Thought
I Wish My Cat Liked Me
I wish my cat liked me. I wish she lit up and meowed when she heard me call her name. I wish she ran to me in the morning or…
What Sylvia Plath and My Friends Have in Common
The most self-indulgent whinge in 2025 is dedicated to 20-somethings panicking about what their life purpose is and how they should be spending their time. In Australia, the majority of…
“One of the girls”: How queer men perpetuate patriarchy
“I need to piss!” my friend shouts over the screaming music. We’re at a gay club on Oxford Street. She grabs my hand and, like the last squeeze of toothpaste,…
The Radical Nature of Women’s Spaces
A few years ago, when I was solo travelling the world and crossing paths with women travellers who felt like sisters, I would tell them about my glorious secret dream.…
White Hippies and Cultural Appropriation
I sit in a rustic wooden house adorned with ornaments from South Asia in the middle of the wilderness in Bulgaria. It is a chilly night but inside, the atmosphere…
Being a Brown Backpacker in a Sea of White
I walk into a hostel in Italy and the common room is filled with people for the free dinner. I scan the room quickly. There is one other person of…
Colour of Hyphens
My daughter asked me if she is white. As her brother tried to answer the question, looking at his colouring pencils and bringing his own arm closer to hers, my…