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Babysitting in Beauty Parlours
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…
October 5, 2024
Japan Story UK
Capital T(okyo)
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…
August 12, 2024
Afghanistan Australia Story
First-Generation Guilt
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…
July 29, 2024
Story Thailand
Dirty Knickers
I am plagued by dirty knickers. Not those lingering in the washing basket for weeks because you’ve had “no time” to do the laundry, nor the pair you’re wearing to spare the Uber driver a flash of your still-engorged clitoris after a one-nighter. I’m haunted by these underwear because they’ve been smothering my crotch…
April 25, 2024
Japan Story
A Cat Lady in Tokyo
Traditionally, being a cat lady means living in a house that always smells of Fancy Feast tinned food and not owning a single piece of clothing devoid of faux fur. Deeper than that, it’s an insult reserved for unpartnered older women – whatever older means these days – to dismiss them for not fitting the…
April 16, 2024
Australia Story
Loving the Grave Not Yet Dug
A sweat-slicked, overworked deli woman stands before me, arm extended with the weight of poverty and its favourite mystery meat – Devon. With sunken eyes and a tired smile, I get the sense we are both well acquainted with it. My last five dollars is spent and so am I, grocery bags digging into the…
March 7, 2024

Astray is a storytelling project about the world and the Earth.

We’re based out of Lenapehoking / New York City: the homeland of the Lenape. Specifically, we’re in Manhattan: a name that comes from Mannahatta, meaning “island of many hills”. As grateful guests in this city, we recognize the strength and resilience of the Lenape, and extend our reverence to all Indigenous peoples everywhere.