Monthly Archives: April 2013

Sasha Fiercely Not Feminist

Originally posted on Visitant:
There is one moment, above all others in college, that I regret the most. Much more than the men, the blackouts, the Hot Topic t-shirts. It took place on the day of my thesis defense. My…

Sasha Fiercely Not Feminist

Originally posted on Visitant:
There is one moment, above all others in college, that I regret the most. Much more than the men, the blackouts, the Hot Topic t-shirts. It took place on the day of my thesis defense. My…

Bouncing the Privilege Check

This is what privilege has come to mean amongst a set of people. The only way to be seen as truly authentic is to claim as many disadvantages as possible. And if you can claim several disadvantages, that becomes a weapon you can use against opponents. Being extra super disadvantaged gives you a better vantage point from which to launch an attack.

Bouncing the Privilege Check

This is what privilege has come to mean amongst a set of people. The only way to be seen as truly authentic is to claim as many disadvantages as possible. And if you can claim several disadvantages, that becomes a weapon you can use against opponents. Being extra super disadvantaged gives you a better vantage point from which to launch an attack.

Gender: I Earned My Opinions

On the first date with the man who would become my husband, he told me, “I like to wear women’s clothes. Is that going to be a problem?” O, denial. I decided he must be joking, so I laughed and said, “Of course not.”

Gender: I Earned My Opinions

On the first date with the man who would become my husband, he told me, “I like to wear women’s clothes. Is that going to be a problem?” O, denial. I decided he must be joking, so I laughed and said, “Of course not.”

My Trust Issues With Men, Part II: Un-Gentlemanly Callers

One of the first thing a hotline volunteer learns on the job is that many of the calls that come in are made by the same group of people. We call them regulars. They may call once a week, once a day or even once an hour. Many of these regulars really do need help. Some are paranoid schizophrenics. Some are chronically lonely. I truly believed that being on the other end of that phone line for them was worthwhile.

But then there’s another sort of regular. We called them the masturbators.

My Trust Issues With Men, Part II: Un-Gentlemanly Callers

One of the first thing a hotline volunteer learns on the job is that many of the calls that come in are made by the same group of people. We call them regulars. They may call once a week, once a day or even once an hour. Many of these regulars really do need help. Some are paranoid schizophrenics. Some are chronically lonely. I truly believed that being on the other end of that phone line for them was worthwhile.

But then there’s another sort of regular. We called them the masturbators.

My Trust Issues with Men, Part I: Male GyNO

I don’t know that I’ll ever completely trust a male doctor with that again. I just don’t think a lot of them get it.

My Trust Issues with Men, Part I: Male GyNO

I don’t know that I’ll ever completely trust a male doctor with that again. I just don’t think a lot of them get it.

When Words Fail: The Limitations of Labels

Frankly, I don’t know what I am. I am a woman who loves another woman, who has enjoyed men’s bodies but can’t relate to them exceptionally well at all, who likes to look at either form. But I love Evangeline. She loves me. Perhaps that’s the only label we need.

When Words Fail: The Limitations of Labels

Frankly, I don’t know what I am. I am a woman who loves another woman, who has enjoyed men’s bodies but can’t relate to them exceptionally well at all, who likes to look at either form. But I love Evangeline. She loves me. Perhaps that’s the only label we need.

Harassed for the Junk in her Trunk

I swear I started this blog because I wanted to write about my own baggage, but the junk in someone else’s trunk has distracted me. Literally.

Harassed for the Junk in her Trunk

I swear I started this blog because I wanted to write about my own baggage, but the junk in someone else’s trunk has distracted me. Literally.