Sometimes, I wish I knew less and cared less. I wish I could have the blissful ignorance of hearing something racially insensitive and finding it funny, or never thinking about it again. My problem is that I remember too much. I hold onto all of it. I don’t know how or where to put it […]

When I say that I didn’t come out to my family until I was in my late 20s people give a knowing nod. ‘Oh yeah, well that makes sense – you’re black, gay and from Africa’. Sometimes they’ll actually say those words, sometimes they’ll convey them through a knowing or almost pitiful nod. A nod […]

Being a person of colour in Australia, it’s the strangest thing but, especially being a mixed-raced female with a disability. I came back to

I never shy away from admitting Broadmeadows as my hometown, it always will be. For those of you who don’t know Broadmeadows…

“Hi. Can I hire you for half an hour?” I hit send as soon as I finished typing the text message.
“Hire”, who says hire? I questioned myself…

Sometimes I think it was in my blood to love mangoes. But see, they’re messy. Sure maybe we’re meant to eat mangoes sliced and…

Hi, for anyone who is reading this. It’s nice to meet you. My name is Sarah Carroll and I am a Polynesian/Australian queer writer and…

Amma (Mom in Tamil) always said ‘Vazhkai oru vattam’ (meaning ‘Life is a circle’) which I never truly understood until I decided to reinstall…

When I was younger, what society now so proudly and frequently calls diversity used to simply be referred to as being different…