NSW Budget is a disaster for public housing

NSW has a state budget that’s the envy of the Western World, the government tells us. What budget disaster? Well a budget blow out happens when too much money has been taken and not enough spent. That's not a success, that's greed (and funny how conservatives, those advocates of small government, love to hoard public money in surpluses).

Oh the government has plans to spend the money:

 But what about those in desperate need of public housing? There are 60,000 current applications awaiting public housing in NSW. With little investment in new housing, what does that look like?

 The emergency waiting list for public housing in NSW in most places in 2-5 years. Emergencies – that’s people sleeping in their cars, couch surfing, people escaping domestic violence, families living in cramped motel rooms. Just getting on the emergency waiting list can take several months. You must prove urgent need you cannot meet in the private market and a need to live in the area you apply for – kid…

Bed Time

"Goodnight Nico"

"Goodnight brain. I hope you'll let me get a good night's sleep without too much bother."

"I will but - Nico. There's just one thing."

"This better be quick. What is it, brain?"

"Well, do you remember how your younger sister was massively into the band Hanson during the brief but eventful peak of their musical career?"


"And you know how you can for some reason remember the names of all the siblings in the Hanson family, even though you can barely remember the names of anyone you went to high school with?"


"Well, you know how the family had another baby in 1997?"


"And you remember your sister telling you about how Hanson announced at a concert she was named Zoe?"


"Well, Zoe Hanson would be 20 now"
"Yes she would."

"You haven't finished your degree yet... Do you think she's finis…

Moving on the homeless

Overnight Sydney City Council officers removed the 24/7 Street Kitchen Safe Space homeless camp which had been operating for six months in Martin Place, the financial and civic heart of the city. The camp was started last December as a place for rough sleepers to find food, help and solidarity, particularly vital after assaults and sexual assaults of rough sleepers in the previous few months, with homeless women particularly vulnerable.

Part of the reasoning the Council gave for removing the camp - alongside the inevitable redevelopment of the site - was that it was interfering with "reasonable comfort and convenience of other uses of Martin Place".
Because if you want to interfere with the comfort and convenience of users of Martin  Place, you have to pay. And once you've shelled out the tens of thousands of dollars for necessary permits, you can interfere to your heart's content, sending squads of English backpackers to hassle people on their lunch breaks into signin…

My Centrelink Payment Was Cancelled. The Reason Why Will Shock You

Sorry, I've gone for a clickbait title here, but honestly. You won't believe this, or maybe you will, but anyway. If you thought the man with possible schizophrenia having to go through the job search process was tragedy, this is just farce.

I've been on a medical exemption with Centrelink since last year due to mental health issues. They've assessed me as having 8 hours a week capacity to work, so I still have to do the whole job network malarkey, attending fortnightly appointments and applying for all the litany of jobs welcoming potential employees only available 8 hours a week. Which isn't great but that's life.
But then I developed a nasty foot condition called plantar fascitis, which isn't dangerous or anything, but makes walking pretty bloody painful. Getting to appointments was pretty much impossible. So I went to my doctor, he filled out a Centrelink medical certificate for me, I uploaded it to the Centrelink website, and went about my days, expect…

Good girls can have abortions, bad girls can go to hell

Disappointing but unsurprising news today, that the NSW government has voted against decriminalising abortion Yes, in Australia's most populous state in 2017, abortion remains technically a crime.
The usual arguments came out in the public debate, including that old chestnut from pro lifers, abortion is bad but we must make exceptions in cases of rape or incest.
Let's unpack that, shall we? By making exceptions for cases of rape or incest, pro lifers, who state their belief that life begins at conception, are okay with the deaths of some babies. That the babies of rape victims aren't quite as murdered as the shameless hussies who willingly had sex.
It's nonsense is what it is. Either all life begins at conception, making all abortion murder, or it doesn't. "Exceptions for cases of rape or incest" have nothing to do with saving babies and everything to do with controlling and judging women. 
The "good" women who got pregnant through no fault of …

How Trauma Messes With Your Brain

I had something pretty traumatic happen in my life late last year (after, and separate to, the nervous breakdown). I don't want to go into detail cause that's not really the point here, but let's just say it was a genuinely traumatic event that would be recognised as such by any psychiatric organisation, with my safety and sense of self at risk. It's been fixed now, mostly, but I'm still learning about the bloody annoying after effects.

(I've had other shit happen, but this was kind of last straw stuff).

My short term memory is shot. All my life I've had an intense memory for small details. I've always known what day and date it is, and on what day and date things are happening. That's gone now. I've become one of those people who say "huh? It's the 17th already?" which after the novelty wore off, is kind of scary. Yesterday I got a fright because I learned next month is May, when I thought it was March somehow, even though March…

Fear of Boys

At the park yesterday with G, one of those sparkling autumn days that makes you absolve Sydney of all its sins and renew your love forever. Despite the weather, he had the playground mostly to himself, but on two occasions toddler girls, apparently with their fathers, arrived to play. G loves other kids, and he approached each child in turn, once on the climbing frame and once on the roundabout, wanting to chat and play.
Each time - before Mister G actually did anything, and before I could explain that he's a gentle child used to playing with his younger cousins - the fathers of the little girls swooped in to protect their daughters from the threat. 
And I could suddenly see what they saw - not my sweet baby, but an older, school aged, boy. No doubt wild, rough, loud, and a threat to their child. 
Not this again.
My ex loves kids. And he's completely natural with them. He likes to play with them, talk to them, think Playschool presenter but with the messy, germy little things …