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Talking Frankly is about everything from housework to human rights. It is a mixture of observation, commentary and opinions.

It also contains a lot of profanity along with the humanity.  And please don’t steal my work.  Somebody invariably dobs you in and it gets messy.

Enjoy! 

 

How to be a …..

How to be a …..

I'm putting a huge part of the writing world out of a job here but things are pretty simple.  If you want to be something, you generally have to do something.If you want to be a triathlete. Do a triathlon.If you want to be a runner. Run.If you want to be a...

Remember.

Remember.

I agree with Clive Palmer. I know. Who would have thunked it?Remembrance Day is not a day for politicking. There should be no turning our backs on politicians or any such bollocks.Remembrance Day is bigger than that.At the heart of it - War is two groups of people...

sex vs Sex vs SEX

sex vs Sex vs SEX

IThe papers are full of information at the moment about how other people are having sex or not having sex and where they are doing it and how they are doing it and what colour is the best colour to do the sex in and with how many people and to avoid what cancers.I had...

Home invasion

Home invasion

Did you get a picture she asks cheekily?It was a home invasion my friend, not a fucking date.It sounds bad and my friends it was worse.  I work from home and here I was sitting at my computer tippetty tappettying on my keyboard because I'm good like that, when I...

This sibling love thing is NOT working out for Mama

This sibling love thing is NOT working out for Mama

If I didn't have full confidence in the extremely good nature of my four year old Tully, I'd be pretty convinced at the moment my daughters are trying to get me publicly named and shamed as "Meanest Mum Ever".Imagine that you're doing the patient but firm piece on...

My dream for “them gay friends of mine”

My dream for “them gay friends of mine”

Dear "Them Gay Friends of Mine"As a result of a video brought to my attention by Facebook and their algorithms which assess my interests, our sexuality and the wider world's incessant obsession with dog memes, and then deliver highly targeted content to my feed, I...

Tasmania – Dudes. Really?

Tasmania – Dudes. Really?

I have a couple of friends who have recently moved to Tasmania and have since started a fairly insistent campaign that we all abandon life in Sydney and follow them to the wee town of Hobart. Parts of it sound lovely.  The cost of rent, the sparkling bays, the...

Ten tips to be as awesome as us!

Ten tips to be as awesome as us!

You know something people - I just had a huge weekend that followed an epic couple of weeks.  This weekend just gone, a merry band of volunteers that I am part of pulled off a freakin' ace event, I got to celebrate the engagement of a really fabulous couple, my...

Wanted: Lesbian Step-Mum Support Group

Wanted: Lesbian Step-Mum Support Group

If you're living life in the mainstream, there are support groups for pretty much anything.  Like anything.Live in Hobart and have children?  There's a group! Single Mum in Cambodia that only speaks Dutch? There's a group!Monster truck fanatics in Malaysia?...

An open letter to Russell Brand

An open letter to Russell Brand

Dear Russell BrandI am a fan.  Particularly of your vocabulary.  And I envy your ability to articulate ideas and concepts using words that flesh out the meaning of each sentence, so that you can literally roll the idea around in your mouth and taste it's...

Vaguebookers Verboten

Vaguebookers Verboten

"FML""Why do bad things happen to good people?""Worst day ever""And there ends another chapter. Will I ever learn?""OMG - the best. So spoilt. So loved."If any of these statements make you want to reach into the computer and punch it in the throat you're not alone....

Owning my depression – World Mental Health Day

Owning my depression – World Mental Health Day

A couple of months ago, I cried for almost five days straight.  I cried.  And cried. And cried.  In the morning, during the day as I sat at my computer, through the evening TV and into the night.  I cried. On about day 2, I thought I'd try and talk...