Because I most closely resembled a Middle-Eastern man of all the students in my year, I was asked to be Jesus at the Easter Mass at my Catholic girls' school. Up on stage, I revealed that I was not just a teenage girl wearing a fake beard pretending to be the Son of God. I was the real thing - the brown queer Messiah.

Being the saviour of humanity hasn’t been everything I expected. It turns out that even the Messiah can peak in high school, which is a huge bummer. Sure, I performed some miracles and did some sweet tricks, but my downfall was inevitable.

Later on, I had some disciples who I lived with in a student share house. Like the original Jesus, my disciples deceived me. Was I turned over to the authorities with a kiss from Judas? If only. My disciples chose to have a share house orgy, and did not invite me. So there was definitely no kissing involved.

This show is about my ascension and my betrayal, all of which happened in the second-best coastal steel town in New South Wales during the noughties.