Words by HARRISON JOHNSTONE Art by CASSIE STEVENS
When lame was cool, punks played trumpets and edgy teens expressed themselves through a dance called skanking – third wave ska headlined a decade, checkered suspenders and all.
Words by HARRISON JOHNSTONE Art by CASSIE STEVENS
When lame was cool, punks played trumpets and edgy teens expressed themselves through a dance called skanking – third wave ska headlined a decade, checkered suspenders and all.
Words by MONISHA ISWARAN Art by ELAINE LI
Being the object of an artist’s attention. To anyone who’s interested in creative industries – actors, writers, visual artists – it’s a romantic, idealized notion.
You probably don’t need me to tell you what an insane time it is to explore your sexuality right now.
A little under a year ago, I was diagnosed with coeliac disease. This devastating announcement seemed like the end of the world to me – a die-hard fan of pizza, pasta, pastry, cake, biscuits, scones…you get the idea.
With 50 degree days apparently coming up this summer in Victoria, it’s safe to say cool places are going to be flocked.
Have you ever wanted to be somewhere, just, not here?
I’ve always been what you’d call an expert on the human expression, a creative genius, if you will – not that I’ve ever been one to blow my own trumpet.
… Scrubbing-related pun, something something, Brendan Fraser
When was the last time you praised yourself? When was the last time you praised yourself to someone else – not on text, phone call or Snapchat?
As a transgender man, I am very used to questions. As a disempowered minority, I am just as good at answering them.
Hey you, yes you. Glance down at the blobs and bones you call your body. This is an ode to you and the fantastic human being you really are. Quit blushing and read on to learn some self-lurvin’ tips and tricks.
Let’s be honest, we have all lied at some point in our lives.
Unlike so many, I love it when my friends enter into new relationships.
You know the kind of lady who makes pretty tame mistakes, but then crucifies herself for them? Well, that’s me.
What’s your number? The double entendre I fear the most.
How do you know when a politician is lying? Their lips are moving. I’ve heard this joke more times than I can count.
Here’s hoping that one day their innocent love will break down the institutions that bind them.
At first I thought she might have been on her period but quickly realised what had actually happened – my fabled banjo string had snapped!
‘They’re stealing our jobs,’ has become the famous rhetoric of our population’s dialogue and it’s easy to see why.
Esperanto is on the hunt for some genuine talent to contribute to the HONESTY EDITION. … Honesty Edition Writer Call-Out