february
bubblegum alley
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE?
and where did they come from?
so i’ve been considering the idea of living with someone and not knowing them at all
or discovering what that is
I guess
like what the horror of that might be?
like how can you live in a house with someone your whole life and never know really fully who they
are
like there’s something that they do
or something that they
some way that they treat someone
and it’s just managed to pass you by
I mean from the perspective of a family I suppose there’s a like a non chosen aspect of that and a
mother and a child and
y’know you can’t help the person that your child turns into
but if you’ve been living with a loved one like a partner for years and you never even knew that
actually they voted Liberal
or that they used to go and throw rocks at the windows of gay teachers
and you find that out
and you realise this whole time you’ve been living with and loving someone that you didn’t even
know
like what’s that like?
and not only that but then to chose that
to chose being in that situation
it scares me
it scares me
knowing full well who I am
and what I do and who the people are that i live with or who I know and I haven’t lived at home for
years
like i’m
I
I’m doing life the best way I know how and I’m doing the things that make me happy and maybe
they’re not what people expect of me
actually that is also
how do I know
how do i know whether I’m fulfilling or not fulfilling the expectations of other people how do I know whether that’s true or not whether I’m
the person that people think that I am
y’know I’m not intentionally hiding anything
well
most things
like right I work
I work at
I work in coffee
I make coffee
and I’m seeing people all the time
and there are farmers and tradies who come through and there are couples that come through
and there are old people that come through
and I look at them and I think you’ve been
you’ve been there your whole
you’ve been together your whole life
like this one lady who now comes in by herself used to come in with her husband they split up
because her husband was cheating on someone else who also came to our coffee shop
I
I
I
Where
You share a community with people and what does it do what do you what is that
what is that
you share a community with people and they betray you with that
community they use that community to fuckin stab you in the dick
stab you in the dick
actually I saw her today
I saw her today she came in and she said it’d been 2 years since her and her husband split up
and he still comes in
and they come in together now him and the that other customer
some weird Pangean merging of continents
and she said it’d been 2 years since he’d left
or since she’d left him and I y’know
to a degree
we’re a small place I can be a little more personable that I could be in like a maccas or I have
more time to at least
and I said what is
I asked her about that like how she’s feeling
she said sometimes she’s sad but then other times she’s relieved she finally got to know him
and that really freaked me out
y’know you don’t really know you’re in love with someone who has the capacity to cheat on you
until they cheat on you
what a gamble to take
and i’ve never had anything like that
like a relationship
obviously not marriage
but that scares the shit out of me
y’know there are certain behaviours that y’know people
you don’t know people exhibit until they exhibit it
like some kind of disease or something
and that’s like intense
or working
like
like
you meet the kindest people the nicest people and you talk to them and you love them and you
get to know them and you laugh with them and then they start talking about trans people and
jesus christ where am I living who are these people I’m with
I mean it’s scary y’know
you really don’t know people until you’re put under immense pressure
like this guy came in and
y’know
I didn’t like him anyway
but he told this
he told
Ricky Gervais has this quote unquote joke
tells this story about a woman
a woman getting mad at him and he said sorry sir
and she said what makes you think I’m a man and he said because of your massive cock
and I think how much do they know about me I mean I try and present in my most authentic way
but do they know me at all
really
and would they think any differently of me if they did
would I be safe if they did know me
there’s a
a
a
so I
y’know like I can’t
I can’t drop people in my life because I didn’t ask the right questions
it’s like the customers at work I still see them I still laugh with them
even though I know they think things I think are abhorrent
I still have to serve them coffee I still have to greet them day to day
ah
it really freaks me out
what do you do
I go and walk with cows and horses most days
walk through the fields and things just because it’s easier
I get staunched by the horses as I walk by them and they look at me especially the little ones they
don’t understand my composition
I feel like sometimes they have that in common with a lot of people in my life
the other horses are just eatin
chewin on grass
enjoying their day
I wonder whether there are snakes out at the moment
NOTED FOLLOW UP
Something’s come up.
Last night I took at trip to the park, there was no moon out, fucking pitch black. It was thrilling sitting in my car, waiting for others to come see, or see who came or whatever and I hadn’t been here in weeks.
Always a roll of the dice, cause there are times when it’s fucking packed and times when it’s deader than dead, and tonight seemed like it was gonna be dead. I sat for maybe 20 minutes. The carpark sits at the top of a hill and you look out and down the hill and in the day it’s a lovely view but in the dark it just looks like an ocean.
Anyway this ute drives up the driveway behind, and usually utes are what I’m looking for so I flash my breaks. He comes and parks next to me - good sign - and the driver gets out and walks down the hill. It was a bit like a dream really cause I couldn’t actually make out any distinguishing features just this vague figure walking. Except his broad shoulders, which frankly was enough, so I got out maybe 30/50 steps behind him and followed him down.
When I say pitch black, I mean it. Other times when the moon’s been out you can see everything, and everyone too. But now I could hardly see my feet on the ground. I probably should’ve been scared but I was having no gut instincts or anything and they’re usually super strong if something’s up.
No one around. Deader than dead.
We meet right at the bottom of the hill by the rotunda. No words he just takes his out and I fool around a bit with mine, but he wanted me to work and I did.
I’m not exactly proud of this habit of mine. God knows how sick it’s made me sometimes, but I always get tested and shit. I sometimes wonder if I could stop myself when I start dating someone. It’s just such an easy thing to wind up doing. Like the other night I was just driving home from a friends place and wound up there.
But this guy was nice. We had a good time, we aligned in what we liked doing, which doesn’t always happen. There was a crunch of a stick and I didn’t think anything of it. Guys stumble by to watch or join or whatever, but I was too focused on what I was doing to turn and see. Then a torch shone on us and the guy tapped my shoulder and I head this other voice saying-
“the fuck do you think you’re-?” he stopped dead on when I turned around. “what the fuck?” he said.
I couldn’t see a thing with the torch in my face, I told him to turn it off. Just walk on if he wasn’t into it.
“What are you doing?” He said. And I recognised the voice. I fucking recognised the voice.
A customer from work… I wanted to bolt but my pants were around my ankles. I moved as quick as I could. The other guy left me for dead.
“Yeah get outa here!” He screamed slurs at me.
I ran and ran and jumped in my car and drove and drove. I didn’t go straight home I drove for like two hours, just around. Shitting my pants.
What have I done?
I’m calmer about it now, except i don’t know what I’m gonna do if he comes in. I know the fucker too, it was the Ricky Gervais guy. He hasn’t been in in months, but- He may just come back.
I found a spot at like three, just to sit. Accept my fate almost. Draft a note.
It was by a pasture, cows. I turned my headlights on and they all stared at me with those white, in the dark, vampire eyes. A whole group of them.
Something was in the taller grass between them.
I couldn’t make it out at first.
A mass.
It was a dead calf.
Snake season…
february artists
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Pip Thoroughgood (they/them)
Writer
Pip has been a playwright since they were 18 when they were struck by tragedy and had run out of sessions on their mental health care plan. Since then they’ve written two plays (I Hope It’s Not Raining In London and Here, There and Everywhere) as well as three adaptations (A Doll’s House, Ghosts and The Seagull). They are a strong believer in speaking the unspeakable and giving voice to unique queer experiences.
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Brooke Lee (they/them)
Actor
Brooke Lee (they/them) is a Chinese Australian actor raised on Dharawal country in Wollongong.
Brooke graduated from the Victorian College of the Arts with a BFA in Acting. Their theatre credits include Stay Woke (Malthouse), Hello, World! (Malthouse), Wolf Play (Red Stitch), Slaughterhouse (Belvoir Downstairs), Let Me Know When You Get Home (National Theatre of Parramatta), The Echo of The Shadow for Melbourne Festival (Teatro de los Sentidos), Puffs (Life Like Touring) and understudy for Top Coat (Sydney Theatre Company).
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Romy Mcilroy (she/her)
Visual Artist
Romy is an actress, singer and photographer. Her most recent credits include Prisoner at the World’s End with La Mama and Whatshername in American Idiot. She recently travelled to New York to take part in Atlantic Acting Schools summer intensive. Romy is currently in the 3rd year for her Bachelor at Photography Studies Collage.
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Alexander Lloyd (he/him)
Musician/Composer
Alexander Lloyd is an actor and producer of Greek and Egyptian heritage. His acting credits on stage include Angus Cameron's acclaimed new work 'For Love Nor Money' (Dir. Justin Nott) and ‘Gruesome Playground Injuries’ (Dir. Erica Chestnut), and his screen credits include 'Become The One' written by Adam Fawcett, ‘La Brea’ & ‘Five Bedrooms’. A classically trained pianist, Alex has been playing piano since the age of five, and is drawn to composers such as Liszt, Debussy and Jean-Michel Blais. Alex is thrilled to be involved in Bubblegum Alley; this is his first crack at composing, and honestly, he bloody loved it.