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When I first started recovery, I imagined it would feel like finally being at peace. Soft music, herbal tea, long walks by the Yarra. What I did not expect was…
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Bisexual people are everywhere in queer communities, yet our stories often disappear when media decides what queerness is supposed to look like. A character…
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For years I treated my body's rhythms like a problem to solve. My cycle arrived when it wanted, my energy swung between manic weeks and bleary ones, and I kept…