Words and images by Angus Bell Young //
Despite the claims, we never really lost dancing – how could something so primal, so eternal, ever truly vanish? If the pulse of Troye Sivan’s Something To Give Each Other tour is any indication, that answer is clear. We merely forgot its brilliance until it thundered back into our lives, radiant and alive, as Sivan landed back on home soil in the wake of his triple-ARIA triumph, to witness this was to remember that anthems meant for movement—songs crafted for sweat-soaked euphoria and uninhibited joy—are not just popular; they are sacred.

The show opened as if the heavens themselves had torn asunder to reveal a rush of queer divinity. Backed by a dance chorus so taut and charged they seemed to shimmer with a sexual electricity, Sivan invited us to bask in the opulence of his universe. The Sydney Opera House, stalwart and iconic, stood witness to this rhapsody of identity and liberation. “Are there any gay people here?” Sivan asked. The audience roared—not in answer, but in affirmation. Of course there were. This was not just a concert; it was a sanctuary, a sermon delivered to gays with cropped shirts and pubic hair, curated to distill the essence of queerness into its most raw, sweaty, and saccharine form. Oh, and the faint waft of jungle juice that cooled the night.

Each song unfurled like a page from Sivan’s diary, the setlist a love letter to intimate moments—tender, ferocious, messy, and divine. His vocals invited us to dance with our own insecurities, to twirl our doubts under a strobe light until they dissolved into the sticky, joyous mass of bodies moving in unison. With every note, he stood not just as an artist but as an emblem: a beacon for anyone who has ever felt their edges fray under the weight of uncertainty.

Troye Sivan, whose mastery of the internet’s gaze has made him a myth of our time, did not simply stand on that stage—he owned it, like a modern-day Apollo wielding his microphone as a lyre. And in his presence, we were not just entertained; we were baptised in light, in sound, in the undeniable truth that to love oneself is to triumph over the world.

We carried with us not just memories but fragments of something ineffable: the fierce, joyful, and unrelenting spirit of queer communion. And in that, perhaps, we found a piece of ourselves we didn’t know we had been missing.

Check out the highlights in the gallery above.