Sport and art are separate identities.
They are different, opposing, seemingly antithetical. But the two often interact with, and inform, the other. Both are vehicles: for growth, for change, as a way to understand the world and share meaning. They cultivate connections. They forge empathy.
[all the] bst is a digital writing project by Saraid Taylor seeking to express both.
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The tiniest scrape exposes the fragility of it all: any of my ‘achievements’ are so complex they are sullied — each ‘success’ might be more accurately defined as a composite of failures.
Is the essay about lesbians* in sport finally arriving?
I would rather watch pornography — created ethically — with my family than scenes of violence. Wouldn’t you?
For many players, the state league season is imbued with a sense of hope. It is an audition for the national league. But there is no point in auditioning if there are no available positions.
A man called me a skeezer on The Pick and Roll’s republishing of The Fallacy. I did not know what this word meant. I suspected by his tone, though, it was most likely unflattering, and that was correct.
My brother was driving home late from work last week when he saw a woman on the side of the road being chased by a man. They were both in their early fifties. She was screaming for help. Nobody stopped to help her.
I use the word failure to describe myself sometimes and friends flinch in condemnation and pat me on the shoulder. But failure is not an ugly word.
The national league is not built on the backs of its marquee players. It is built on the backs of the players at the bottom of the list. The league does not survive without them.
As a child, I was warned tacitly about the pandemic: of dangerous, contagious lesbianism. I rolled my eyes and dismissed it. I was heterosexual but cool.
‘This is a bigger issue than one individual. It is state-wide. It is national. Abuse and toxic environments are a massive threat to women and girls sport. It is the reason so many children quit.’
It was almost exactly two years ago: November in 2021. The Herald Sun published an article about the upcoming professional sport returning to Melbourne, stating that ‘the Big Bash League, AFLW and National Basketball League start their seasons over summer.’ I was filled with intense despair as I read it, and then anger. I decided to write them an open letter.
‘I am in a world of women and they are everything. That is why I carry the labeller with me, so I can allocate each woman to their rightful place.’
mental toughness, emotional repression and other coping strategies in sport
I think I always knew I just needed to be seen. I believed in myself — not in a cocky way, but I knew I had done what I needed to do to get the opportunity and all I needed was that first chance.