Witches

“Witches aren’t monsters, they’re just women! They’re fucking women who cum and giggle and play in the night. And that’s why everybody wants to set them on fire ‘cause they’re so fucking jealous” – Ilana Wexler, Broad City, S4:E3-18:30-19:10

6.18.18

A trio of strong women Lit candles in my honour And sang love to me. I sleep and dream And awake Anew.

Unappealing YouTube Titles

I love YouTube. It helps me keep up to date with art news, watch the latest fashion shows, has video essays on history, race, politics and feminism. Though, it has an ugly side-- from privileged, mysognist YouTubers to commenters who police women's bodies to plain assholes. Here a just a few unappealing titles: 15 Things... Continue Reading →

I’m Tired

I'm tired of repeating myself. I'm tired of over explaining myself. I'm tired of having to fluff your ego. I'm tired of being your fluffer. I'm tired of people not listening. I'm tired of people waiting for me to finish so they can continue talking. I'm tired of working with people who don't give a... Continue Reading →

How Should We Talk About Intolerance? 

How should we discuss injustice and intolerance so that our audience isn't uncomfortable, guilt-stricken or attacked? Simple. Well maybe not.  Personally, I don't think it's possible to have honest, behaviour changing conversations without these feelings. I do think there are ways of calling out racist, xenophobic, intolerant behaviours in a way that is respectful, but... Continue Reading →

Mistresses and Transphobia

As a cisgender person, it is my responsibility to call out transphobia when I see it to promote safe spaces, the comfort and mental wellbeing of trans-folk. Being cisgender comes with many socio-political advantages and I recognize that. That said, every night I get home from work and turn on my tele to any "wallpaper"... Continue Reading →

Open Letter #2

  The moment I realized I was special, I had already been special for 20 years. It was a delayed realization, of course, and it came to me when my trauma started to fade into the background. My father was dead, yes, and somehow I was still alive after many thoughts of not being that... Continue Reading →

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