Tagged: queerness
F🤬ck (your) demons + find community
On finding and trusting my voice, coming out, being scared, being safe and being heard…
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Draw me like one of your French girls
On life drawing, learning to love my body and getting naked in my mate’s basement
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The queer alchemy of queer and trans health and healing
There’s a current of queerness running through the definition of alchemy: 1. a power or process that changes or transforms something in a mysterious or impressive way; 2. an inexplicable or mysterious transmuting. Queer and trans people are alchemists. We are mysterious, impressive, inexplicable and powerful. We are skilled in the art of transformation. – Zena Sharman, Queer Alchemy: Perverting the Health System, Fighting to Win
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Three magickal anthologies about witchcraft
Samhain is upon us once again, so I’m sharing three of my favourite essay collections about witchcraft and magick…
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My debut novel came out
Dear Neighbour is finally out in the world! It’s taken me the past fortnight to come back down to earth after a brilliant launch event for it, where I had the beautifully affirming experience of being in a room with so many of my family, friends, creative idols and extended community. And mate, it was joyful af.
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Rainbows and riots: queer reading recommendations for Pride 2023
Pride is a protest, baby, and it happens all year round. But in the meantime, summer is here and so is pride season, so here’s some queer essays I’ve loved reading recently…
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Queer utopias and mutual care
In the little box room study where I do my writing hangs a banner from Black Lodge Press. QUEER UTOPIAS ARE NOT FANTASIES, it says. QUEER UTOPIAS ARE NECESSITIES. And at a time when things feels far closer to dystopia than utopia, that’s something that’s been playing on my mind. I’ve been thinking a lot about the necessity of mutual care, and how we look after each other when times are tough. ​
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On darkness and light: winter to summer solstice
Let’s rewind to six months ago. Deepest, darkest December. It’s bitterly cold and black outside. My alarm goes off, signalling 6am, and I creep out of the bedroom so I don’t wake my partner, then put on the clothes I’ve collected in the bathroom the night before.
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