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Tired

I am tired. Tired of having to defend my right as a woman to walk the streets and feel safe. I’m tired of reading and hearing “What was she wearing/doing?” when a woman is assaulted or killed. I’m tired of hearing “well she look for it” and “what you did expect?” I am tired of … Continue reading

Why am I here?

Originally when I started this site, it was meant to be an record of my exploration of feminism and how it could change my life and how I interact with and see the world (lots of “and”s there, huh?). Unfortunately it fell prey to my habit of procrastination and feelings of inadequacy about knowing what … Continue reading

Thoughts on rape culture

Originally posted on Rethink the Rant:
TRIGGER WARNING: The following includes descriptions, photos, and video that may serve as a trigger for victims of sexual violence. Please be advised.  Someone asked me today, “What is ‘rape culture’ anyway? I’m tired of hearing about it.” Yeah, I hear ya. I’m tired of talking about it. But…

Incomplete thoughts on consent

“But consent is not a magic wand for eternal hotness, no matter how dreamy clear communication is. Consent is not always sexy. Sometimes asking for what you want sucks. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes you feel nauseous, sometimes you need to take big risks to ask for what you want. Sometimes you ask for something that … Continue reading

My 3 C’s of Sexual Communication

I’ve been reading up on sexuality a lot recently.  Currently I’m reading The Ethical Slut (which I really like by the way) and the authors talk a lot about communication as part of living a pleasure-filled life. So I started thinking about communication and I came up with 3 C’s that I would want any … Continue reading

A Testimonial about Street Harassment

Originally posted on happyparadox:
It happens all the time. You don’t have to be a beautiful, voluptuous woman to have a douchebag gawk at you from across the street or be followed and constantly worry about strange men clicking pictures. Being a woman will do. Walking alone is a mini adventure of its own. Yesterday was a…