STALKER: T.

2008/2009 Hobart City. T. is sitting on a circular bench at the bottom of the mall outside the National Australia Bank. She is wearing a similar black Adidas windbreaker to mine.

"Is that you're camera?" she asks. "Is that a girl's jacket?". She proceeds to tell me off for taking photos. It tell her "Go home tonight and think about how Fearless's camera takes photos and is not a gun that shoots bullets".

And I remember her saying something like why aren't you in school and I was like "I'm 27". And her telling me to be nicer to girls or something. And I was like "I'm not good genetic material" and then her look of disgust or pity that I did not need.

T. has this mean look to her face, marred by acne, her eyes squint. She has a 'resting bitch face'. The whole time she is speaking she seems to have an ungodly interest in me. Maybe she has seen me taking photos before in town.

Basically she treated me like a sexual predator or something. Her attitude was like "ok give up the act you perp" some reference to "mum".

"I thought it was a gun" the accusation. The condescending admonishment from a young girl. "I'm 17" she drops this bombshell like it is meant to kill. "My brother was gay he killed himself" she says this without looking sad, maybe she killed him herself?

Gladstone Queensland 2019. First I hear about some guy called J. Then I meet T., J. and S. at the shops. They come right up to me. I invite them to my house.

On the way a man follows us. He looks gay, he trails us closely. I walk a different way and when I rejoin them the man is gone. But it was still weird.

At my house S. tells me what a kid fukker is and it is weird because that's basically the guy who followed us.

T. tells me her shallow story again and it the same as when I met her in Hobart seven or eight years ago. Her brother was gay and died, again she doesn't look sad. She still has 'resting bitch face'. What is she thinking behind her slitty eyes?

T. it's kinda weird that you would introduce yourself and not remember we met. Especially when your mum lives in Tasmania. I don't know what you think of me, your face doesn't show any emotions.

And with S. lecturing me about kid fukkers, is that just advise she dishes out for free? S. I don't know what you think of me either. You said you are cool with gays. But I don't trust you. I think you're just like my sister and think that all gays are paedophiles.

Maybe T., J. and S., you all think I am a retard or demon or whatever but I don't like you the way you look at me it scares me. Notice I did not take photos of D. when J. called me? Because I never would have done it, it was just talk.

The way S. went off because I said D. was attractive was out of line. I'm allowed to say that. Honestly I think you have a problem with me for being myself, and not being ridiculously heterosexual like everyone else. Yes ridiculous.