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We might recognise this as compulsory heterosexuality. I knew it was not exactly what was expected of me, to be warm in the hush of her bed.
For Non-Binary People’s Day, we wanted to round up some of the pieces from over the years by the non-binary writers in our Archer community.
The way the Batik is tied onto each individual is rooted in tradition, like what you may see in the villages of Malaysia.
I had ideas that liberation was possible, but I never felt truly comfortable with my body until I started taking pictures of other fat bodies.
My characters are genderless, stunning creatures. They are not afraid to talk about what really needs to be talked about.
My black hair is proof. It’s an emblem in the same way that I have a shaved undercut on the sides of my head to signal and show my queerness.
Queerplatonic relationships offer a framework for bending the rules of traditional heteronormative and amatonormative relationships.
I don’t need labels to remind me of that, or to tell others who I am. Don’t stick one on me. It will slide right off.
I imagined the spirit of a motel in that area at that time – something a little bit unsanitary, poorly lit and certainly not very expensive.
I quickly begin to desperately miss my body hair, now seeing it for its truth – it has been my armour. It has shaped and corseted my frame.
It became apparent why the way women’s sport is participated in and played resonates so deeply with me: it is so critically important.
We are excited to announce Archer Magazine issue #17: the HOME issue!
I follow a very systematic process for creating my work. The story of Camo all begins with the fabric.
I thought I was going to repair the picket fence, but it turns out I was repairing myself.
Gender Euphoria didn’t just connect us with the audience – it allowed people to connect to their own self.
This envy is often what I feel for people who possess a kind of a queer competence and sophistication that I feel I do not.
It’s a visual example of how old and new can bond together to create something cohesive and beautiful in even the most challenging circumstances.
The first time I discovered period sex, it was impromptu and with someone I loved. I was really aroused by the idea of it.
As I sat in the hospital courtyard, I often considered how many patients may have had undiagnosed ARFID.
I always came back to porn. I started to repress any frightened part of my brain in order to keep up with Pornhub. I was completely desensitised.
In 1990, after divorcing my dad, my mum moved to Brunswick aged 30. Here, she encountered feminist politics and lesbian activism.
Queer spaces are necessary globally, not just in Tasmania. Loud, proud, beautiful queer spaces.