Hi! I'm Leon: an incendiary, opinionated, egotistical and all-round repulsive soul that's currently in his senior year at the University of Western Australia. I'm blunt, caustic, charming, brutally-frank and eloquent all at once. I speak my thoughts out loud and dress strangely. My sexuality is (apparently) nebulous and frequently subject to speculative second-guessing. I abhor religion, but respect individuals' search for the truth.
The above is more of a read-before-consumption than it is, say, an exercise in vanity. If; however; you leave your reservations at the door, then I can guarantee that we'll have a raucously good time together by the fire.
I write about life, men's (and occasionally women's) fashion, computer games, and maybe even love. I follow pages I adore and I occasionally reblog things that impress me or make me laugh.
If you are easily-offended, stubbornly-religious or morally and politically-conservative, then I would advise against reading beyond this preface. This is a space for me to consolidate my thoughts and to capture the brightest of moments. Some of these thoughts are radical, others beautiful, but most are ugly, vitriolic and indignant.
GPOY: It’s been ages since I’ve done one of these.
After shearing off the sides, I’ve been wearing my hair in a top-knot for the past year or so. It’s an interesting way to subvert my girlfriend’s aversion of long hair. It enables me to keep the tidy appearance of short hair whilst having it bound in a manner that belies its true volume and length.
I’ve been ruminating over thoughts of bleaching it, and whether or not going all the way to white would be worth turning my (thick) hair into brittle straw that responds poorly to being so tightly coiled.