Politics of Fake Moaning
He moaned like he was being exorcised. She moaned like she was trying to speed-run the experience. Neither of them meant it. “Yes! YES! OH YESS……..” (Calm down. He just put on the condom.) Welcome to modern sex: one part…
Preet Bulchandani
Preet is a third-year law and creative writing student. Her three years in Australia have gifted her a treasure trove of high highs and low lows, perfect fodder for her slam poetry and non-fiction. She thrives on the dark, humorous, and twisted because, let’s face it, that's what keeps us all laughing through the chaos.
Everything You Missed from the March 2025 SRC Meeting
Welcome to Glass’s continuing coverage of the QUT Guild Student Representative Council (SRC) Meetings. The third council meeting of the year was held on Wednesday, 26 March 2025, at E259 on Kelvin Grove Campus. As always, these meetings are a platform…
Sterlin’s Still Waters Run Deep; But Do They Stir?
Reading If Movement Was a Language by Svetlana Sterlin feels like drifting in a pool that is calm on the surface but hides an undercurrent that pulls you beneath the water. It’s much more than a poetry collection; it’s a…
Passenger Princess
The Passenger Princess The city always looked different at night. The neon lights blurred into each other, bleeding over the wet pavement, turning the streets into a restless, humming dream. I liked watching it all pass from the passenger seat,…
February Council Meeting: Less Drama, More Decisions.
Welcome back to the Glass coverage of the Guild Student Representative Council (SRC) Meetings of 2025. This is our coverage of February’s meeting, held on Wednesday 26 February 2025 at D106, Gardens Point Campus. We will be bringing student coverage…
Borrowed Skins: What We Lose When We Blend In.
In a world that preaches individuality but demands conformity, we find ourselves caught in the quiet violence of assimilation. It begins subtly like water slowly shaping stone. A slight alteration in accent to avoid being asked, “Where are you from?”.…
Life is getting better, and I am not ready for it.
I have spent a huge chunk of my life perfecting the art of suffering. I have seasoned my struggles like a chef would, marinated in self-pity, and slow-roasted in crisis. I have built my personality on resilience, like an underdog…
Why are all my plants dying?
The leaves are curling inward, brittle and brown at the edges. The soil is cracked, receding from the sides of the pot. Another plant, another slow, inevitable demise. And I am its executioner. It was supposed to be different this…
Food for Thought
TW – Eating Disorder It’s happening again. The universe is becoming an unsolvable mathematical equation, except not the intriguing or mysterious kind—just an unconstrained minimisation problem. A constant nuisance. Every thought is replaced by numbers, calculations, bargaining. If thinking burned…
My Inner Monologue Is Exhausting: Can I Fire Her?
At some point in human history, someone decided it was a great idea to install a permanent, self-critical voice in our heads. Maybe it was an evolutionary thing, like, ‘Let’s give these hunter-gatherers a narrator to keep them from eating…
