PLATYPUS is a print publication recognising unseen Australian icons at the intersection of stolen land and culture in the Anthropocene. It is not afraid to express ideas through casual poetry, political and visual jest and bold gestures.

Awareness of the sensuous existence of all lifeforms involves listening and tuning in - this publication is an offering to do so together; a way to share and connect over what is essential and necessary in a queerer way. Homophobia, transphobia, racism, classism, sexism, extractivism and capitalism inform the dominant and narrow views of our environment and help to justify its exploitation... What if we could rearrange, rather than erase or suffocate?
PLATYPUS, the publication, is swimming somewhere between the field and paper- a rare breed of strange parts that make a unique and beautiful whole. As something which is tricky to categorise, but once seen for its beauty, humour and evolutionary brilliance, it’s not hard to love or get excited about.

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Journal / Cookbook

Journal / Cookbook 
This issue, SALTY, is about exploring the sticky nuances of the mangroves and mudflats and to celebrate the most beautiful and mundane cultural icons in my life- my family. My mum, a cyclonic, Italian work-aholic and in contrast my father a calm but distant tug- boat of kindness. It will share through poetry, art works and anecdotes stories of climate change and rituals/relationships around salt-water and food and navigating queerness in a quintessential Australian/Italian nuclear family PLUS an Italian secret recipe book by my mother. The stories, poetry and imagery are honest and a little salty but made with an enormous amount of love and appreciation for my parents and the beautiful big tides I grew up on.

PLATYPUS is founded on the reality that all that is true, is rare and difficult. Choosing to be perceptive can be painful, but at least every wave that washes over your life can be as refreshing and as intense as the first. When it comes to my family, there is no guarantee of mutual satisfaction, nor mutual feelings, just an enormous amount of misunderstanding and, more importantly, an unwavering amount of love.