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This morning, in the subway station, there was a man yelling at everybody. He looked middle-aged, not in any way unkempt, except that the windchill was around 10 degrees Farenheit
This morning, in the subway station, there was a man yelling at everybody. He looked middle-aged, not in any way unkempt, except that the windchill was around 10 degrees Farenheit
As I walked home from the subway last night, a group of women in burqas floated down the sidewalk across the street. They spoke quietly amongst themselves–I could not hear
I’m so upset right now. I marched straight home and fired up my laptop and now I’m sitting in front of it and I don’t know where to start. This
Over the weekend I went the Metropolitan Museum with a group of friends and took in, albeit too briefly for my liking, the “Arts of Africa, Oceania, and the Americas”
…who desperately wants to take off her clothes and run around naked and rub my skin on everything when I’m in the woods? I went camping this past weekend and
Amanda Palmer is basically a gigantic, naked freight train careening out-of-control down the tracks of FUCKING BRILLIANT. For those of you who can’t watch this genius and endearing takedown of
I’m getting kind of rape-culture over-inundated. But I’m pressing on. Because this is important. Earlier this week I was fighting off triggers left and right to read about the Steubenville
I just read this article on Jezebel about labiaplasty, its growing prevalence, and its general fucked-up-ness. I couldn’t agree more that plastic surgery on your vulva is totally messed up
Even though I’m used to this, getting out of bed today was tough enough. The idea of trying to “be sexy” for my partner while my joints are trying to stop me from moving through any means necessary? Almost unimaginable. … Continue readingChronic Pain and Sex
At some point during the past year, I started to use a pet name for my junk. And my partner’s junk, too. I don’t mean occasionally, when I’m in a