humanity

Alcohol is nothing without someone to drink it and the substance changes lives for many who partake; a glimpse into the impact of alcohol on humanity.

  • Rod Faulkner
    Published 7 days ago
    Alcoholic Beverages Taste Horrible

    Alcoholic Beverages Taste Horrible

    I remember being 8 years old and sneaking a sip of my uncle's can of Budweiser beer he usually kept in our refrigerator when he came to visit.
  • Isabelle Emma
    Published 8 days ago
    Giving up Alcohol in Your Early Twenties: My Story

    Giving up Alcohol in Your Early Twenties: My Story

    If you’d have told fresh-faced, eighteen year-old me that at twenty-two I would be writing an article for public consumption under this headline, I would have laughed in your face and taken a big swig of my G&T at such a ludicrous suggestion. And yet, here I am, having felt inclined to put pen to paper on this subject for months, the reasons leading up to which I will discuss below.
  • Brendon
    Published 11 days ago
    A Near Death Experience

    A Near Death Experience

    While living my best life I attended Eden’s 30th birthday. The event was at Mosman Hotel in a small outside room upstairs. It was a hot Stormy day, the kind of weather that sets the mood, that promises drama and excitement. It’s the kind of weather that lacklustre cinematographers use to tell the story when they lack the artistic ability to convey a nuanced mood. But yeah, it was promising weather for a promising night. I was ready to get wrecked and the weather had my back. I generally have a pretty solid tolerance for alcohol. I would back myself in a drinking competition against anyone but the most hardened of alcoholic miners. Tonight, I was going to test the tensile strength of my liver and I was going to have a blast doing it. I was enjoying myself catching up with my old Uni crew. It had been three months since we were all together, the last time was Charles 30th. It was the year of 30th birthdays, the year of everyone saying goodbye to their twenties and most of them stepping up to the ‘I’m an adult for real and proper now’. Obviously, I didn’t do any stepping up, but the people around me were starting to make those life choices. I had polished off my 3 bottles of white wine and decided to switch to vodka, as you do in the second hour of drinking. I decided to be a reformed former smoker for the night as well because it seemed like a good idea at the time. By this stage I was visibly drunk, but there is never any stopping Dionysus. Dionysus doesn’t want your speed zones, Dionysus doesn’t see your stop signs, Dionysus wants to have fun, and fun happens at pedal to the metal. The thing that stopped me, my metaphorical wall if you will, was a cigarette. After smoke bombing myself for hours, it was a cigarette that tipped me over the edge. The room started to spin uncontrollably. It had been a while since I had drunk that much and smoke bombed myself that hard, and the consequences of my day hit me all at once. Like Sally Pearson, my system just gave up on me, lay down and cried, but unlike an Olympic rowing team there was no-one left to row row row my boat to shore. Like introverts everywhere I decided to do the dodgy bail, to sneak away and order an uber and hope no-one noticed. To my surprise as I exited the pub there was 4 taxis already lined up. I tried to order an uber through my phone app because it’s cheaper than a taxi but I was by this stage incapable of using my phone. It’s entirely possible I was trying to order my Uber on the back screen of my phone or maybe even on a shoe like a funky modern version of get smart. The point being it wasn’t working. I decided to take a taxi because, while expensive, it was within my current capabilities and I wanted to get home. We got about 2 kms in the taxi before I started to feel violently sick. As politely as possibly when incoherently intoxicated, I asked the driver to pull over so I could throw up. He pulled over, and I opened the door just in time to throw up. I threw up so violently that I briefly lost consciousness and came to, face down in a pile of vomit in the gutter. Half in and half out of the taxi, I languished there like an uncoordinated flamingo. I had hit my head on the gutter, torn my ear at some point, and was covered in a foul-smelling wash of blood, vomit and shame.
  • Suzanne Betz
    Published 13 days ago
    I Hope They Serve Tequila in Prison.

    I Hope They Serve Tequila in Prison.

    Before we begin, I think it is important to mention that these stories are only true to the best of my knowledge. I was drunk, a lot, and I solemnly swear that these are depicted as I remember them. But memory is cousin to truth, not twin, and in this case mutated, undesired lusus naturae.
  • A McNeal
    Published 16 days ago
    Unpopular Opinion

    Unpopular Opinion

    Wine is a drink best served happy.
  • Cheryl E Preston
    Published 3 months ago
    My Unusual Relationship With Alcoholic Beverages

    My Unusual Relationship With Alcoholic Beverages

    The first time I was given a can of beer, I was 16 years old. I was at a party at the home of younger friend where everyone was drinking. I was seated on the stair steps as I took a few sips. I had only consumed half the can when I stood up.There was ringing in my ears and sounds were muffled. There was also a sensation of things around me seeming to fade as if I were going to black out. I had experience these same situation once before, at age 14. I was being injected with substances to find out what I was allergic to, when the ringing in the ears and sensation of blacking out came upon me.
  • VT
    Published 7 months ago
    60 Days of Sobriety as Told Through My Journal

    60 Days of Sobriety as Told Through My Journal

    “So, why aren’t you drinking again?” As if we’ve discussed it before. We have not.
  • Choice Words by Chantelle
    Published 8 months ago
    In Defence of Drinking Alone

    In Defence of Drinking Alone

    Before we begin, a disclaimer: I am not a health blogger. I regularly eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast, and I think Tortilla Chips with cheese on them is a completely acceptable meal to eat in bed. I will not ever be the person you come to for tips on the 5:2 diet, and I roll my eyes whenever I hear the phrase ‘gluten-free.’ I sometimes eat salad, I often eat cheese, and when my friends text me incessantly enough I go to spin classes and complain the entire time. I do not understand quinoa, and I will throw things at you if you call any food ‘super.’ Also, wine is joy.
  • Emily Christyson
    Published 9 months ago
    Getting Sober at 28

    Getting Sober at 28

    I never thought I would be an advocate for AA, for recovery, for sobriety. Let’s be honest—I never thought sobriety, recovery, or AA would be in my life—especially not at 28—but here we are.
  • Colorful Chaotic
    Published 9 months ago
    Warm Embrace

    Warm Embrace

    I never believed I would fall in love, or desire the presence of another, but I stand corrected.
  • Ann King
    Published 11 months ago
    When You Can't Save Them from Themselves

    When You Can't Save Them from Themselves

    If you or anyone close to you are dealing with an alcoholic then you most likely know what it means to hear "you can save them." No truer four words have ever been spoken.
  • Ashley Peterson
    Published about a year ago
    Drinking and Depressing

    Drinking and Depressing

    I think that for the most part I have a pretty healthy relationship with alcohol. I grew up in a home where drinking meant a beer or two or a glass of wine here and there. My parents gave me small sips to try, and I couldn't stand the stuff.