WRITING: ‘Lonely’

Sometimes I am lonely. Everyone is now and then, I suppose.
I used to think there was only one kind of lonely – the crippling sense of abandonment and loss, echoing around my skull.

But I have learned that there are different kinds of loneliness.

There is the one I knew so well, of course there is. But more importantly, there are new kinds of lonely I don’t recall ever experiencing.

Suddenly the term takes new shapes according to my day. My loneliness can be contented, melancholic, delirious, confused, nostalgic or cantankerous.

It is wonderful to have an array of emotions contained in one word. Awareness is key to comfort, and alone isn’t so lonely when you can be comfortable with yourself.

That’s not to say I don’t experience the sense of a missing piece, and yearn for a reassuring hug.

But it means that when I am lonely, it’s not the be-all and end-all.

I can see my days stretching out endlessly in front of me, leading me to the horizon line in never-ending hopscotch tiles.

I recognise that my emotions are fleeting, and it is a joy to be capable of experiencing them all in such vivid colours, knowing that they are not enhanced or manufactured, but they are reality. That there is no filter over my heart to edit the emotion I register.

Amazing, how one state of mind can trigger such revelations in one tiny person standing atop a tiny, pea-sized planet at the edge of a dairy-themed galaxy.

Amazing how I can feel so small, so insignificant, and yet so infinitely powerful.

Sometimes I am lonely. But I don’t mind.

After all, you need the blanket of night to truly appreciate the stars.


This piece was written in July 2013, and is an original work of my own. If you have any thoughts on this piece, feel free to comment below. For any other enquiries, please email me at contact@luxelis.com.

WRITING: ‘Moving In’

My past is messy. There’s no two ways about it. I used to worry about being boring – wishing for a more ‘interesting’ tomorrow.

Fuck, if only I could’ve seen what lay ahead.

Now I’ve been through it all and unpacked all the boxes, I can understand it. I’ve officially ‘moved in’, you might say. But something still feels a little off.

See just as I get comfy, thinking I’ve unpacked the lot, I find another box, sealed all those years ago. And I know I’m prepared to handle what the box contains, but sometimes it gets a bit overwhelming; when I remember just how many boxes I’ve been through in my short time here. Most peoples’ are labelled by year, maybe split into a few months. But my boxes are labelled sporadically – some containing several years, and some containing just a few weeks.

It makes me question my current state – how am I still here? Why am I still here? It seems to just be one thing after another, these past few years. Like I’ll never, ever catch a break.

And then there’s times like these, times when I feel the need to back-track and re-evaluate the past year or so. I mean after all, that’s the biggest box in the stack.

I’ve got no idea who I am, or even what I want – and I have absolutely no plans to figure it out. Knowing my luck, any plans I do make are just going to fuck up anyway, so why try to evade the surprise? It’s not pessimism, it’s realism. The rest of my life is just one big surprise, splintered into tiny pieces I stumble upon every day.

Where once I was terrified of my future, I now embrace it. Expectations are not for me anymore. I have no need to prepare, because whatever life throws at me, or whatever box I find, I can handle it and deal with it, all with a smile on my face. I can and I will handle it – with or without you, and that smile is going to be geniune. Why? Because I’m okay.

Shit, I never thought I’d be able to really, truthfully say that. I bet you didn’t either, but now I can. I’m okay.

And I love it.


This piece was written in April 2013, and is an original work of my own. If you have any thoughts on this piece, feel free to comment below. For any other enquiries, please email me at contact@luxelis.com.

Sunday Feels with Hello Tanya and Nicetouch

On Sunday, February 12th, a momentous occasion took place. Tanya, my holy grail Nail Queen and fabulous friend, joined temporary forces with Lucy, proven Masseuse Monarch and equally ace mate. Together they put on Sunday Feels – a luxurious event for you and your best buds. With cheese.

Image courtesy of Lucy & Tanya.

I conned one of my favourite people, Steph, into coming with me to the inaugural event and to cut to the chase, we had a brilliant time. Beginning with hugs and the offer of beautiful kimonos to wear, we were off to a perfect start. Then came selection of our nail shades & deigns over a cheese plate and cocktails – I think I asked about 3 times what the cheeses were because they were so darn delicious, but I still forget! Regardless, we ate it all with delicious Forage + Bloom Iced Tea cocktails that Lucy prepared. I’m not sure what variant of tea we had, but it was deep burgundy in colour, and tasted like forest flora in the mouth – delectable!

Following on from the brief catch-up over cheese, we went our separate ways to begin the pampering. Steph, being as indecisive as she is, went with Tanya first so she couldn’t overthink her nail choice and I went with Lucy as I was in desperate need of a massage – more than I knew.

Not the massage room I was in, but Lucy’s regular practise. Photo courtesy of Lucy.

The massage took place in Tanya’s gorgeous bedroom, set up with a salt lamp in the corner, a candle gently flickering and the massage table in the centre of the room. Lucy talked me briefly through how she was going to do the massage before she left me for a moment to get undressed and plonk myself on the table. Upon her return, she used a warm oil blend to massage my legs and feet – a miracle in itself, as I’ve never been relaxed enough for anyone to touch my feet before! Following on, she wiped away excess oil with a hot towel (which felt amazing), and began to work on my back and lower neck. I know I have a lot of tension in these places and I usually experience quite a lot of pain with any form of massage, but I felt nothing but bliss with Lucy. While I didn’t fall asleep (as I’m sure many do), I was in a magical trance-like state as my muscle tension melted away and afterwards, I genuinely felt like a newer me. I kid you not when I say this was the most amazing massage I’ve ever had – and I know Steph felt the same. As a bonus, the oils Lucy used with the scalp massage did wonders for my hair; I washed it that evening and it was ridiculously soft & silky.

Next up: Nails!

Tanya’s excellent set-up at her wonderful Mt Eden home – regular up top, and featuring Rodney the cat on the bottom. Photos courtesy of Tanya.

Naturally, Tanya knows me and my nails quite well by now. As such, she knew I’d need another treatment of the IBX nail treatment system to keep my nails in top-notch condition. And that it does – it had been approximately 2 months since my last appointment and yet my nails were mostly pretty darn strong, with a free edge for what feels like the first time ever – pretty amazing when only a few months ago I had acrylic-ruined tiny nubbins for nails. If you have the chance to get IBX, do it! It truly is a nail-saver.

Due to my new-found free-edge, I decided to embrace the relative length and incorporate a bit of a negative-space design, a look I’d wanted to try for ages, but never had the length for. Tanya suggested small negative-space triangles on one nail on each hand (we all know I’m secretly a filthy hipster), and I went for a warm glittery red on my right hand and a cool-toned grey on my left, with alternating feature nails. It’s a big claim to make, but I think this may be my favourite design I’ve had with Tanya yet – even over my fabulous tweed nails I had for my last birthday. Something about the colour combo and simple but interesting design really gets me – it’s been several days and I can’t stop admiring my hands!

My very rad nails by Tanya – check out the precision on those triangles! Photo courtesy of Tanya.

It’s pretty safe to say that Tanya and Lucy have a really, really good thing going here. Steph and I had a fantastic time; in fact, I think it’s safe to say I’ve converted her to these ladies (sorry, Feargus!). Both offer impeccable and friendly services that leave you feeling awesome, and I have no plans to see anyone else for massage or nails ever again. Lucy has the same ethic I love about Tanya – straight up yet caring, professionalism meets friendship. You won’t leave either of these ladies without a big grin on your face, and I can’t say enough nice things about the idea of getting to see both of them in the same day, in the same place. Genius, really.

Tanya and Lucy – Miracle Workers. Photo mine.

If you want to experience this magic, head on over to Lucy or Tanya‘s pages and make an enquiry. They do Sunday Feels events once a month at present, and after Steph and I were first, places are booking fast. Alternatively, you can check out their services separately – both have pretty majestic cats at their places, and will treat you like the Prince or Princess you are!

Sunday Feels is a monthly event, with overall prices TBC.
Please contact Lucy and Tanya to book your place.

Image courtesy of Tanya
Image courtesy of Lucy

Have you ever had a brilliant, out-of-this-world beauty experience? Did you get snacks while you had it?

*This post is not sponsored. I paid for these services with my own money in full. I’m just a rad person, talking about rad things.

I have no idea what I’m doing, and that’s totally okay.

Hallo nochmal, Mädchen und Jungen. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?

My last drafted post was a few days ago, but before that it was my birthday, which is now just over four months ago. Not much of an ‘every day’ project so far, is it?

Well, I thought it was time to kick this back into gear. So what shall I type about this evening?

First, let me catch you up on what’s going on in my world. I’ve now left university for the remainder of the year, for reasons far too complex and boring to discuss here, and have been working at Farmers (department store of New Zealand, for those living somewhere better than here) for the past few months as a sales assistant to get by. I’m not going to lie – I actually love working in retail. There’s something I find so fulfilling about being constantly busy and getting to do so many different things in my day. I work with all kinds of people, do so many things and have so many interesting interactions every day; my strange little quirks when it comes to little details work well in retail, and I get to vaguely exercise my acting muscles with every customer. I know it’s the NZ Police tag line, but if you want better work stories, get a job in retail. It’s a lot of fun, and the satisfaction I get at the end of the day is incomparable to nearly anything else I’ve ever done.

Aside from this, I am moving out of home in a week (shock horror!) to live with my significant other (John), who makes me exquisitely happy and is highly useful when I need someone to fetch something for me. Our flatmates are so, so lovely, and we even have a temporary wonky-eyed cat named Ella. I feel very comfortable here, and now that I have a Real Job and some steady income, I’m feeling like a proper adult and whatnot. I get to plan meals, share a bathroom with people I’ve only known a little while, and pay rent, which sounds super dull, but for me is rather exciting (so far). I also really like the kettle here.

I’ve also been Stage Managing for a few different shows since I last wrote an entry here – Defensability by Ant Towler at the Musgrove Theatre on Auckland Uni’s campus, Motel by April Phillips at the Basement Theatre, and I’m currently working on Another Dead Fag by my dear and extremely talented playwright friend Sam Brooks, also at the Basement. They are all outstanding plays that I am so happy to have worked on – do look them up, they are all very entertaining and thought provoking pieces. All the cast and crew involved in each of these projects have been incredible, providing a wonderful learning experience for me.

Despite how busy I’ve been, in the past few days I’ve found myself needing to think about the future, and panicking a bit. I know where I want to be for the next few months, and what I want to do (work), but in the long term.. I have no idea. I intend to go back to uni, but I have no clue what I want to actually study – my old degree plan of a double-major in Drama and Film, Television and Media Studies is no longer appealing to me, and I don’t even know if I want to continue SMing, go back into acting, or leave the industry altogether.

For the past few months this has incredibly concerning, but I pacify my chronic over-thinking with the mantra that all of this is so not a big deal; people change majors all the time, I mean Auckland Uni advisers and fellow students have been telling me from the get-go that I can change my major quite easily, and that it’s common among students. Hobbies come and go, too – I used to be really into cross-stitching for a few months, and there was a time where I spent every waking minute drawing tiny (terrible) cartoons. But that’s not what’s been troubling me lately. See up until now, I’ve been categorising this theatre thing is a hobby, but actually, I don’t really think it is. For all the work it takes to be an SM/actor, the pay-off is amazing. I spend every minute I can in theatres and around people who love this world as much as I do, and even though I constantly wear myself out and end up severely sleep-deprived, there’s a mysterious exhilaration about it that sweeps me off my feet every time I’m standing backstage on opening night. I’m coming to realise that maybe it really is my ‘passion’, if you like*, and that’s wonderful and everything, but every now and again I get that nagging doubt – do I really want to live backstage forever? What if I get trapped in the world of the SM and can’t break back into the bubble of acting?

I was having a full on ‘what if’ episode like that a few hours ago, and it’s taken the final dress of Another Dead Fag and a nice drive home to reflect on all of it. I recalled that in April I did a staged play reading of Trojan Women, and how spectacular it felt to get onstage and be able to do the thing that drew me into this world in the first place. It came so naturally to me, despite having not been onstage for a good six months, and now I actually think about that, I think it’s something I should trust. Yeah, sometimes it scares me that I’m losing my chance to stay in the category of ‘actor’, only to be restricted to ‘techie’ (which is awesome in it’s own way), but that’s okay. I’m sure if I took on more acting and less SM work, I’d feel the exact opposite. But at the end of the day, when someone asks me if I prefer acting or stage management, my answer will be the same as it’s always been since I started doing both – I prefer both. Being a dual SM/actor means I generally get on better with crew and actors, as I know what it’s like to do both jobs, the perks and the challenges. I have to trust that I can be good enough to be able to do both, and work out what I want to do later.

I don’t have to plan out my entire life right now, career or otherwise. It seems so obvious to you, I’m sure, and it’s taken me a few months to worry about, but I suppose what will be, will be. I am coming to realise that my adjustment into the real world has only begun to become smoother as I’ve stopped fretting over the little details on the path that lies ahead. All I really need to know is a vague idea of what I sort-of think I might want to do next year, and what I’ll be up to for the next few months. Like so many people have told me, it’s best to just let everything run it’s course and go with the flow. I’m good at making the best of situations I find myself in (good or bad), so what’s there to worry about? Nothing. Which is awesome.

See you tomorrow, kids (and those actually older than me)!

*I really despise the term ‘passion’ – I just find it so plastic. The only exception to this is in terms of passionfruit, which is okay.