Pretty and Sick

cover‘You’re pretty young to be an assassin.’

‘You don’t need to be old.’ She laughs. ‘Though, assassin isn’t really the right word. I’m more of a … jack of all trades.’

‘Some kind of killing renaissance lady, if you will.’

‘Exactly.’

Sera meets Aimee in a nightclub. Aimee’s going to blow up the nightclub. Pretty and Sick is 10k words of them running, kissing each other and killing people. Available now for pay what you want (including $0) on gumroad!

(some NSFW content)

Sticky Institute’s one millionth photocopy party

next friday (the 27th of nov) Sticky Institute are having a SUPER MEGA FUN AWESOME zine launch of many many zines because they just passed their millionth photocopy since they opened in 2011.

There are so many excellent peeps launching stuff, some of whom are very dear friends o mine: Alison Evans  (it me!) ~ Andy Wear ~ Astrid ~ Audrey El-Osta ~ Bloomurder ~ Carla Adams ~ Frank Candiloro ~ Gemma Flack ~ Heard ~ John Stevens ~ Kate Greenaway ~ Katherine Pigott ~ Li-Kim Chuah ~ Luke You ~ Richard Pilkington ~ Samantha Riegl ~ Shane Jesse Christmas ~ Sophie Benjamin ~ Steven J Finch ~ Tegan Webb ~ Thomas Blatchford ~ Tim Ungaro …and more.

… and it’ll be great. If you’re in Melbourne you should definitely come check it out! It’ll be at Sticky, which is in the Degraves subway. you check out the facebook event or their tumblr for more info!!!!

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Long macchiatos and monsters

geekoutSo I have a book coming out today! how neat! It’s part of a collection by Less Than Three Press called Geek Out. Every story is about geeky trans people so naturally it is literally the best collection ever probably.

My story, Long Macchiatos and Monsters, is about Jalen, who is a cute non-binary person who really really likes bad sci-fi movies and is our narrator. They meet P, a too-attractive-for-his-own-good trans man, in a cafe one day after deciding whether or not to skip uni.

The whole story is secretly a love letter to Melbourne.

Melbourne is basically one giant cafe. You leave one cafe and then after a few minutes walking, you stumble into another one. This is why my two main characters meet in a cafe, because there are legit no other places in Melbourne. Everything is a cafe.

lmmb8We in Melbourne are obsessed with coffee for reasons I don’t quite understand, but I am very thankful because it means the coffee is generally great. Even if you don’t drink coffee, you are probably an expert if you live in Melbourne.

A long macchiato here is two shots of espresso with a circle of frothed milk on the top. I also work as a barista, and this is my least favourite kind of coffee to make.

P’s coffee order is a long macchiato because he is a pretentious asshole (In a good way. I do love him). Jalen’s order is a plain an’ simple latte, because they’re not a jerk.

“Can I try it?” I ask.

He raises an eyebrow, grins. “If you’re brave enough.”

We swap coffees and I smell his. Bitter, warm. I take a
sip and oh, god, this was a mistake. It barely touches my tongue before the taste is everywhere. I scrunch up my mouth and we swap back.

“You’re disgusting,” I choke out before  drinking some of mine to wash down the taste.

“You can talk, you milk-drinking pleb.”

We are very serious about coffee here.

You can buy Long Macchiatos and Monsters right [here] if you would like! Less than three dollary dos for a story about super cute hilarious trans cuties kissing that is all secretly about my love of coffee and Melbourne.

ps. Cecil Wilde’s story in the collection, Defying Convention is legit super cute.

That’s so binary

A while ago I was at a queer writers’ event, which really was a lot of fun. I got talking to a woman who was bisexual and I was about to say Hey wow, I’m bi too! Yeah, isn’t being bi great! Because, y’know, the whole world seems to hate bisexual people sometimes and it’s a little wearying (note the lack of any piece of any media ever using the word bisexual to describe a bisexual character, the ‘Oh, but everyone’s bisexual really, when it comes down to it’ from friends who mean well but do not identify as bisexual, strangers asking ‘But who do you see yourself ending up with?’, people making fun of the “indecision” of bisexuals before – or after – you point out that you identify as bisexual, I could go on).

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Trimester as an arts student

First week is pretty exciting. It’s the week where you always vow to actually do the readings, read up on topics after class that sound interesting. Maybe then you could actually get over that crippling fear of public speaking and participate in class discussions. Maybe you could actually make more than one friend a year! Maybe even two friends.

It’s when you say you’ll actually buy text books this semester, even borrowing some extra books from the library on occasion, because learning is pretty fun sometimes. You like learning, right? Uni is for learning, even!

First week, you’ll attend all your classes, maybe even all the lectures. Try and remember people’s names, because they look interesting and you like interesting people.

And then second week comes around, and sleeping in that extra ten minutes is worth walking into class half an hour late, clutching terrible coffee and cursing the sun because it’s just too bright. You forgot to buy textbooks, but you’ll buy them next week as soon as your youth allowance is transferred. There was that lecture you missed too, but you can totally catch up online. Yeah.

Fifth week, and classes are starting to get in the way of your assignments. And sometimes the library is for sleeping, alright? That book is overdue, though, and you haven’t read any of it. Should probably return it on Friday when you have that class, but then you don’t go to that class. Next week.

Soon it’s week ten and you’ve got no idea what subjects you’re actually enrolled in … something to do with books, maybe. Everything is due all at once and you can’t see anymore because you’ve consumed so much caffeine you’re seeing sounds.

Then it’s week twelve, somehow even more things are due. Library books need to be returned but you have no idea where they are. The cafe staff know your name and your order. Classes, what are they? You’re pretty sure lectures aren’t actually real, anyway.

But for now, week one is ahead and the trimester looks pretty shiny from here. So good luck, young arts traveller. May your trimester be bright, for at least the first week.

(Originally published in Wordly: O-week edition, DUSA)

Queermance vol. one

Hey peeps, I have a new story out! How exciting. From the 21st to the 23rd of March, the very first Queermance writers conference was held and it was pretty fab.

There was also an anthology produced, which I was super lucky to be in!

My story, I Blame the Cat, was the first erotica I’d even attempted, and turns out I’m not too terrible at it which is nice! People even laughed at my jokes when I read it out at the launch on Friday!  (I have discovered that while doing readings is terrifying it’s also really lovely because I think writing is a very solitary practice and sharing your things to an immediate audience is just A+.)

In the anthology there’s also a story set in post-apocalyptic Brisbane, one featuring selkies, another featuring vampires, and there’s lots of humour and other cool things in there.

You can get the ebook from Clan Destine Press, Amazon or Smashwords if you like!

Scoff zine

scoffScoff is a zine about food! Put together by some peeps at RMIT, it’s got heaps of cute comics inside.

You can read it for free here.

And I’ve got a comic in there! (I am now officially, a published ~*~*CoMiCeRRrr, which I believe is the technical term.) Hommus Wife is my contribution, written because one of my friends just really likes hommus.

(Also, timecowboy‘s got a comic in there and he is one of my fav tumblr comic people, so it’s super exciting being in something with him!)

NaNoWriMo again

My novel so far:

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… in word cloud form. I guess that the don is from all the don’ts that I leave the t’s off, because STRAYA.

In all honesty I thought fuckin would be there a whole heap more (but there is also fuck, so I guess that counts for something). This year, I’m extending the zombie story that I got published a few months ago, and it’s more explicitly YA. I’ve also got another MC in there, so there are two main narratives that will merge at … some point.

As of 15,000 words in I only have two more chapters plotted until I’m winging it. So I assume the two groups will meet, who knows.

Onwards!