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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ECHIDNA GOES OUT ON THE TOWN; MEETS TYPHON
essa may ranapiri (Ngāti Raukawa | takatāpui; they/them/theirs) is a poet from Kirikiriroa, Aotearoa. They have words…
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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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A non binary poem
After Catherine B. Kraus Requires stamina and poise to identify….It aims for illegibility…. A sexy non-linearity! And it RESENTS your assumptions and tired…
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Some things I have done and some things and some things that have happened to me in Sydney: the things later on
I started teaching my new Intermediate English class. We played a game to practise the future tense. We went around in a circle and…
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how to eat in public
CW: disordered eating I’m sitting on a peak-hour train with pickle juice running down my wrists and everyone is staring. It’s not what…
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Pain is the Color of White
a man stepping on a cockroach finds that, instead of a wet red, what scatters is white. cinematic renditions of atomic bombs show…
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Mapping out The O.C.
To keep going I watch The O.C. I was eleven when it first aired in Australia, back when I lived in a pale pink house…
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