The moon has been a source of fascination for many cultures, and the Chinese are no different.

Stories of Nyi Loro Kidul go back to the beginning of Indonesia. There are many different versions of this story: here is the version my grandma told me.

Today, whiteness has redefined itself through corporate brands and social media markers of popularity that do not necessarily look or act white, but nevertheless solidify white supremacy.

My mother may be wife, mother, and nursing assistant, but she is also woman, spirit, fire, and queen. She is both the Cinderella who hems the dress and scrubs the floors, and the woman who dances till midnight, the belle of the ball in sparkles and silk.

Kartik and Ganesh were fighting about who loves their mother more. Goddess Durga, annoyed by their quarrelling all the time, proposed a competition.

MRAs everywhere: “Men are from Mars, women are from Venus. Or so I hear. I’ve never actually met one.”

Author’s note: Due to colonisation and the effect the White Australia policy had on my people, I did not grow up with these stories given in physical form. My story has been revealed to me slowly through Dreams and visions, which in my culture is a form of how songs and stories are passed down via the other realm.

So, is the formula for self-content denying that these ugly emotions exist in us? No, probably not.

a hymn
is made

One of my friends asked what was in my hand. “It’s green!” I think she said. I clenched my fist tighter. What kind of ‘normal’ cake is green? A light, almost fluorescent green at that.