Auntie
The sun flashes through gap-toothed pines. Cottonwood seeds wheel over the white roof of the supermarket, hitting the windows of the cars that rip…
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The Atavistic Tendencies of Kmart
It is a universally acknowledged truth that Kmart brings out the worst in people. And I am not immune to the powers of its…
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Sweet Enough Already
I’m at an interview in Eastbourne, Wellington, saying: I moved here a few months ago and I’m taking some time off uni. I don’t…
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Alone
I squeeze my left hand into a fist and look away as the phlebotomist tightens the tourniquet and comes towards me with the needle….
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Don’t @ Me (An Internal Monologue): December
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a cis, demisexual woman navigating the world in a nontraditional body? In this ongoing column,…
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Some things I have done and some things that have happened to me in Sydney: the things a little while ago
I got invited to a party by someone I had met once at another party in Melbourne. I didn’t want to go but I…
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Don’t @ Me (An Interior Monologue): November
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a cis, demisexual woman navigating the world in a nontraditional body? In this ongoing column,…
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Some things I have done and some things and some things that have happened to me in Sydney: the things after the things later on
Vinicius asked me why people always looked at us on the street and I asked him if they did. I started looking at people…
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Blossoms
CW: Child sexual abuse The pyjamas were pink satin, with a cherry blossom print. The shirt was fastened with Chinese button knots;…
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