Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
It started with a ten-second reel of Sabrina Carpenter dancing, with text across the video that read: “I was definitely born in the right generation. I love telling men to “STFU.” I laughed. I reposted it. Then I went back to working on my MFA application. But somewhere between crafting Read more
Recently, in one of my history lessons, we started a new topic which was about suffragettes and the movement they created. First of all, when I found out we were doing this subject, I got very excited as I have very strong views about this subject, but it did Read more
The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down your share, felled by points you Chiseled by the hour, in between Sewing skins and putting the baby To your breast— Migrations, snow, Read more
With a wink and a calculated sway I play my fertility like mahjong. I draw the standard rules and what piece I’ll give away is up to me. A stroke here, a lick there, my body and heart’s the winning hand only with permission. I will not let you rob Read more
Let me acknowledge this darkness, its pain and its fears. Let me report what I have seen in this world I have chosen to love. Let me say this: no to the woman with the bandaged gash on her forehead serving her husband at the dinner table no to the Read more
I pluck her This tiny girl who looks like me I pluck her from the giant fortress of a tree house She squeals and squirms for freedom This little girl in a red dress Tiny feet on green grass Yellow hair cropped short Almond blue eyes of my sister I Read more
Recently I had the honor and pleasure of being a guest on Heart Stock Radio, a radio show that is based in Butte, Montana and is hosted by activist Carole Murphy. On it, in a lively discussion, I talk about the origins of my male feminism, gender equity, the horrible Read more
He was hip. He wore crisp shirts and wide neckties. He had a Seventies mustache and Burt Reynolds hair. His right hand almost always held chalk. His left hand was usually in his front pocket. His Levis were so tight that to remove his hand from his pocket he had Read more