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Or maybe it’s not the fact of ‘gayness’ itself that’s cool, but the cultural cachet earned from having gay people in your social circle, however tenuous or protracted that proximity might be?
My dance with the Pink Masked Woman was my access point into a side of my feminine that had been curled into a ball, rolling from place to place.
They say snakes are an evolutionary asset to human beings.
Six weeks ago, the world blurred around me and my green chariot. The whirring motor drove me, brilliant and impulsive, through the humming darkness of a summer’s night.
Six weeks ago, the world blurred around me and my green chariot. The whirring motor drove me, brilliant and impulsive, through the humming darkness of a summer’s night.
After interacting with the most pompous security guards on Earth, having their bags searched as though they are about to embark on an international flight, and parting ways with €12.50, they finally enter the museum.
She could imagine the scene outside. The younger kids would be kicking around a ball, careful to not shoot it out of the tree-goalposts and directly into the pond.
The Greek diaspora reminds me of the olives that have fallen around the trunk of my olive tree. Some have fallen on their own, others in aging clusters.
We hear the message that we are not on track, we have missed the deadline, there is no turning back. These ideas build on a narrative which is cloaked in familiar rhetorical patterns and continues to serve corporate interests, centring on the idea that technological innovation will shape our future, somehow transcending the bounds of the planet’s finite resources.
As this performance explored the common myth of the changeling baby, it interrogated the way that myths justify the othering of individuals who live outside of social norms…
I have spent the past two to three years of my life being Sydney’s biggest Italo Calvino shill.
As I became older and five cents became an unappealing amount of money to receive for the arduous task of searching for tiny green caterpillars, I no longer wanted to help my mum.
I’m being fed this creator’s short form videos where he turns his New York apartment into a makeshift cafe, baking sweet and savoury treats once a month for his friends and neighbours.
It’s blue and wriggling. Why is it wriggling? Turn it off, I pray, please let it die.
“Is it freaking you out that this goes in my butt?”
“No,” a little, “that’s awesome, I’ve just never seen one for real… before.”
He presses it to my leg and I feel a trembling in my bones.
Did someone ask you who your favourite philosopher was? Did you get stuck thinking of a name equally pretentious and performative? Answer these questions to find out what your Subway order can reveal. Instant ostentation, no thinking needed!
We can only run as a hobby because modern society has no need for our bodies. Effort loses its productive value and now belongs to the domain of recreation.
Our thirst for subculture has not been quenched, but finds new pathways to flow, as liquid as ever.
Sure, my first-year Gender Studies lecture was like my Hinge explore feed come to life, but I wanted more. I wanted something different. I wanted… a soccer player.
“Communicating with ghosts is a display of radical empathy, a oneness with everything.”
“If AI can mimic our mind, the thing that sets humanity apart is the body. We must affirm the biological, the physical, the muddy and the messy.”
Nothing is more boring than other people’s dreams. Except when they’re mine. Since starting Fluoxetine, my dreams have been crazy. Before I started medication, I asked everyone I knew who had taken SSRIs about their experiences with side-effects. Nobody mentioned dreams.
“This scepticism of charities is actually part of a broader trend of distrust in public institutions, be it NGOs, governments, news outlets, and pharmaceutical companies. It’s a lack of transparency that has allowed this distrust to fester.”
“The improviser, that loafing, cocky, impulsive thing, who shamelessly indulges in one of the purest modes of creative play — of total absorption in the present. How magical! How disgusting.”
“For Australia to become truly free, it must cease to exist in its current form. A Blak socialist future envisions a society where land and people are no longer commodities but kin, where power flows from the wisdom of Elders and the collective strength of communities.”
“I started to see The Admin in all my friends, everyone at every function, in every person I passed on King Street. I knew I had to uncover the uncoverable. I had to find the true face of The Admin of the famously anonymous @newtown.affirmations.”
“All the objects that have passed through it are connected like a great fungal mind or a coral reef. In constant exchange with you and your housemates, the sharehouse becomes itself.”
My problem is not with staying informed. I am asking you to consider who you pay your attention-currency to. Traditional mass media and public service media are years behind the quality and reach of online-only news outlets like The Daily Aus or Impact. Being aware of world issues has shifted from an expectation to a strange, gatekept knowledge-club.
PULP is established on the sovereign land of the Gadigal People of the Eora Nation. We pay our respects to Elders past and present, as well as Indigenous members of our creative community.
We respect the knowledge and customs that traditional Elders and Aboriginal People have passed down, from generation to generation.
We acknowledge the historical and continued violence and dispossession against First Nations Peoples. 'Australia' and its many institutions, including this University, are founded on the very same violence and dispossession. As editors, we will always stand in solidarity with First Nations led processes of decolonisation, reflected in the substance and practice of this magazine.
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