Friday, April 30, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 119 : ART!

Yep still sick, confined to bed, and popping antibiotics like they're um, drugs.... OK they are drugs....


So given that it's not that thrilling to talk about lying in bed reading and watching TV AGAIN - I am at the stage where while I appreciate the time to rest and recuperate, I would much rather be out living life; of course, as my gorgeous guy keeps reminds me, I need to spend this quiet time getting better so I can live life..... I know that intellectually but I am not very good at enforced stillness - I thought it would be far more fun to feature some more of the funky graffiti art in the neighbourhood.

This uber-colourful mural sits at the end of a postage stamp-sized park in one of the side streets of Erskineville, just near my apartments. I often pass it on the way to the main street of Erskineville or when I am walking to my friend Fahmi's to feed his cat. I like it because it's bright, very visual, creative, and is way better than a grey brick wall. It livens up the place and makes me feel good, and it's another example of the vibrancy and sense of creativity that make this such a wonderful suburb to live in.

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Tonight I went to see my lovely guy after his long drive back from Bathurst, and we headed out for dinner - three days in my apartment made me eager for an outing, recuperating though I am - and ended up at Jinnah's, an incredibly eccentric Pakistani restaurant in Dulwich Hill, with great food, and sweet service, but some of the most delightfully kitsch decor I have ever seen. Turns out their wedding reception decor from last time is the new decor all the time, another reason to love this restaurant's fabulously kooky look!

Thursday, April 29, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 118 : BIRDS!

Today was another day full of sleeping, spent largely in bed or on the couch, and I am hopefully one day closer to feeling much better.

One thing I did notice today was that a lot of small very cute sparrow-like birds, with bright chests glinting in the sun, like to congregate on the balcony. The photos aren't great since I was taking them into the sun and on maximum zoom but the birds are cute and are something I don't usually see as I am at work.
So there are some blessings, besides Ellen and The View, when you stay home sick....

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 117 : Sick Again...No Really...

Just when I thought I had kicked the dreaded lurgy and my immune system was bouncing back like a bouncy beach ball to full health and vigour (courtesy of sleeping most of the Anzac Day long weekend away, with the support of my wonderfully supportive, beautiful boyfriend), I crashed again, and finally got antibiotics off the doctor which hopefully will kick in sooner than later.

I arrived back home after my brief outing to the doctor and the chemist, exhausted, and spent the rest of the day sleeping and lying low in bed reading and watching TV.

The photo was sent to my boyfriend as an MMS while he worked at home to prove to him I was not up and about but had tucked myself in snug as a bug to rest the day away. (I called him Dr. Steve as he had gone to great lengths to make sure I am resting and trying to get better - he's such a sweety.)

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 116 (Tuesday 27 April 2010) : Day of the Living Cold Afflicted

Today was a very long day as I struggled to cope with my normal insane workload while trying to beat off the nigthmarishly bad cold gripping every last cell in my body. I felt like the living dead but without the urge to eat people, and a far better complexion...

Pepsi Max kept me going but I was so glad when the day ground to a shuddering halt.....

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 115 (Monday 26 April 2010) : Sleeping Through a Public Holiday

After putting together the other shell of the wardrobe, and walking up on fruitless quest to get the day's newspaper - no Guide from Monday's Herald! Kum Ba Yah! - I was incredibly tired and spent the afternoon lying in bed reading the newspaper and sleeping. Lots of sleeping while my gorgeous guy did his filing....

Yep it was really that exciting! Get me the Valium now!

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 114 (Sunday 25 April 2010) : Vacuum Cleaners, Makeshift Wardrobes and Styrofoam All in a Row

After one of those delightfully indulgent sleep ins that you only get on a long weekend - I did wake around 4.30 a.m. when the dawn services traditionally start, to steady very heavy falling rain, and admired the tenacity of those who got up early to honour those who died in the service of our country, and even more so to reflect on what we owe to those brave men and women who went to war and endured far worse than a comprehensive soaking - my beautiful guy and I spent the morning putting together the first shell of his new IKEA wardrobe. 


But first we had to vacuum (well my yummy man did anyway insisting I stay in bed and conserve my energy):

Then pull apart the makeshift wardrobe, composed of 4 moving boxes and an old mop handle (I will miss it as it was very individual and gave the room a homey look I liked):
I didn't feel fabulous, the cold still dogging my every step, but I didn't want my illness to deny Steve everything this weekend so we got the first shell all together smoothly and efficiently (my gorgeous guy is brilliant at reading instructions and following them with ease while I follow instructions reluctantly) 
.....and then left for brunch at South End in King Street with my great friends - Warren, Ian and Ingo which was lots of fun although I was exhausted afterwards and we headed back to Steve's place for a very quiet evening watching Dr Who, and some of the endless English murder mysteries the ABC seems so enamoured of (and to my irrational guilt, I think I shouldn't enjoy because they're too 'middle aged/old person' viewing for me) and ate Thai from a new place in Dulwich Hill, that while not awful is very average and I daresay will not survive long......

Friday, April 23, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 113 : Thank God Its TGIF!!!

I know, I know a common Friday sentiment voiced loudly and often by every sane citizen of 9-to-5 Land, but today is rang so loudly that I think I have tinnitus, like the kind you get after an especially loud rock concert.

My health had improved marginally but it was another long and tiring day digging into the corporate coal face, helped along by yummy honey on toast and Acai berry drink for breakfast, and the now obligatory Pepsi Max for morning tea, and so I left on the bus out to the City at 3.10 and encountered that rare beast on the train home (after a quick walk to get sushi for a much delayed lunch) - an empty train carriage (see above).


What bliss it was to arrive home at 4pm, with no peak hour crowds to contend with, get into comfy clothes, eat my sushi, and a chocolate Easter bunny, and watch two episodes of Stargate Universe, which show it developing into a very muscular hard-edged drama. 


It was just so nice to stop.
And it will be even nicer to be back in the arms of my beautiful man tonight. That's when I am really home.

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 112 (Thursday 22 April 2010) : Sick as a Dog Again

Sadly not one of those fluffy terrier-types either....


No, I ended up with a nasty body-ripping, jaws-of steel attack dog that took me from feeling like a million dollars the night before to feeling like...well I was in the jaws of a body-ripping, jaws-of....etc etc.


It made for a very, long arduous day as the workload was such that I couldn't go home, no matter I would have liked to, and I was never so glad to see a bus stop at the end of the day in my life...

The blurry image of the stop was largely due to the fact that the iPhone doesn't do movement very well (I was trying to take the photograph covertly which meant quickly and well let's just say Apple doesn't make the camera on the iPhone to handle anything above standing still like a deer in headlights) but it very nicely reflected my frazzled, exhausted, feeling weird and floaty sick state of mind...


Oh yes, and I learnt a very valuable lesson. Thought you might feel better, and I feel fabulous tonight, it doesn't mean you are better, nor does it mean you can like you're better. My extrovertive brain isn't very good at learning that lesson but it needs to start because the old days of running myself into the ground to do everything I want, no matter my state of being, are over, and I need to start being a tad more careful with this body of mine, no matter how gung-ho and superhuman I may feel.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 111 (Wednesday 21 April 2010) : Walking With Waz

I finally felt better today.

You know, not sick. Not sniffling. Not tired. Just like a healthy energetic version of me, and what a relief it was!

So to celebrate I went walking with my very good friend, Waz, last night over in Sydney Park. Well technically around the playing field twice ( which is beautifully floodlit; the park itself is in pitch darkness and the only people who go in there at night are gay men looking for the beat... and no, that's not my scene at all!) then right around the perimeter and then two more fast-paced whirls around the playing field.
Phew! I could feel the endorphins flowing for the first time in 1 1/2 weeks and went back to a nice healthy dinner and a quiet night, punctuated by phonecalls to my beautiful guy.

.............. oh and it was my Mum's 70th birthday today! Happy Birthday Mum!!! Love you lots.
My mum with her 97 year old young mother (my fun loving Nanna)

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 110 : Volcanos.... and Nice Bite to Eat...of BBQ?

Just to be clear - I think Icelanders are lovely wonderful people with a fabulously inventive culture that has given birth to the delightful kookines of Bjork, and the stunnung beauty of Sigur Ros, and Jonsi. But their volcanos ....now they are clearly another matter altogether, and the eruption of the unpronouncable volcano in Iceland has stranded a number of my friends in London (which when you think about it is a great place to be stranded!) and reduced one friend to a Planes Trains and Automobiles rush across the UK to Brest in France to get a yacht back to Ireland.

So interesting days..... oh, and the cartoon is just silly and funny.... I figured a quirky laugh in the middle of an aviation crisis is not a bad thing.....

Monday, April 19, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 109 (Monday 19 April 2010) : The Ins and Outs of Coming Out

Today Daniel Kowalski, a swimming great, who was a contemporary of Kieren Perkins when he owned the 1500m swimming event, and possibly his greatest rival, came out as a gay man through the following article in The Age (my thoughts to follow):

Jumping in the Deep End

Behind the Olympic glory, one of our swimming greats was drowning.



It is hard to know where to start. Considering my sexuality and grappling with it has consumed my thoughts for so long, I figured it would be easy to put pen to paper and write about it, though as I have found out, it is not easy at all.


Being a gay man with a foot half in and out of the closet is tough; the games it plays with your mind - and more importantly, your heart - are hard to put into words but I am going to try my best.


I finally accepted my sexuality at the end of 2006 following a huge anxiety attack at work. After what were literally years of torment, denial and very, very dark times, I couldn't live a lie to myself any more.


You often read that when people came out they had felt depressed or had suicidal tendencies. I, like them, experienced all of the extremes, but mostly it was the loneliness that was the hardest part of being gay - and still is.


The number of times I have sat on the couch or lain in bed bawling my eyes out, scared and fearful of the future, are too many to mention. I know that people, regardless of their sexuality, experience this feeling, but stupidly in my mind I honestly felt that there was nowhere to go.


I am not sure if being an elite athlete and the values you are supposed to live by compounded this, but it definitely didn't help the situation.


My family, close friends and, of late, my current work colleagues have been very supportive. These people, possibly already suspecting ''what team I batted for'', were always protective. Their protection became even more apparent in social situations where I would notice them deflect negative comments away from me once I had actually told them I was gay.


Regardless of this unconditional support, though, the feeling of isolation is still extremely difficult to deal with. Quite often you don't know where to turn or who to talk to and who to trust.


Growing up in sport and subsequently working in it has made the whole acceptance of who I am extremely difficult for many reasons, but most of all for feeling as though there was nobody there to help me through. I am aware there are phone numbers you can call for advice and support, but it was so hard because there seemed to be a lack of accessible role models who were also elite athletes.

I often think that if I had had people to look up to, to read about, who were elite athletes and were easily accessible - people who had lived some of my experiences as an athlete - then it would have helped the situation. It would have made it easier. But having lived it, I do understand why so few elite athletes have come out. In Australia, there have been Ian Roberts and more recently Matthew Mitcham.


Speculation, gossip, rumour and innuendo are common practice; we all do it, I know I have been guilty of it. Living the lie and deflecting the innuendo grows tiring. It is emotionally exhausting and it flat out hurts no matter how hard you try to block it out. I would be extremely well off if someone gave me 10 cents every time I heard the comment ''don't listen to it''. But, like the gossiping itself, it is almost impossible not to.


This year, more than I can remember in recent times, it seems as though there have been an influx of coming-out stories or gay points of conversation. For the people coming out it is no doubt a courageous step and I truly admire them and am inspired by their stories.


Being a gay man and wanting to talk about it is not just about being more comfortable with who I am but also a reflection of the world we live in. It is 2010 and while there is still a long way to go, there is no question the world is a little more accepting of homosexuality.


I recently read in The Sunday Age (''Stars of the AFL come out for gays'', 11/4) that the AFL, perceived as one of the last bastions of masculinity and homophobia, through its players association was taking a stance to stamp out homophobia by featuring some of its players in a series of campaigns.


This is a huge step and as a gay man something I am extremely appreciative of because at the end of the day this support, and in turn education, is what is needed.


As an elite athlete and career education adviser, day to day I work with athletes promoting balance in their lives and being true to themselves. I can't help but feel like a hypocrite when I haven't been doing it myself.


They inspire me to be a better person and I have worked so hard for their respect.


My only fear in writing this is I truly hope my relationships don't change and that they, like their AFL counterparts, can lead the way in helping to break down barriers.


It has been said, and will continue to be said, that even if you don't think you know a gay person, chances are you do.


Try to put yourself in that person's shoes. Imagine feeling as though you have nobody, being alone and feeling that you don't have anywhere to turn. You may not respect, understand or agree with their sexual orientation, but I hope you can find it in your heart to understand that they may, like so many people, feel a terrible loneliness.


Despite the dark, fearful and lonely times, being able to write this fills me with a sense of freedom, pride and relief. There truly is a genuine sense that everything will be OK.


I wrestled for a long, long time wondering whether being gay made me a bad person, but I can no longer fight who I am and that, simply put, is just me. Daniel Kowalski.


Melbourne-based Daniel Kowalski is a former elite swimmer who has won four Olympic medals for Australia. He now works as an athlete career education adviser.

.....obviously having come out myself from a very sheltered Christian background - my Dad was a Baptist pastor till he retired - I shared many of the same struggles Daniel describes, and I can readily identify with the sense of loathing he describes, and loneliness, which mostly stems from the fact that you feel like you are experiencing something no one else you know is. You know intellectually that many other gay man have gone through the same process at one point or another, but when it is you in the spotlight, wondering how on earth you deal with an issue that wasn't supposed to be part of your life - I didn't even know what gay was till I was 18! - it can be enornously isolating and you feel very much like the only one who has ever felt like this.

I didn't feel I could tell anyone, save for the people at work who I told when I admitted I was "struggling" (great Christian jargon) with my sexuality, and the sense I had that I was dirty, polluted, and completely cut off from the cosy hetero world I had believed I would inevitably be a part of, became too much to bear at times. Of course, this was all largely swept away by some great counselling I received - at the hands of a Christian counsellor who, despite his best loving efforts to get me to be straight, helped me to see I was better off by far by stopping the fighting and just being me - which led to me coming out, and a sense of freedom and liberation that has not dimmed but grown as I finally embrace who I am.

Good on you Daniel. The journey can be fraught it's true but it's so worth it and you will only grow and come alive from this point on.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

365 Pink Feather Boas All in a Row - Day 108 (Sunday 18 April 2010) : Its Raining and My Tambourine is Wet

Off to Eagle Heights (where the hotel is) and Mt Tambourine in the Gold Coast hinterland, a place where mum went quite a bit when she was younger, and where we often went as a family on holidays for an exploration of the cute towns, fun shops and for some yummy pies.

But it poured raining so we ended up getting just the pies, had the good fortune of finding a very large picnic area under cover, and sang mum Happy Birthday for her 70th while we ate a delicious cake.

It may not have gone to plan but it was a wonderful day, and on the way to the airport, Helen, Rachel Zara, Steve and I stopped off at Cavill Mall for a wander around.





















































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