I wrote a post about consent which was lost in the big website disaster, but it’s such an important topic, I am rewriting it. TW: rape, sexual assault.
Let’s talk about consent. I am not sure why it is such a difficult concept for people to understand, but it seems that the message still isn’t clear, which is why I am going to talk about it today. (more…)
I originally wrote this post three months (or so) ago, prompted by the furor about women-only screening of Wonder Woman. The original post got lost in the great website disaster and I hadn’t planned to rewrite it because I thought it was no longer relevant, but with the whole mess the world is in, I think my points still stand, so I will make them again. (more…)
It is a fact of life that most women menstruate at some point in their life. In general, women who are of child-bearing age experience a menstrual cycle which concludes with the flow of blood out of the body. This is sometimes accompanied with heavy cramps and other unpleasant side effects. Unpleasant for the woman experiencing them, I mean. (more…)
Shh! Don’t tell anyone, but I am not a good girl. Actually, I am not a girl at all, I am a woman. But I am also not a decent woman. If you have any familiarity with my blog (or Twitter account) you know why: I talk about sex. A lot. (more…)
My pussy is perfect just the way it is, thank you. It is (mostly) self lubricating. It cleans itself. It is capable of giving me – and my hubby – a lot of pleasure. It has helped me give birth to two children. Oh wait, no, it didn’t, they didn’t fit through my pelvis, but that was hardly my pussy’s fault. (more…)
The title of this post is a quote by Erica Jong from Fear of Flying and it is so, so true. Women feel guilt all the time. Especially women who are mothers. This post is about mom guilt. (more…)
You may have seen Wil Weaton’s blog posts on his wife’s misdiagnosed ovarian torsion and how much unnecessary pain that caused her. Sadly, this is not an exception. The medical profession continues to fail women. (more…)
I have started reading a book called I Call Myself A Feminist. This is not going to be a book review; I want to share some of my thoughts which were provoked by this book. (more…)
“A woman must continually watch herself. She is almost continually accompanied by her own image of herself. Whilst she is walking across a room or whilst she is weeping at the death of her father, she can scarcely avoid envisaging herself walking or weeping. From earliest childhood she has been taught and persuaded to survey herself continually. And so she comes to consider the surveyor and the surveyed within her as the two constituent yet always distinct elements of her identity as a woman. She has to survey everything she is and everything she does because how she appears to men, is of crucial importance for what is normally thought of as the success of her life. Her own sense of being in herself is supplanted by a sense of being appreciated as herself by another…. (more…)