All tagged simone cheuanghane


The room sways and swells with the juicy sweet lips of my sisters, oozing around in love and compassion hoping to welcome each woman into a cozy womb of our own creation. After years of being injected with venom, with my first step forward being told to crush the toes of the girls by my side, the smiles around me wash my face clean, each one says please, welcome, I believe the best of you already, and back at them, from behind my cautious eyes I hope they can hear the same. Words fall over us, in patterns I've never seen before. They rub and stroke from tongue to ear, each one a tiny matchstick placed to build a castle. 

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Filme Fatale

It’s 3am in the middle of the week and I am inevitably completely awake and watching an easy to digest blockbuster in complete darkness. It’s an action movie that came out in 2010 and I’m watching it because it was on Netflix and my insomnia told me it was what I needed at that exact moment. While at three in the morning I’m not exactly at my mental peak, I’m still conscious enough to pick up on details that bother me with one of those details being that, in an ensemble cast of six, there’s one woman. It’s a dodgy as fuck ratio. But it’s 3am and I’m not going to spend another half an hour being a slave to the indecision that Netflix always seems to bring out in me. So I watch.

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Fetal Feminism

In 2015 the YWCA Victoria got in contact with me via twitter and asked if I’d be part of their upcoming TinaTalks alongside Clementine Ford and Caitlin Stasey. This was around the time of the launch of Caitlin Stasey’s fabulous feminist website,, which had left me awestruck at her awareness, courage and brilliance. It was also around the time (which also happens to be all the time) that Clementine Ford was speaking up about hard to touch topics and fighting the good fight in support of women everywhere. Needless to say I was honoured to be included beside them.

Needless to say I was shitting my pants.

I felt nakedly under qualified to be included alongside them, and to be given the microphone in what I knew would be a room full of hundreds of the coolest, most well-versed feminists in Melbourne. I felt unworthy and I felt like I was going to screw up big time and everyone was going to witness it.

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