It's probably just the lighting, but this is actually a whole fresh barramundi.

I had it flown in at your expense.

Because I don't care about domestic violence and the women who are killed every week.

…rlds-biggest-dinner-party.raisely.com/sewerratscommu… #worlds-biggest-dinner-party via @raisely I know it looks like the wonderful food I let them serve in aged care.

But it's actually what women and children eat when they're homeless, or living in a car.

At least they're not all being met with bullets.

Just bashed and abused and raped by the man they trust the most.

We're having a dinner party and you’re all invited.

It's being held right here on Twitter, tonight at 7 pm.

Best of all, you don’t even need to get outta your pyjamas (or stay sober). Together with SafeHaven, we’re holding the World’s Biggest Cyber-Dinner Party.

And we wanna see photos of whatever you’re eating.

As they say: Build bigger tables, not higher walls.

And in our house here, the dinner table is infinite.

I was sitting at a bar the other day, minding my own business.

A bloke walked up and sat down beside me.

He introduced himself as Twitter and asked if I wanted to join him.

Not wishing to appear rude, I said sure.

He was handsome, groomed, and rather well-tailored. Being hopeless at small talk, I asked him about work (the sun was shining so the discussion of weather was brief).

He smiled and said, "Come outside and I'll show you what I do."

Curious more than interested, I followed.

I was sitting in a bar the other day, minding not to glutton the alcohol.

A bloke walked up and got right into my personal space.

He introduced himself as Social Media and asked if he could join me.

Not wishing to appear rude, I said sure. He was handsome, groomed, and rather well tailored.

Being hopeless at small talk, I asked him about work (the sun was shining so the discussion of weather was brief).

He smiled and said come outside and I'll show you what I do.

A Lockdown Story, from a different perspective.

A decade ago I was a high-functioning alcoholic, a lifestyle that often ends badly.

I found moderation impossible, leaving abstinence as the only solution, so committed to a three-month lockdown in a rehabilitation facility. It was fucked, but saved my life.

Anyway, I wrote a reflection on the journey inside.

I find transposing a thought to the written word provides clarity: thoughts are fleeting, jumbled, and truncated. A sentence, however, is permanent and precise.

At least, that's the theory.

First they illegally imprisoned asylum seekers.

Then they tried to illegally imprison Australians.

And if you don't recognise an authoritarian police state, you really haven't been paying attention.

One more time for those in denial: the 14 points of Fascism. 1. Powerful and Continuing Nationalism.

The usual bullshit: patriotism, flag waving, beer drinking, a dickheaded prime minister wearing the national flag upsidedown as a mask, promoting nonexistent Australian Values, blah blah blah.

Fuck being a Quiet (submissive) Australian.

ALL MEN LOVE FEMINISM.

Okay, that’s the attention-seeking part done, so any blokes about to object can keep scrolling down.

This question on feminism was originally For Women Only, but in a salute to equality, if any men wanna contribute, your thoughts would be appreciated. I consider the word FEMINISM a verbal hand grenade, but I’m also often wrong.

So why raise such a divisive subject? I’m glad you asked.

Here’s the reason: I have graciously been given the opportunity to contribute to a book entitled Feminism for Men.

AUSTRALIA IS BECOMING A FASCIST COUNTRY.

In fact, we’re more than halfway there.

If you disagree, the following 14 Points of Fascism are a standard guide to the warning signs.

They are abridged, but the point is made, and please feel free to contribute your own examples. 1. Powerful and Continuing Nationalism

Fascist regimes make constant use of slogans, symbols, and other paraphernalia. Flags are seen everywhere, as are flag symbols on clothing (like stickpins).

"How good is Australia?" says the Slogan Bogan, eating a pie, drinking a beer.

I was sitting in a bar the other day, minding not to glutton the alcohol - moderation is fine, as porn will attest. A woman walked up and moved right into my personal space.
She introduced herself as Twitter and asked if she could join me.
Not wishing to appear rude, I said sure. She was not unattractive, and obviously new to town: I know everyone's face, if not their actual nature.
Conversation not being my forte, I asked her about work.
She smiled and said come outside and I'll show you what I do for a living.
Curious more than interested, I Followed.