I wish I knew what it was like to know what it's like to have the world made for you. It must be nice to know that wherever you go, you're home even if you're not actually AT home, you'll always belong. Well, I've never had that, and it largely didn't worry me, until it did and then it really did. What was it like growing up queer, brown and in one of the most "disadvantaged" postcodes in Melbourne? Yeah it was fine, it was fucking cool actually. I didn't have a problem with it, other people had a problem with me and that became a huge problem for me, intolerable and unbearable. Listen in and find out how and why.