Luke Macaronas18 September 2017
Encountering Justin Shoulder’s Carrion—the shape-shifting “cybernetic demigod” with limbs made of decaying bones and hair made of Apple headphones—is deeply arresting.
Luke Macaronas talks with Benjamin Law about gay voices in journalism and hate-fucking politicians
Luke Macaronas talks to interdisciplinary artist Archie Barry about queer performance in a binary landscape
Luke Macaronas speaks to Jean Tong about writing, upcoming works and her recent ascension to the Australian lesbian canon.
Luke Macaronas on Ash Flanders’ slippery theatre
A boy in a red t-shirt and high-waisted jeans stains my mind. My memories are haunted by Gordie Lachance – his dark eyelashes and silky hair, his faintly freckled skin. If you had asked me even a month ago, I would have told you that I didn’t have a gay childhood. I can’t describe a sense of ‘knowing’, I had no primary school sexual experiences and no childhood boy-crushes; I have no memory of being gay.
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