Re-post of Publication written for On Dit: If they can’t say no, they can’t consent.


This piece was written for publication by Adelaide University student publication On Dit Issue 85.1, read the whole edition here


This is *hopefully* going to be a part of an ongoing series, talking to the wonderful creatives that reside in Adelaide, and South Australia. The idea is that i want to have an excuse to talk about art to amazing humans and practise my film-making at the same time.

Retracing my roots

Retracing my roots


Writing is something that I have always been passionate about, and have enjoyed the creative process of.

Writing letters to friends in classes that weren’t particularly stimulating, while taking that long ride on that four hour bus ride to and from the Riverland. Or now when I’m up in the air, phone in flight mode, quiet and uncontactable; in that big metal bird flying across states.

Scratching down notes in the morning in a journal, splashing instant coffee from the steaming cup I’m using to prop myself up for the day. Or writing through the night, in a way that felt like pacing through memories or experiences, trying to figure things out or to remember, room illuminated by soft warm lights.

In shredded exercise books, that soft a4 book, with comforting blue lines guiding the words through the pages. Littered with cheeky words to friends, doodles of flowers, hearts and diamonds. Working through creative developments, using giant spaces, halls, classrooms, with paper everywhere like giant oversized pieces of confetti. To eventually build narratives for scripts, playing together to create theatre, boldly and fearless.

Feeling that pure glow that comes from feeling proud of just making something.

All without the learnt habit of being incredulously harsh on yourself with that internal monologue. Sans the value judgements of ‘is this really cringey?’. ‘everything i make is awful so why bother’. ‘i won’t be able to look back and be embarrassed by this, because I’m embarrassed right now, and no one should ever look at this ever again’.

Looking back, there is so much comfort in that nostalgia in being creative and collaborating. Unapologetically inspired by other people, so beautifully earnest and forthcoming about that. And i really, really miss that.

Most of what I have been writing recently are essays, journals, social media posts, zines that i write on my phone and share with no one. Or performance poetry that is shared in small rooms, with so much safety in that. But I want to again, step outside my comfort zones and back into the arena of vulnerability (any Brene Brown fans out there?).

Its so refreshing to make something, with no real idea of what exactly its going to be beforehand, and then deeming it good enough to be shared, in that raw vulnerable state. Or to reject completely that scale of what ‘good enough’ is, or to completely protest ‘good enough’ by creating and intentionally sharing things that would not be seen as ‘good enough’. Over edited, under edited, experimental, raw, mistakes, spelling errors, and grammatically incorrect. And all of the political discourse is likely there, to show that ‘good enough’ is a ableist construct upheld by other, or internalised and self policed.

Its so wonderful to embrace being a rookie and being imperfect, and understanding that its totally ok to enjoy the learning curve of cultivating your own craft. Especially when instantaneous success is so unnatural. To be good at something thats practise, so it makes sense that being brave, also needs practise. Its such a disservice to yourself to not allow yourself self expression, due to real or imagined critical voices who’s interests are tearing you down.

We are all worthy of making our own creative safe spaces, where we can be seen, to allow ourselves, our lives and our work to be witnessed.

So here we are again. Lets go.

#StartUpAdelaide: day 1

Pre-start up beginnings, upstairs preping while people were registering, and eating hotdogs

My weekend is pretty much going to be filled up running around with the social media crew for #StartUpADL. And what exactly is StartUp Adelaide you may be wondering…

Startup Weekend is a global grassroots movement of active and empowered entrepreneurs who are learning the basics of founding startups and launching successful ventures. It is the largest community of passionate entrepreneurs with over 400 past events in 100 countries around the world in 2011.

In Adelaide we’re about to see our fourth Startup Weekend, and this time round its happening at The Hawke Building, UniSA City West, 57 North Terrace in Adelaide from Friday (today) November 29th to Sunday 1st of December.


This is the hashtag that will be covering the event for the weekend, if you’re curious take a look.

All Startup Weekend events follow the same basic model: anyone is welcome to pitch their startup idea and receive feedback from their peers. Teams organically form around the top ideas (as determined by popular vote) and then it’s a 54 hour frenzy of business model creation, coding, designing, and market validation. The weekends culminate with presentations in front of local entrepreneurial leaders with another opportunity for critical feedback.

I’ve made it, professional tweeter. My role in all of this is basically cruising around the with the social media crew, interviewing, filming, taking photos, tweeting etc.

An ocean of potential in the sea of people: movers and shakers, creatives, white collar business types, marketers, techies, nerds, hipsters, people with ideas

putting myself in the shoes of someone going for the 1 minute pitch, x marks the spot right?

The Piecast: LIVE 2.0



Above the beautiful Brendan Maclean and myself. I kissed him on the beard, because he wanted a smear of my blue lipstick on him. Some people would say that I blue him, thats right folks you heard it here first. I blue Brendan.

As stated previously on my blog, I was invited to be apart of this live podcast and I was stoked. I got to snuggle with Brendan while eating pies, told a whole bunch of people about Operation Ponytail, which involved a photo campaign and making a fake grindr account in order to find Mark a man.

You can listen to the podcast on The Piecast’s website.

From Mark’s website

I don’t think there are any words that I can use to tell you how much fun this episode was to make. There were surprises I wasn’t expecting, guests that left me absolutely dumbstruck (starstruck?), and some sharp hilarity from all of my guests. I have to say that they did most of the work for me, being far more entertaining in front of a crowd than they have any right to be. I’m proud of them. And I suppose I’m proud of this episode. Is it wrong to be proud of an episode that is largely down to the guests? I say no.
I also threw out five pies in preparation for this episode – strawboffee, peachoffee (both pies made in the tradition of the episode 45 banoffee pie), mint chocolate mud pie (swamp pie?), blueberry pie and pumpkin pie. It was a lot of work making them, and I am definitely proud of myself for having them all available to my guests, both money paying and comedy spraying.
A little about each of the guests is necessary, I suppose:
Shaylee Leach is a local twitter personality, regular radio host, and aspiring comedian who I very much admire for many things. She’s been on the podcast before, and will continue to be a regular because she’s good in audio form.
Brendan Maclean is a musician, actor, dancer, comedian and Q&A twitterati. I like his music quite a lot and would recommend you go listen to his stuff, and buy his album when it drops. Seriously, Winner is a fucking great single. Not even joking. Go download it now. Google his bandcamp. Seriously. I may be a little smitten.
Geraldine Hickey is an all round lovely person and absolutely hilarious dead pan comedian. If my older brother was a female lesbian comedian he would be Geraldine Hickey – and for that I love her. She also made my very first Feast festival (last year) an incredibly enjoyable experience.