All in In Love

Love, Porn and Knowing the Difference: Edition 2

Before I was to be slowly torn down by my relationship with August, I had newly discovered my TCK identity and was sure he was the missing piece of who I was. I was living in an amazing share house with maybe 8 or 9 different nationalities rotating through it at any one time – and amongst these students, professionals and travellers alike — I was happy that I had finally found my people…

Our Newest Theme

Happy 2018!! Welcome to our newest theme!

This month we are looking at being In Love, thanks to your responses on our little pop-up survey! Thank you for taking those few minutes to share your ideas with us and keep that feedback coming! The first story drops this Wednesday, but if you just can't wait that long, here are a few articles we've published earlier on the subject.

We will be getting into the nitty-gritty of all the good stuff: heartache, passion and being true to yourself in the often frustrating world of dating. Stay tuned! We publish a story every Saturday and Wednesday.

If you have any TCK stories which meet our guidelines, please send them my way at editor@tcktown.com, or feel free to post them on our Community Facebook Group. Our February edition is "Self Worth" and we are still accepting submissions!

I'd like to say a BIG thank you to Ashleigh Leyshon, Lilith Palmer and Lucy O'Connor for editing this edition with me.

Love you long time!

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Ava Senaratne
Editor-In-Chief
(From Sri Lanka, Dubai & Australia. Living in Melbourne)

Global Love

I distinctly remember feeling inspired by the idea of the young, reckless love depicted in the movie, which was swiftly followed by utter mortification at the scenes showing physical intimacy. I was a product of a Pakistani, Muslim household, and any form of physical contact with the opposite sex was severely frowned upon.

Love, Porn and knowing the difference

Before I was to be slowly torn down by my relationship with August, I had newly discovered my TCK identity and was sure he was the missing piece of who I was. I was living in an amazing share house with maybe 8 or 9 different nationalities rotating through it at any one time – and amongst these students, professionals and travellers alike – I was happy that I had finally found my people…