Paulo Ricardo (he/him)That was 2006. I travelled to Australia for the first time. We had been emailing one another. We talked throughout the year. Then, we started engaging in a routine: one year, he’d go see me, and the following year, I’d come here and stay with him for a while. We kept doing it for years. Until we ended up building a bond, a very strong bond to one another.
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Some of my friends would regard me as a complete wacko because of the way that I dropped the things I had in my country. Solely based on an emotional bond. But at the same time, my life over there had reached a point of stagnation, a pointless routine and repetition, repetition, repetition. No prospective for a man of my generation to be fulfilled as a man, as in building a future together, having a house together. Simple things like these, I've been able to have with Alphonso over here, like washing, doing the dishes together, buying plants for our garden. Something that I actually never experienced before. I mean, I had to struggle with sharing a bed!
