![I remember the call like it was yesterday. It was just after dinner one night when my mate called to ask me how I was going. But not the usual ‘how are you going?’ He asked me how I was really going, he digged a little deeper to really get it out of me. From [...]](http://softenthefckup.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/HDYHATC-252x109.jpg "How do you have a tough conversation?")
I remember the call like it was yesterday. It was just after dinner one night when my mate called to ask me how I was going. But not ...
![“I did not come out until the age of 23 and even then it was a very slow, nervous and calculated process. I was worried what the world would think – would I be turned into a second class citizen, does it make me less legitimate and credible and does it make me less of [...]](http://softenthefckup.com.au/wp-content/uploads/2012/07/Ourchildrenarelistening-252x109.jpg "Our children are listening")
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How do you have a tough conversation?
I remember the call like it was yesterday. It was just after dinner one night when my mate called to ask me how I was going. But not the usual 'how are you going?' He asked me how I was really going, he digged a little deeper to really get it out of me. From a distance I probably come across as a pretty ordinary Australian bloke who's had it pretty good. Finished uni, has a good job, a good set of mates, plays sport, I think you get my point. But the one thing that I have in common with every other Australian male out there is that at some stage in our lives we will all go through a tough time. I was going through a stage in my life where a combination of family issues, relationship pressures and the fact that some ...
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When I think of my childhood
When I think of my childhood, specifically the days spent at pre-school and kindergarten I’m greeted with only a smattering of memories. It’s amazing that a place I spent so much time in, a place that included finger painting and my first crush, Gabrielle, has been almost wiped clean from my consciousness. All that’s left is a few bits of caked on memory: like the dried detritus you find clinging to the middle of your plate after spaghetti night. Pirate day. That was fun. I had a plastic sword, a striped shirt and an eye patch that, while awesome, meant I quickly learnt the pain of a lack of depth perception. Clowns. I’m actually a little afraid of clowns, all told. They kind of freak me out. One of my most distinct ...