When I came out to my father he was driving down Cobham Drive on the Wellington Waterfront. I waited until we were halfway through our trip before I told him. It was one of the proudest, happiest and most frightening days of my life.
Author — Conrad Reyners
Author Archive: Conrad Reyners
Conrad is a very grumpy boy. When he was little he had a curl in the middle of his forehead. When he was good, he was moderately good, but when he was mean he was HORRID.
He likes guns, bombs and shooting doves. He can often be found reading books about Mussolini and tank warfare. His greatest dream is to invent an eighteen foot high mechanical spider, which has an antimatter lazer attached to its back.
Over the last three years I have become increasingly frustrated with the way politics operates. My concern is not directed at what political parties say or what they do, instead it’s directed at the political space in which they talk. Something is missing from our generation’s politics. Something important, and it’s been lost. Former Prime [...]