There’s a documentary series on telly right now in “Australia” – I Was Actually There. In it, people who experienced defining moments in our recent history share their story. The subject of episode 6 is Todd Russell, who was trapped underground alongside Brant Webb in Beaconsfield, lutruwita / Tasmania, when the goldmine they were working…
I’m sitting in a trendy restaurant in Zadar, Croatia, with my parents and older sister: the type that serves truffle pasta and squid ink risotto. Outside, the street is lined with the archways and delicate pillars of Venetian architecture. A pathway dotted with Roman ruins leads to the looming facade of a 9th-century church.
This…
There are reasons there are whole groups online dedicated to sharing the pitfalls and issues one can face when occupying a larger body. There’s a hesitancy in discussing it, as when we talk about weight and size, there’s not a lot of sympathy from people who don’t have to consider these things daily.
My weight…
“I’m here to seduce you,” the dancing woman declares. I’m not sure how to respond, so I giggle nervously. My friends and I have been admiring her for several minutes. We’re in a disco-inspired section of an art exhibition in Tokyo. The artist I’ve been diligently listening to on the audio guide calls the room’s…
Veganism, a growing awareness of biodiversity loss and an increase in consciousness around animal cruelty has meant that our image of hunting these days tends to be negative.
Considering the unnecessary cruelty involved in trophy hunting, shark finning and poaching, often, this reaction seems justified. Humans have a proven track record of adopting harmful hunting…
I’m sitting on a garish, shredded red sofa inside a barber shop that doubles as a women’s-only threading parlour at the back. I’ve just been handed a drooling baby to look after while I wait to fix my bushy eyebrows, which have seriously grown out over the last three months. The last time I went…
I’d never pooed in public. I didn’t want to somehow ever be compared to our former PM Scott Morrison, who shidded himself at Endagine Maccas, allegedly.
I came to discover my family is from a place that is the butt of a nationwide joke: Molise, Italy.
One Month Before Departure
I know I can’t be the first queer person in my family. But as far as I’m aware, I’m the first one who’s out and open.
As of writing, my dad doesn’t know I’m trans. He probably has his suspicions though: leaving breadcrumbs is one of my more satisfying hobbies. Normally…
It was my sister’s 14th birthday party when I first realised my parents' naivety.
Henna ran upstairs wiping mascara-coloured tears with the back of her palm. I turned to see my mum standing with crossed arms, swaying side to side with an uneven smile. When my sister came back downstairs a few minutes later, Mum…
THERES A SHOO TING. WE R HIDING IN BACK OF A STORE
Then I heard dad somewhere, in the open silence.
“Ari! Where is my daughter?”
When I left for Sichuan, China, the last thing I expected was to end up in an obscure hotel, splayed out on a cold marble floor outside a stranger’s room, trying to become Jesus.