This article was first published in the Sex issue of The Lifted Brow. Get a copy here.
I literally stumbled across Tom Grant for the first time in the living room of my Flemington share house. We’d had a big party the night before, and I was groping my way to the bathroom when I tripped on something amongst the broken glass and the empty goon bags. Tom was wrapped in our filthy rug, sleeping with his mouth half open. Later, when my housemates and I were half-heartedly cleaning up around him, one of them nudged his prone body and whispered to me, “that’s the boy wonder, Tom Grant.” Read the rest of this entry »