Working at a happy ending ‘massage parlour’ made me a better person.
Benedict Cumberbatch’s upcoming role is deeply offensive to the Transylvanian nation.
Why does it feel so good to be bad?
I had a Clockwork Orange style nightmare in an MRI lab.
Do more likes equal a better tragedy?
These New South Whales’ new (m/r)ocumentary is fantastic.
I’m sick of being treated like a freak.
Nazi Salmon does battle with the Tiny Bogan at a 2007 Slayer concert.
Am I trading in my polyamorous life to become a mauve-cardigan wearing housewife in baggy jeans and sandals?
This chick is the Marilyn Monroe of crystal meth.
From reckless teenage pyro to Hollywood stunt legend
Avoid egg-salad sandwiches and don’t catch the 370, or something terrible will happen.
Nick Cave meets The National via deep house in Fontine’s new single, ‘New’.
The consumption of boiled oats is basically equivalent to being a KKK Klansmen.
This is not going to be a ‘slut-and-proud-of-it’ op-ed.
Sydney’s coke-ferrying taxi ring is out of business, but is the city any better off?
Arousing suspicion is the goal here.
A ship is only as good as its captain, and this ship’s captain is, for want of better words, an awful, stupid cunt.”
Studies of chimps, bonobos and early humans indicate why humans are, at heart, massive sleazes and whores.
Fuck you Rupert Murdoch. Fuck you in your dessicated old sausage of a head.