“I am in awe of Palestinian women. I have never seen such extraordinary patience, resilience and love for family.” Samah Sabawi chats to Archer Magazine.

Queer admin is about refusing to be forced into categories you don’t belong in. It’s squeezing your identity onto the side of an A4 registration form.

My sense of beauty remains hazy, haunted by the spectre of revolutionary China: a world I know intimately and yet not at all.

I have not known miscarriage or baby loss. But this image, of a mother waking up to exile from her child, her entire body flung, is deeply familiar and deeply consoling.

If you are an Aboriginal child whose parents have been criminalised, police officers see you as a criminal, too.

If I don’t avoid everything French, it feels like I’m endorsing the country that causes my communities so much misery.

I can see a future reflected in the community around me; it makes the rainbow family dream I birthed this babe into feel possible again.

There’s no guidebook for parenting, much less queer or feminist parenting, but I’m proud to belong to a generation that is muddling through.

Yen-Rong Wong talks about her new book, Me, Her, Us, exploring race, sex, pleasure, kink, familial expectation and identity.

Queer platonic intimacy is thus the haunting spectre of a love that does nothing but simply exist. Our love for one another doesn’t do the work for capitalism.

In this painful moment, I saw the beauty of my own culture like never before. This was the best way to celebrate my grandmother’s life, as she was the strongest and bravest woman I had ever known.

Finding people who honor your full self is not easy, but when you do, you have begun relearning love, you have found chosen family.

Although the pace of change has been slow, I’ve started to notice the ways that marriage equality is changing the wedding industry.

Love thy holy trinity: in the name of the clitoris, the vagina and the holy vulva – amen… And that’s how you masturbate in Campbelltown.

As 2022 comes to a close, we can’t help but get reflective and sentimental – cue the smiling single tear emoji – about all the wonderful articles we’ve edited this year.

I think of how my sister and I have nothing shared but suffering – a suffering so fragile and cumbersome it is akin to an antique vase.

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.

In 1990, after divorcing my dad, my mum moved to Brunswick aged 30. Here, she encountered feminist politics and lesbian activism.

Here’s a top 10 list of our editors’ picks for 2021, celebrating some of the incredible articles written by our contributors.

Sheilas documents the ultimate girl gang, exploring the culture and community within numerous all-female motorcycle clubs in Victoria, Australia. The series follows these clubs as they meet at festivals, take rides together, and gather for catchups and other general shenanigans. Taken over the course of several months, Sheilas candidly captures the reality of being a …

Pink is for girls. Blue for boys. It’s the colour cliché we’ve come to expect from children’s clothing. Layered on are gendered clothing prints and styles.

I imagine gender as an enormous structure. Human-made buildings of every kind of architecture, material, and colour imaginable – and unimaginable – sprawling across the landscape. I may be taking the concept of gender as a social construct a bit literally, but the metaphor helps me conceptualise it in all its forms: the binary and …