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  • 148. The middle of the middle

    148. The middle of the middle

    There’s a particular kind of humility that comes from being assigned seat 28E. The middle. The mathematical centre of other people’s discomfort, for thirteen hours, from Los Angeles to Aotearoa. To my right: a woman whose body had simply outgrown the architecture around it (and the bones buried within it). Her flesh pressed warmly against…

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  • 82. Accidental aerobics

    I’d seen an exercise class at the end of the jetty late yesterday afternoon, and it looked pretty idyllic. There were about ten people and they were on their bums and their arms were stretched to the gods.  That looks like a bit of me I thought. So I rocked up at 5 today, joining…

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  • 81. Being grateful.

    I chose Moorea for Cody and I to settle for a while, as I had heard Bora Bora was permanently awash with honeymooners. I thought there’d be more likelihood of Mr Sociability hooking up with other school holidayers his age on the big island. (Correction: don’t say hooking up Mum, that means, like, get with,…

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  • 80. Man overboard?

    She’s parked in front of our bungalow, a solo chick on a tandem kayak, just floating and bobbing and staring out to sea.   I love this kind of shit. I love this kind of shit because I enjoy a good supposition. I wonder what’s going on for her to be draping her kayak with melancholy…

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  • 79. Practicing my french.

    So I am in Tahiti. It was chosen as a destination because I’ve been learning French this last term, and I want to practice with humans. My laptop doesn’t flirt back.  Five hours in the air seems like a perfectly reasonable investment to be able to do this.  This is especially reasonable compared to 23…

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  • 78. The body bit back.

    So we wrapped up our time at Gwinganna in champion style. My friend Megan’s vessel performed beautifully for her, through boxing and drum classes, through mountain runs and bosu ball balancing, through all manner of ridiculous aquatic activities. She threw herself at the lot of it. I was highly impressed. Then suddenly it was done and…

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  • 77. Learning to love my sex.

    “I called to Naluna to run but she laughed and drew a dagger–she was a man’s woman, that girl!” – Robert E. Howard, The Voice of El-Lil   I have been one of those girls, a man’s woman, for as long as I can remember. I have always felt more comfortable around men. Always.  Because…

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