Hakuna Matata – The GOLDen Age
I haven’t been feeling too well this week, as I had a lupus* flare up a few days ago and just needed to lay low. Social media has taken a back seat and my normal sleep hours have multiplied by two-fold in the last 48 hours. You know how thoughts pop in and out of […]
All I Want for Christmas is…
I’m writing to you from Malta this week, where there are over 300 churches on this little sun-kissed island. It certainly gives Ireland a run for its money. The bells are tolling clearly every hour, and as I sit in this shaded garden at dusk, the crickets are also serenading me with their song. There’s something […]
Butter wouldn’t melt…
I had a dream last night that I was churning butter in a giant old-fashioned barrel. I was sleeping next to my girlfriend, in a double bed at my mother’s apartment in Raheny. I say ‘double’ because in Ireland, that is the smallest DOUBLE bed there is. It goes: single, double, queen, king, super-king. It’s […]
Ille-Gay-ly Homosexual – The Finale
It was 1990 and I was almost 19 years old. I had no choice but to agree to give Stacey a squash lesson. I was absolutely shitting myself to be alone with her, fearing that my secret would be revealed. I was petrified to be exposed. There was a balcony above the court where everyone […]
Ille-Gay-ly Homosexual – The saga continues down under…
Ille-Gay-ly Homosexual – Part Three Imagine having spent the guts of 10 years hiding in my own little closet, sheltered by the arms of the catholic church, and now about to break free. My squash game was improving more and more. I was invited to travel with the Irish Senior National Team to Australia for […]
Ille-Gay-ly Homosexual – Part Two
France, 1986. I didn’t get my miracle. No surprise there… Upon arriving in Lourdes with all the other ladies from St. Anne’s parish – at age 15, it seemed as if everyone was in their late 60’s and 70’s, but I’m sure they were much younger. Maybe even 50! Which is where I am now. […]
Ille-Gay-ly Homosexual – Part One
PART ONE As it’s Pride month, I thought it’d be fitting to write about my experience coming out of the closet in 1992. At the time in Ireland, it was illegal to be homosexual. There’s not enough space in this blog-post to discuss my catholic upbringing. You’ll have to wait for my autobiography for that! […]