The Australian National University's intersectional feminist magazine.
Reconciling these histories with my own existence here in Australia is surreal. I suppose it’s the jarring feeling of real people being delegated to some overarching label; of complex societies and cultures being summarised in a term; of a set of conflicts defined to a time period.
It’s time to step up and make tangible change, ANU. More needs to be done to keep us safe on campus.
We all know that men seem to just have *the audacity*: a quality apparently inherent to the fabric of the straight-white-male biology.
The drawings came from a state of bliss and expansion, the type of clarity and creativity that would come about after orgasms.
“Saint Sebastian, I have many things to confess.”
It never occurred to me that photography could exist so close to home.
“It is still frowned upon for women to have multiple sexual partners – but there are also a plethora of contradictions that come with it.”
“I thought that if you could leave and learn and see beyond your own back fence you were somehow no longer trapped like cattle in the run.”
“I should be an amoeba.”
“closing her eyes as their lips meet / she can taste her desperation / desperate to forget the boys who came before”.