since when did the gold coast become so. darn. superficial? 

i've spent my whole entire life living here, the longest stretch ive ever spent away from my beloved stomping ground is 4 months. i moved to broome for work mid way through last year - for those of you who know nothing about the place, its basically a tropical paradise in the middle of nowhere. but its the kind of a place where everyone is their own person. theres no judgement. i rocked the pants optional every other day of the week and walked around most of the time with bikinis and a t-shirt on. and not much else - there was no judgement. because even though it was probably offensive to most people, no one cared. no one judged. it was pretty much awesome. while it was fun and enlightening and i learnt more about who i am as a person in the little while i spent there than i had in the last 4 years spent living my life on the gold coast, it was great to come home. to my wonderful friends, my mental family and my soulmate in the form of a furry baby i call lola. but shit, the it really did open my eyes as to how truly fake this part of the world is. 

every other person is a photographer, a designer, an aspiring scene kid, whatever. kids who i often see around the hood from time to time have turned into douches. and to be completely honest, it makes me a little sad. do people honestly believe that they need to change who they are just to conform, to be one of the cool kids? there are people out there who create this image of themselves, then ditch it as soon as the fad changes. the kind of people who were listening to commercial music no less than 18 moths ago. theyre now the exact same people wearing jeans so skinny im all 'where the fuck is your penis dude? do you tuck or tape?' and walking around with vintage cameras around their neck taking obscure pictures of shit like dead leaves on a pavement - trying to be individual. you dress and behave exactly the same as 98% of the rest of the population. there is nothing individual about this whole 'look' you have going on. 

who decides the fad of the season? is there some kind of coolest of the cool kids sitting in his or her cool kid throne who hands out the orders for gold coast style. i imagine this person to be sitting above the crowd on a vintage op shop chair at a gig in a warehouse somewhere, bellowing at the crowd - this season, cool kids, we shall wear 60's wallpaper inspired attire. the music of the season is german trance. we shall all get addicted to herion, but be prepared cool kids. you'll have to kick the junk as soon as i decide pills are cool again. and i've heard its not easy. we must all drink gin. and only gin. and tattoos aren't cool anymore. so for those of you who went out and got sleeves and neck tattoos -  sucks to be you. you're out of the club.

i am who i am - be my friend. or dont be. its no skin off my nose. im the same person i always have been. give or take a few major milestones. a few major fuck ups. a few major mistakes. and a few major achievements. but i am me. and while im still paving my way through life learning about who i am and what this world is all about, im not reinventing myself at every corner just to impress people i dont know. and to be brutally honest, i wouldn't have it any other way.