Stories about: race
The Voice referendum was about our humanity, but without our voices. It’s time for treaty and truth-telling. It’s time to end Black deaths in custody.
Mo’Ju has amassed critical, commercial and cultural influence. Their latest album Oro, Plata, Mata was released in March 2023.
I’ve found myself in a constant state of limbo, occupying that peculiar grey area of being a mixed-race person in the current divisive racial climate.
Yen-Rong Wong talks about her new book, Me, Her, Us, exploring race, sex, pleasure, kink, familial expectation and identity.
By improving sex education in Nigeria and destigmatising sex as a shameful act, sex may be enjoyed safely, regardless of gender or sexuality.
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.
The heart of this story is a karaoke booth in LA’s Koreatown where four queer Arabs are belting Queen at the top of our lungs.
Finding people who honor your full self is not easy, but when you do, you have begun relearning love, you have found chosen family.
By stepping into the performing arts industry, another challenge became apparent: where are the goddamn trans materials by trans people?!
Being bisexual, just like being a blakfulla, became a solid constant of my identity. Unshakable and unquestionable by those outside of myself.

Mixed-race erasure and racism: Are we ready to talk about brown-skinned experiences?
Even today, decades after September 11 kicked off the profiling of Middle Easterners in the Western world, I question if I have the ‘unsafe’ kind of brown skin.
The way the Batik is tied onto each individual is rooted in tradition, like what you may see in the villages of Malaysia.
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.
I follow a very systematic process for creating my work. The story of Camo all begins with the fabric.
SJ Norman is a writer, artist, and curator who works across performance, installation, text, sculpture, video, and sound. He has won numerous art awards, including a Sidney Myer Creative Fellowship and an Australia Council Fellowship, and was the inaugural winner of the KYD Unpublished Manuscript Award. SJ spoke to Yves Rees about his debut book, …
For a long time, I wondered if it was possible for me to reconcile the Korean part of myself with the Australian bisexual part.
Billy-Ray Belcourt (he/him) is a writer and scholar from the Driftpile Cree Nation. He won the 2018 Griffin Poetry Prize for his debut collection, This Wound Is a World, which was also a finalist for the Governor General’s Literary Award. His second book of poetry, NDN Coping Mechanisms: Notes from the Field, was longlisted for Canada …
I am 28 years old and still can’t say my name properly. This is not from a lack of effort, but due to a deeply ingrained self-consciousness. Theoretically, my name should be easy to say. Two syllables, reasonably phonetic – but every time I say it, it comes out a little different. Image by: Jon Tyson …
The name is Wakim. That’s Wak-eem, not Whack-em. My childhood was filled with tabouli and hummus, and punishment was a smack with the wooden spoon. I’m Lebanese, and my features show it. The thick, curly hair on my head is what most people first notice about me. This hair was a catalyst for breakdowns in …
“No, no, no!” I was playing Chopin’s Etude Opus 25 No. 1 on my teacher’s grand piano, an expansive black instrument that filled the entire room. It twanged discordantly as my fingers fumbled, and I flinched at each reprimand. “Let’s just move on to the Bach and see if that’s any better.” For nearly twenty …
Stone Motherless Cold is a combination of blak excellence and club kid aesthetics, here to celebrate and highlight WOC and blak queerness.
Franz Kafka’s seminal literary work, The Metamorphosis, has crept into my world at three crucial points. It’s tangled with my psyche and influenced the course of my life as an observer, a performer and a writer. I was a naïve and impressionable thirteen-year-old student at an all-boys high school on Sydney’s Northern Beaches when first …