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Articles from Vol. 22, No. 1, May

Australasian Lesbian Movement, 'Claudia's Group' and Lynx: 'Non-Political' Lesbian Organisation in Melbourne, 1969-1980
In a 1994 article published in Hecate, Clive Moore was only able to point to Liz Ross's 'Escaping the Well of Loneliness' and two short pieces in Robert French's Camping by a Billabong as constituting the total sum of publications on Australian lesbian...
Communion
I did not choose to eat alone, but the dinner waits, company enough. The scent of sambal at the door fills my mouth with saliva. I smell cinnamon and sweat. The chatter in the room clothes me. One chair at the table. One flower in the vase. Hold my mind,...
From 'Letters to Huldah.' (Short Story)
Friday January 27, '89 Dear Huldah, When you said you'd be interested to hear more about The Buttonhole, my mind became a patchwork of memories. I think every Sydneysider my age and even younger has not only heard of it but also at some time hired...
From 'The Female Man' to the 'Virtual Girl': Whatever Happened to Feminist SF?
Two events prompted the decision to investigate the current state of feminist science fiction. The first was my recent rereading of Joanna Russ' The Female Man,(1) that quintessential example of early second wave feminist science fiction. My initial...
Hettie Ross Formerly Hedwig Weitzel
Hettie Weitzel's earliest recollections were memories of New Zealand's North Island. Her childhood and adolescence were spent in Wellington at a time when the labour movement there reflected the militant and volatile reaction of exploited working classes...
How Do Detectives Make Love?
how did my parents make love/ was it in the 1950s way/ in their pyjamas under the blankets/ could my father switch off from his job as he switched the light off/ when he made love with my mother in the dark/ did they laugh/even though he told me he couldn't...
Letters
1. I look at the words crisp-printed black against the white, and I write the story of while on my way down the garden path to the letterbox to meet the fading blow of the postman's whistle, down a garden path of fox gloves purple scented sticky . ....
'Me Operation:' Abortion and Class in Australian Women's Novels, 1920s-1950
. . . she thought of all the women there were in the ward where they had taken Oily; they seemed to stretch in an infinite row of white beds; women who were the broken spears of a revolution against the future, who had said 'Stop' to a Juggernaut . ....
Monemvasia: In Memory of Yannis Ristos
Below red cliffs silk-starred with native cyclamen in early spring, the city's entrance narrows to a needle's eye, a vaulted alley. By the west rampart the house with fading burnt siena walls, rust in the balcony's wrought iron, poet and siblings gone....
Sorrow Stories
Introduction: Little Girl Sorrow She lies curled in a foetal ball, clutching a broken doll. An action type doll, army warrior doll, female by its gloss lips, anime blue eyes, black shiny hair, plastic moulded breasts. Similar to Wonderwoman, but not...
The Last Guitar
A guitar traditionally has three strings made out of gut and three of silk. Silk can be flimsy and elusive so those strings are tempered by a covering of fine silver wire which gives them longevity. Before the guitar came the lute, a full-bodied, half...
The Molding of Menials: The Making of the Aboriginal Female Domestic Servant in Early Twentieth Century Queensland
At the turn of the century, a domestic servant was often conventionally known by the euphemism of 'slavey,' a corruption of 'slave' and a reflection upon the poor pay, bad conditions, back-breaking work, high surveillance and low status which invariably...
The Noise That the House Made
the noise the bedroom made was her numb determination/ as she hacksawed their marital bed in two/ she said: he can't hurt my feelings because i haven't got any/ so that each stale half rested quietly & separately/ growing cobwebs like wrinkles/ ...
The Phoenix and the Dragon
It used to be all so lush Monique says we stare from the apartment at the brown steep hill terraced with stones we can see long black scars where the bamboo and vines were raked into bundles for burning there is a low shack close against a narrow rift...
"The River Ophelia": Trawling the 'Net
Date: Thu, 30 Nov 1995 12:12:12 GMT +9:30 From: < PAUL_W@Business.ntu.edu.au > Subject: generation X and dirty criticism 'X' merely marks the spot; it is up to whoever - marketers, critics etc - to give this spot a sociospatial meaning. The 'shock/horror'...
The Search for Xiao Li'd Head: A Magical Tale of Female Re-Memberment
Once upon a time in a country far far away (some say it was somewhere between the great mountains and China but most say it really does not matter for the story could have happened anywhere), there lived a girl called Xiao Li or young plum. Xiao Li was...
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