The thing I have struggled with most, perhaps more than anything else in the world, is being misunderstood. I've tried, at length, to change this. To help people understand me. It took a long time, but eventually I realised, it simply didn’t work. Nobody was ever going to understand. And the more effort I put into trying to be understood, the less energy I was able to invest into simply being who I was, misunderstood or not.

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Ten years ago, I met a boy in a remote Indigenous community called Yalata, on the edge of the Nullabor in South Australia. He asked me to take his photo, and then, simply held up a five dollar note bearing the Queen of England, blocking out his own face. Nothing else needed saying.

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