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Obsessively binge watching Jane the Virgin coincided with – and perhaps influenced – my decision to stop dating and stop having sex. Not dating when you are romantically-lonely is uncomfortable and dissonant. It means recognising that while some aspects of dating are out of my control (namely: the other person and everything they feel, do, or say), I am able to at least choose […]
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There are a lot of books that I enjoyed as a child that dismay me as an adult. But I try not to be a loud too often so I usually just burn them along with my bras while having lesbian orgies and making art with my menstrual blood. You know, a typical day for a feminist. (We save man hating for special occasions […]
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Being a feminist mother of a (white) son sometimes involves a different approach to that of parenting daughters that goes beyond the strange things that happen in their nappies (how naive I was before I learned baby boners are a thing). As well as teaching him about things like open-mindedness and different identities, I think consent is one of the most important lessons I […]
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Damn I look pretty and happy in this selfie! I’m not supposed to say I look pretty so that’s why I am. Apparently taking selfies makes me narcissistic and vain. The internet is fond of telling us what we are doing wrong and how we should be otherwise to what we are. But every selfie that I take of my ordinary life and ordinary face […]
