My life with the wave

On the outdoor pool as charged queer space

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  • Published 20181106
  • ISBN: 9781925603330
  • Extent: 264pp
  • Paperback (234 x 153mm), eBook

I WANT TO tell you about a difficult place that I visit regularly since moving to my suburb in the inner fringes of a large Australian city. The place is a gym, and I like it in the winter because there is a steam room there, a good place to zone out and think about the day. In the summer, the place is best known for its appended outdoor pool, and this pool is the source of both its interest and its difficulty.

The gym sits above the pool in a pale alien sphere and, occasionally, at the pool, you see a sunglassed person peer up and say searchingly: ‘Oh! There’s a gym up there.’

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