Condemned Love

A poem regarding Izzy Folau's Instragram post and the debates that came to surface regarding religion and homosexuality. As a Queer person with religious backgrounds, it's quite conflicting to hear the arguments that imposes on my identity. I respect religion, all aspects of it, but it is hard to be religious when it tells you, that... Continue Reading →

Love, Me.

After watching the very cute, and very wholesome movie that is 'Love, Simon', it transported me back in time to re-live my journey towards coming out. There was the whole process of internalising homophobia, the various attempts to put on my best hetero mask, and most of all, the tiresome dialogues of objectifying women that... Continue Reading →

Why coming out wasn’t easy.

I've never actually spoken about how I came out. As a matter of fact, I still haven't fully come out to everyone. A lot of people knew just simply out of gossip, others knew when I stopped hiding and was just open about it on social media (except Facebook) and some, to this day, still... Continue Reading →

Trademarking my Mother Tongue?

In St Petersburg, Florida, a man named Ross Kashtan, also owner of Bula Kafe, has decided to trademark the work 'Bula', which has left many Fijians angry at this business decision. For those who do not know where the word Bula comes from, well, to put it simply, it's Fijian. However, it is more than just... Continue Reading →

3 things I learned from ‘BlacKkKlansman’

In Spike Lee's new movie 'BlacKkKlansman', the movie follows an eager black officer, who in attempt to prove himself worthy, goes undercover as a KKK member. Based on a 'true story', inspired by Ron Stallworth's memoir 'Black Klansman', Stallworth fools KKK leader, David Duke, into thinking he's a white man who is all up for... Continue Reading →

Dear White People,

Why navigating your white comfort through racism is getting tiring... Recently I posted an article about this white woman telling her experience of being married to a Fijian person and how him and his son have experienced a disgustingly large amount of racist hate crimes. In the midst of me sharing this post, I attached... Continue Reading →

Return me visible…

As a child I dreamt of having super powers, My steps sprung fast as I zoomed passed the underlying truth within, not knowing that who I was, was someone great, but they told me otherwise. As I grew, I noticed my power beginning to form. Their whispers about the softness of my touch, Their gossip... Continue Reading →

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