cat:
My name is Cat and I am twenty-(redacted) and ex neighbour of darling Joss. Unlike most of you I am not a writer, nor an Eora/Naarm based multidisciplinary creative. I’m in fact something much more glamorous, which I may or may not disclose as I revel in the mystique surrounding my job(s). I adore the fact that every week somebody will ask what I do for work, or if I even work, as they see me posted up at Clovelly for the fifth day in a row. As Julia Fox wrote, I’m an artist in the role of a lifetime, playing Me. You’ll find me cosplaying as a retiree on vacation, being a booth bitch in my bikini top, eating mangoes topless by the sea, drinking Ace Hotel martinis, surrounded by twinks, etc etc.
the artist of a lifetime, playing her
this is the online bit:
Meat raffle Louis Versaille mix
My bestie Louis had a party as dramatic as he is, and when I saw his friend Meat Raffle on the lineup, suddenly I was shy. I had been fan girling over him since a Burnia party over 2 years ago where him and his friend played a set that was equal parts sexy, silly, and hard. He took over the coveted 3am timeslot and thankfully uploaded the mix so that I can relive the experience all over again. My girlfriend and I have had it on repeat and it is the only thing so far that has allowed me to stay motivated for at least 20 minutes of youtube pilates. I am going to be snatched thanks to him.
One of my sick and twisted friends brought up the topic of twincest the other day and it got me thinking about one of my favourite films. Directorial debut of Mark Waters (Mean Girls, Freaky Friday), the film follows my favourite theme of a delusional woman teetering on the edge, and no one does it better than Parker Posey. I wont spoil it but here is one letterbox review: The Thanksgiving twincest black comedy I didn’t know I needed.
I don’t even have TikTok but even just through Instagram and Twitter, I have against my will become aware of the core-ification of fashion trends (coquette, y2k, clean girl, quiet luxury, office siren - terms I wish I could erase from my brain). Visiting the page of writer and fashion theorist Rian Phin is like a brain massage. Anti fast fashion, anti over consumption, pro personal style. She’s really smart and stylish and dissects what is trending really eloquently.
this is the irl bit:
Sex Sydney
I’m reporting live from Sex Sydney (as crowned by Vanity Project’s Laura and Charles), where everyone is once again Sydney-pilled post end of summer beach party. After an extremely un horny evening in the sticks, faith in our beloved was rightfully restored the next afternoon as Deepa (Bypass) curated the most heavenly event that brought sex back to our city. Wet bathers clung to our bodies as we wiggled on the sand glistening in sweat, watching the sunset over the silhouette of the harbour city. I don’t really know what this is meant to be a rec for, except to seize a summers day, a horny dance floor and to never give up on your weekend.
Sexy Sydney in full swing
Calisthenics
I am no longer letting the stale gym that’s perpetually flooded and smells like farts take $95 of my hard earned cash every month. During my 6 week stint of fear and loathing in Berlin city, the only healthy skill I picked up was Calisthenics. It’s fun because it feels like playing which is something we should do more of. It is practically adult monkey bars, using your body weight to swing around, push, and pull yourself onto things. Going to the gym is a chore, but stopping at Queens Park to play around before a splash at Bronte is fun. It’s also free.
Rhys and Orson at Volkspark Friedrichshain
Quitting your corporate job
Picture this, you’re at work. Everybody is gay. You may be feeling a bit dusty but it’s fine, your colleagues have been up all night k holing at the same location TBA inner west doof that you were shaking ass at into the wee hours of the morning. There’s plenty of empathy, cuddles and vapes to be shared.
You spend your night charming people with your natural charisma in return for money. You curate a tantalising feast featuring produce from the finest growers and makers that this country has to offer. You then get to feast on this yourself. You finish your shift with a glass (or 2) of a Malvasia blend, grown in the volcanic soils of the Aeolian Islands of Sicily. $22 if you are a common patron, but for you, it’s free. You are a waitress <3
I saw a photo the other day of the view from my old office building and I felt physically ill. For now, I am living in a world without HR, pointless 2 hour zoom meetings and the phrase ‘circle back’. I am free.
tchüssi!
Such a good one ily cat