Auntie Allison

I have a problem that has been gnawing at me since I went to a funeral in year 12. Why do we wait until people have passed away to celebrate and talk about how wonderful they are and all the things we love about them. a few months ago I wrote a tribute to Barb when she passed away. I am not sure that Barb would have realised the extent to which she had an impact on my life and so it made me wonder, why cant I write a tribute to someone who is still alive? Today I went to the Camberwell Market with Allison, it was a really wonderful day and  as I was on the train home I was thinking about how much my relationship with Alli means to me so  I thought I would write it down now rather than wait 50 years and tell people at a pulpit.
Sorry that this is such a morbid beginning, enjoy!

Allison is an amazing aunty and an amazing person.
Allison has loved me unconditionally for as long as I can remember. there are so many things that  I remember loving about visiting Alli. she had a really cool hedge hog log at her door and she had a tiger that if you squeezed it hard enough then it would growl. The day that I finally had the strength to make that tiger growl was when I knew that  I has grown up, I was about 7. I loved that tiger because I loved Richmond. Alli also really loved that tiger and it always felt like a privilege being about to hug it. It was perhaps because she was usually so open to letting me play with things of hers that  I knew that if she said I wasn't to touch it, it really meant DONT TOUCH IT! to this day there are beautiful breakable balls with a finger sized hole in them sitting at her front door that I have never ever touched them even though and perhaps because I have always wanted nothing more than to stick a finger in the hole and swing the ball around until something goes wrong.
Alli got together with Gerry when I was little enough to idolise people who let me on their shoulders and Gerry became my favourite uncle and sidekick to my equal favourite auntie. there is a whole story about how much I love Gerry but that is for another time.
the really fantastic thing about my relationship with Alli is how effortlessly it changed as I grew up. she used to take me on adventures and show me Melbourne and now I can call her and take her on adventures to the Camberwell market. She has always treated me like an adult which meant that I could always meet her her at whatever point I was at. She has never shied away for challenging me on my beliefs and because of that I know what  I believe and why I believe it. Very few 14 year olds get challenged on why they shave their legs. I remember the feeling of pride when I successfully articulated to Alli why I chose to shave my legs, even though lots of my family didn't. she said 'good!' She doesn't care if my opinions aren't the same as hers as long as they are mine and I can defend them. I really respect that about Allison.
I always feel like I can talk to Alli. I have talked to her about religion, dates, travel, study, future, personality and Family. I am sure, had I any need to, I could comfortably nut out problems with sex with Alli and it wouldnt be awkward, it wouldnt be judgy and it WOULD be an overshare. But thats ok, oversharing is a small price to pay for the ability to have an open conversation with someone.
I think feeling truly welcome is an uncommon feeling, many people don't even have it at home. With Alli and Gerry's house I know that if I were ever in a spot of bother at any time of the day or night  I could rock up on their doorstep and they would welcome me in with loving arms.
Its Allisons loving, open, sassy, smart and fun personality that has made it a privilege being her niece and I Love her lots and lots.

Its 1.32am, so there is every possibility that this writing is not eloquent, my apologises.

I finished my assignment! wanna see? http://prezi.com/0hoepsrpl0l5/?utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=copy&rc=ex0share

I think that schools are doing sex education wrong. I know this isn't a new revelation but I was thinking about a particular way that they could improve.
Surely everyone has seen mentally scarring images of STIs left to rampantly destroy peoples genitals, and most of that is thanks to the scare campaign used by teachers in schools. as much as I love watching year 9 girls crumble under the sheer horror of what could be lurking under peoples clothes I think that this is the wrong tactic to use. STIs are a legit thing, they affect a lot of people. So perhaps in schools we should be showing kids images of what STIs can look like in their infancy so that kids can learn to recognise what an actual STI is and then maybe they can get it sorted out and we can minimise the amount of people affected by these taboo terrors.
just a thought.

I was going to include scarring images but they were too gross, so instead I will put a picture of my internet history..