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GOMA’s newest exhibition, Wonderstruck, is a presentation of artworks by major Australian and international artists as a journey through six themes of wonder. Officially opened with a vibrant two-day festival (June 28–29), the show is perfectly timed for school holidays. Curators Tamsin Cull and Laura Mudge describe it as a call to notice the awe […]
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The world is fucked up. Israel’s genocide in Gaza continues to rage on unchallenged by western leaders, ICE agents are operating as a virtual Gestapo in America as they abduct and deport anyone who dares to criticise the Trump regime, and far right rhetoric is seemingly on the rise everywhere we turn. If ever we […]
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On the 9th of June, Greta Thunberg and the 11 other activists aboard the Freedom Flotilla were abducted by the IDF. This outrageous and illegal arrest received no comment from Albanese. Students for Palestine called protests across the country, and just hours after the abduction, hundreds in Brisbane rallied in opposition, demanding their release. The […]
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The primary subtractive colours of cyan, magenta, and yellow can be mixed to create all the colours of the rainbow. For our Queer Edition, I’m gifting you birdies proudly displaying these colours. Cyan – Superb Fairywren (Malurus cyaneus) A recently-published study, ‘Personality predicts song complexity in superb fairy-wrens’, reveals that superb fairywrens’ beautiful songs hold […]
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“Butch is masculinity without men, femininity without compromise, and queerness without apology”. If you’ve been in lesbian circles lately, or especially if you’ve tried dating as a lesbian, you’ve probably heard people joke about the “masc shortage”. Well, if we’re facing a masc shortage, then we’re in the midst of an all-out Butch Crisis. But […]
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So here we are at last, our final dinner taken ‘neath dripping, blurry candlelight Across the table, through the sandstorm, you seek my eye Words are grains of sand, falling Words that have already met with silence For the sake of an easy farewell when before you rose from my arms and were gone … […]
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Dig. That’s the first thing they say to me, When I wake in that muddy field, Dig. They press a shovel to my chest, It’s rough wood, heavy and cruel in my new hands. Dig. They say once more, I do not know anything else but – Dig. The earth had birthed […]
Continue ReadingBetween F and M And warnings that Deviation May betray my safety in certain countries, I choose ‘other’, Unspecified, Undetermined. I *am* other. I am outside and both And nothing all at once and Fluctuating // deviating From expectations: From the ‘safe’ route. X is who I am. I am willing to forfeit my ease […]
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Anxious. Nauseous. Terrified. Do I cancel? Nice pants and a button up. Big black combat boots. My nice underwear; the ones with dinosaurs on them, neon red and black; make my arse look phenomenal. Most realistic packer. Strap-on in the backpack. Just in case. Black eyeliner. A gold chain? No chain. A ring. Or two. […]
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I The body I call home isn’t mine. Nor was it ever, it was destined to be deemed public property And handled with such disregard for its being Measured solely by its desirability details And the displeasing flaws that draw the eye The strangers eye is one of assessment With it only to judge your […]
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