Jun
2010 20
2010 20
Of Dogs and Dialects
I am Vietnamese-Australian, yet I speak English better than any other language. All my reading, writing and thinking is limited to combinations and permutations of the twenty-six lettered Roman alphabet. So do I still have use for another language? As a little girl, I saw language as a burden. When I was ten years old, ...
Jun
2010 20
2010 20
Shu Yi
1989, and the hottest summer on record, at least since I’d been born. Salt ‘n’ Pepa were all over the airways and in our tiny suburb, between crimping fringes and rearranging fluoro bobby socks, all of the other third-grade girls were singing let’s talk about sex. We didn’t realise the real revolution wasn’t bumping and ...
Jun
2010 20
2010 20
Letter to John Safran: About the two-headed beast
I get it, I really do. I saw your tv episode about being Jewish and feeling attracted to Asian women. I understand your conflicting feelings...
Jun
2010 20
2010 20
Poetry
Poetry by Liang Yu-Jing, Matt Hetherington, Maxine Beneba Clarke and Susan Hawthorne...
Jun
2010 20
2010 20
Interview with Daniel Lee
Daniel Lee has always been fascinated by the relationship between humans and animals...
Jun
2010 20
2010 20
The Impossible Princess
To win Thailand’s biggest transsexual beauty pageant, you need a number of near-impossible things on your side. It helps if you’re tall, although big hands and feet are a minus. You’ll be told you need to look “natural”, even though organisers and judges have been known to pull contestants aside, and encourage them to undertake ...
Jun
2010 20
2010 20
Interview with Owen Leong
Owen Leong’s solo exhibition Birthmark recently opened at Anna Pappas Gallery in Prahran, Melbourne. In Birthmark, twelve half-human, half-creature photographic portraits are displayed along the walls of the gallery. Their gazes resist an easy reading, their commonality their shared Asian-Australian identities and the Australian native moths...
Jun
2010 2
2010 2
Guest House
When the man climbed out of the ute I picked up my backpack, dusted off my shorts and walked over. ‘Meghan?’ His accent was Australian, his eyes green with flecks of yellow. I stuck out my hand and we shook. He took my backpack and hauled it into the back. Town after dusty town whizzed ...
