The Wearing of Anger

I used to get angry about issues. Offended by injustices and unrest and inequalities. About seeing anything or anyone seen as “other” treated with varying degrees of shabbiness. Ideologically, I think on the left. But I’ve never been much of an activist or an agitator. In 2015, I went to a marriage equality rally in the city. The crowd spooked me, and I found the whole experience unsatisfying. Not for what it was trying to achieve, but just in how I couldn’t wholly engage with it. That was the last time I attended a rally of any sort. When the Womens’ Marches were taking place across the United States earlier this year, I was thrilled by the scenes whilst apprehensive about getting too caugh

The Edge of the Island

The island before sunset was a vision of blue, gold and white; a brilliant sky above an ocean that shone golden, crashing into the rocks standing high out of the water. The sound of the ocean was met with the cries of birds that hovered overhead, hanging in the air as though bound to the earth with an invisible twine. Above the craggy, pale rocks, a young woman travelled alone along a path of crumbled stone, hair swirling in the saline wind. Her tunic was streaked with dust and crisp with salt, and at her hip a small satchel hung from a soft leather strap. As she walked she kept her eyes on the line of trees to her side, as though waiting for the shadows within it to shift suddenly. Though t

A Criticism of Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminism

The recent rise in the visibility of transgender people has led feminist communities to challenge and re-conceptualise ideas about gender. The intersectional feminist movement has sought to be more inclusive by acknowledging the interactions between racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, transphobia, and gender. However, many feminist theorists who were critical to second-wave feminism feel the need to protect an essentialist view of gender, particularly what it means to be a woman. This resistance often occurs in the form of aggressively anti-trans rhetoric by theorists such as Janice Raymond and Germaine Greer. Trans-Exclusionary Radical Feminists (TERFs), such as Raymond and Greer have bee

The Double-Edged Sword of Storytelling

[Content Warning: Sexual assault] A disturbing trend has emerged in conjunction with the rise of provocative storytelling, particularly in television and, to a lesser extent, in film. The trend is not necessarily the decisions made by their writers, but more in the reactions to them. In a landscape where popular stories are darker tonally and greyer morally than they have been in recent memory, I have noticed audiences, critics, and the like starting to reject the power of the writer to make bold storytelling choices; killing characters, or making story-lines more challenging or difficult. I am firmly against the idea that writers should not be allowed to go down the controversial or even ta

Warm Cider

She’s recording names from bogged beings, borrowing together some species of a story, stealing all rank, title, means, from grave markers and, although alone, the suggestion of another snatches her, under a wounded lamppost’s shadow, under which slender fingers crack, limbs quake, peers up, stupid girl, and again down, sodden shoulders, dripping lips, brow furrowed. That’s what they like about her, a weight carried, of a neat thing she’s a sallow version. She then hangs against gates, which guard a concrete throne, and there’s never, ever been a more educational excursion, and ah, how bent her blister of a notebook, ah, how muddy the knees, muddier the mind, how unturned the k

A Self-publishing Journey - Part 6

Yesterday was the day I hoped would not come. I received a very nice letter from Kindle thanking me for my participation in the Kindle Scout Program, but saying that Remission had not been selected for publication. I can’t say that it doesn’t smart, because it does. Today, having slept on it, writing a post about it seems like the best way to pick myself up and dust myself off. So where am I? I had hoped that they would take it for several reasons. Obviously I was after the independent recognition and also hoped to avoid a very public ‘fail’. Another thing I wanted was for someone else to make a decision on the monetary worth of my work. I spent most of yesterday fretting about this. A night

I bought a book of Wordsworth

I bought a book of Wordsworth that one hundred and thirty years ago was given as a gift on Christmas Day which I am told was a sultry Wednesday by the man on my computer screen and the inscription reads Dear Violet but says nothing further, as if the words of Wordsworth expressed affection more than anything its buyer could write themselves. When the volume was twenty-six years old a sister of nine called Violet Jessop lived through the sinking of the Titanic, the second of three shipwrecks she survived to later die in a hospital bed: congestive heart failure at eighty-three. If she’d caught a glimpse of that dusty book in its cardboard box, would she have picked it up? In nine

LadyNerd 2: Game of Nerds

The room was dark and the crowd eager when she appeared: LadyNerd Keira Daley, ready to teach. Accompanied by her pianist sidekick Mark Chamberlain, Keira burst into song, introducing the concept of LadyNerds; the women who activated history and explored the unknown, all facing obstacles but overcoming them with willpower, skill, and wit. LadyNerd 2: Game of Nerds premiered at the close of Fringe World 2017, in the Shambles Theatre, and what a way for the festival to end: with an 8-bit bang. The show was a sequel to Keira’s previous show LadyNerd, a “musical comedy that celebrates history’s finest brainiacs,” that won Sydney Fringe 2011’s Award for Excellence. The cabaret’s sequel set itself

A Self-publishing Journey - Part 5

By this point, two days from the end of the campaign, I had hoped that Remission would be ‘Hot and Trending’ again. This seems to happen with quite a few books when they’ve fallen away. They have one final fling at the end when people who’ve earmarked it finally put a nomination on it and send it back up. This is based on guesswork of course. It seems to me that seasoned Scouters would probably save books they are interested in for later in order to use their nominations as often as possible and so increase their chances of nominating a winning book. You get given three nominations that can be used at any one time. Once you have placed one on a book, you can’t use it anywhere else unless eit

The Contradiction of Diving In

We ask each other: “What does it mean to be afraid of new and unfamiliar experiences?” The answer to that question is simple enough. It means we’re afraid of leaving our comfort zone, and therefore that we actually don’t want to partake in an unfamiliar experience. We’re just fine sticking where we are, away from the edge of the cliff and the swirling waters below. But this question is not far away from being the real question, with some amendments, and the real question is one that I ask myself as part of the constant inner monologue about my personal contradictions. "What does it mean if you want a new experience, but you also want it to be familiar at the same time?" The answer to this qu

We acknowledge the past, present and emerging traditional owners of the land on which we live and work, the Wadjuk people of the Noongar nation and acknowledge that sovereignty was never ceded.

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