Am I a stereotype?- Max Fox
By Max Fox “I’m gay but I’m not feminine” “I’m gay but I like beer” “I’m gay but I don’t let that define me” That’s the one statement I just can’t reconcile. Queer people have different stories, journeys, values,…
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Snakes on a Plane: Struggling with Transphobia at 30,000 Feet – Em Readman
By Em Readman The flight from Brisbane to Perth takes about five hours. The seats are uncomfortable, the movies are pretty good, and the vegetarian meals are hit or miss. I take this flight pretty often to visit my family, so it’s…
I Am Non-Binary- Tyler Smith
By Tyler Smith Dust motes sail softly through the strained sunlight illuminating my bedroom. A fan whirs, pushing the unkept curls across my forehead in regular intervals. The unmistakeable smell of burnt toast comes from downstairs, and my aunt swears.…
[Untitled]- Julian Trueman
By Julian Trueman It takes a special kind of strange, she thinks, to be this useless. Ava wraps her fingers around the coffee mug and considers her options. There, two rows in front and three chairs to the left, is…
[Untitled]- Jes Schefe
By Jes Schefe *Trigger Warning: Contains self harm* A constant poison that had always filled me with venom, my mind had regularly betrayed me. I was as much of a patient there as anyone else, but in the beginning, I had moxie.…
Glazed Over- Amanda Thomas
By Amanda Thomas Mum’s eyes flicked. Road to dash clock. “We’re going to be late.” “I told you it takes thirty minutes to get there.” I gazed past the glass. Trees swept beside us on the highway. Branches curled inward in the wind. “No, you didn’t.” “I told you yesterday. When we were…
Worthy- J A Lightfoot
By J A Lightfoot You are worthy. You are worthy of love. You are worthy of your love. You are loved. You are loved and worthy. You are loved and worthy and cherished. You are stronger. You are stronger…
Remember- Sophie Farmer
By Sophie Farmer I remember the advent of attraction. Her. Staring, unable to look away. Jeans and a t-shirt, effortlessly cool. A unicorn in a one-horse town. Who was she? I remember curiosity and fear and longing and youthful ignorance…
