I was born into a family of 8 children. A first generation Australian.

At age 7 I tried to cut a rubber ball in half with an axe and nearly chopped off my nose.

Around 12, my parents separated and the world changed forever.

By 15, I realised I was “different” but I never gave it a name.

During my late teens I studied chemistry at university, whilst I watched those around
me fall in love.

At 21, I graduated with honours in science and finally kissed for the first time;
we would spend the next 7 years together.

By my mid 30s I found a new sense of place with family and friends and was ready to
start all over again.

Now in my 40s I still don’t tell everyone and sometimes get nervous asking for a
double bed at a hotel counter with my partner.

This is not another “coming out” story. It’s about living between invisibility and
ostentation. My individual truth.

Discover what may break my bones and things that can never hurt me.