.' Maybe that's true... but I'd like to hear about how hard people are willing to bust their ass to make it happen. And let's face it, it isn't really the sort of thing with a million doors open and employers saying, 'Creative...
I love living in Australia. It's a laid back lifestyle, four weeks of vacation on top of public holidays is standard... the people are cool for the most part (let's face it there are going be a few scaries anywhere you go)... and if you can afford to live on the coast (which naturally I can't), I don't see why you'd ever leave your neighborhood - except to go to New York City, of course. Since I was raised in a family of seven my mother...