Don’t Want Your Good Ol’ Days
Testosterone tainted thrusts
of masculine need,
cumming sloppily all over
my social feed,
Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Testosterone tainted thrusts
of masculine need,
cumming sloppily all over
my social feed,
I am not effusive with emotions, sentiments. some think me unfeeling. on the contrary I feel too much. heart-full reactions often embarrass; impede rational thinking. if I am quiet in praise and with thanks it’s because – as goes the cliché – still waters run deep and sometimes to disturb Read more
November is National CRPS Awareness month and November 7th is Color The World Orange Day for CRPS. To help promote awareness, we at Feminine Collective, have turned our logo Orange for the day to increase awareness of CRPS. It’s the least we can do to help spread light on this Read more
Over the last few months, I have noticed something: periods are disappearing! Not with anyone in particular, but just in general. Periods are disappearing from popular culture and have returned to the outer fringes as if they were once again an embarrassing taboo. The only time you hear them being Read more
It’s a yeast infection…It’s an STD…It’s Trump inside your Uterus. “Trumped,” a video written, directed and starring Lara Everly, gives us a full frontal, ultra-sonic look at what it would look like if Trump – along with Sarah Palin and Mike Pence – inhabited female reproductive organs. Take heed, this Read more
Transgender women can exist in peace as long as they stay within the confines of a computer, hidden in the hard drive of horny men who see us as a fantasy, a fetish, an object, a broken human being. When transgender women leave the confines of societal shame and dare Read more
I want a life that is not chastised by the faces and forces of gloating, scheming, self-important, really unimportant, ignorant to bliss, lacking in subtleties of empathetic presences of energy, hiding behind inner shelves that will crumble in the existence of truth that has nothing to do with their purported Read more
Step One: Want it. For years, I imagined Emily following me around with a blanket in her arms like Linus from the Charlie Brown cartoons. Her hair would fall into black ringlets that dripped to her shoulders like water. She would never grow over two feet tall in my mind. Read more