Joe Williams is 171cm. He was born on the fourth day of September in 19831. He is a Wiradjuri/Wolgalu man who lives on Wiradjuri country. Joe uses he/him pronouns. He was a professional NRL player who became a professional boxer and, now a PhD candidate, is an adjunct associate professor at the School of Psychology. He has never eaten a frog.

Megan Fitzsimon is 169cm. She was born on the tenth day of August in 2002, grew up on Gunaikurnai country and currently lives on Wurundjeri land. Megan uses she/her pronouns. She has never eaten blue cheese. She is a professional footballer.

Shelley Heath is 160cm. She was born on the sixth day of June in 2000 and currently lives on Bunurong land. Shelley uses she/her pronouns. She has never eaten a durian. She is a professional footballer.

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.

Sport has given me a lot of things: diverse skills, support structures, a wider understanding of myself. It has not rid me of the self-consciousness attached to existing as a girl, then a woman.

Is the essay about lesbians* in sport finally arriving?

Is there a viable way for an athlete whose family is not in a position to afford the perpetual costs of high performance programs on top of their regular club fees to make the national league?

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.

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.