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Exemplary
The superego’s unvarying verdict: you have failed, you deserve it, get over it! Stay in your own psychotic micro-enclave, opining about enactment...
Fraser Gehrig after a dirty bump
Under floodlight he is beautiful a jacked and tanned bench presser who in preparation small stepped on buffalo grass to hear the...
For my ex (an unforgiving poem)
Trust me when I wished you an eventful summer by which I meant processing yourself like a tardy Microsoft update You will...
December 27
Sundown’s skies are warm like a picnic – scuffs of cloud like shiny scarabs jewelled into the evening’s tide. I sit...
picker
light’s tacked to the window i want it to pick at me eat me like fairy floss or a scab you say...
Mapping my queer lineage
When I graduated from high school, I was finally free to leave – to venture beyond the borders and confinements of my small town to search for something I inherently knew was missing from my life. And so, at seventeen years of age, I sped down the well-worn Carnarvon Highway towards an uncertain future.
The return of the femcel
Where male incels blame feminism for their inability to get laid, femcels identify misogyny, power imbalances and unrealistic beauty standards as the cause of their struggles. Unlike previous waves of political lesbianism, the #femcelrights movement to opt out of sexual relations with men is more of a signal than a concrete commitment.
Real men eat meat
Men eat meat. And if a man does not, his masculinity will be in question; emasculation shall be his malnourishment. Many of us today mock the ‘real men eat meat’ refrain. Yet society still insists that meat consumption is a marker of manliness – and the redder the meat, the manlier the man.
No place like home
There are more than 4.4 million disabled people in Australia. We constitute 18 per cent of the population, and over 90 per cent of us live in private dwellings. Yet only 5 per cent of private houses built here meet national accessibility standards.
Being David Cohen
Recently, I typed ‘David Cohen’ into Google Books, just for the modest thrill of seeing my name appear. The thrill quickly gave way to dismay when I saw how many other writers there are named David Cohen: dozens of the bastards.
To speak or not to speak
What does silence say about our views, the way we use our platforms, our moral capacities, our ethics, our willingness to be silenced or the (always unstated) pecuniary and reputational purposes for which many use public social media profiles? It’s also helpful to consider the implications of silence.
Mix ’n’ mash
There's a huge amount of luck and discovery involved with the collage technique where – if it’s not reaching the randomness of aleatory music – it’s pretty darn close to genuine randomness and dumb luck.
