The Australian National University's intersectional feminist magazine.
Some wildly juicy stories emerged from the Fifty Shades phenomenon, saucy and embarrassing alike. But what really left me gasping, so to speak, was the lack of education, shared both by the author, E. L James, and my friends, about safe BDSM practices.
Fat liberation has taught me that rooting self-worth in fatphobia and the desire to be skinny will never benefit anyone (including people who are skinny) because it is a never-ending race to the bottom.
“While code-switching may be fun for some, it is an unfortunate necessity for others.”
Why do we prolong the inevitable by overlooking the subtle or not-so-subtle signs of a dickhead? I have a hunch.
My moonstone ring was bought when I was soul searching and needed balance, and my necklace was a gift from a dear friend which reminds me that we are all connected. My tattoo was also born out of my love, my femininity, my beliefs—it is an unfinished body, an unfinished writing of culture.
It was puzzling. Even as I read other works of fiction and academic writing, ‘The Coconut Children’ stood out even more to me. I began to see that my obsession for the book came from a need to continuously re-experience the narrative, because it was the first book in mainstream Australian fiction I had read where I could see myself and my history being reflected.
Period-related illnesses, conditions, and issues are still a taboo for most despite their relevance and potential severity if ignored.
Women around the globe are enthralled by rising signs, moon signs, whether they’re a fire or an air sign, whilst men roll their eyes. Why is that the case?
When I went to the hope-themed festival and stood in front of Parliament House, I laughed. I was standing beneath a light display of the first Members of Parliament for Australia; 40 portraits of white men towering over me. In the whole display, there was not a single picture of a woman or person of colour.
From Instagram memes to natal charts, astrology has had a long and unspoken sense of prominence in many people’s searches for identity. Is there any value in turning to the occult for answers?