This morning I’ve woken up, and my back is out. I can’t decide what I did- perhaps something too flamboyant after the glasses of wine I had last night or simply getting up too fast in the night in desperate need to pee (with the amount of weight I have on my stomach it could happen). I am also on my second day of period today; back pain coupled with uterus cramps is a wondrous feeling. Nonetheless, I was feeling frisky this morning but the days meetings and to-do lists have gotten in the way of any sexy time: perhaps not a bad thing for my back and the bed sheets due to flow being a bit heavier this month. Anyone who says that skipping your period on the pill isn’t bad for you is nuts- the next month you pay for it in soaked through panties. Oh well, another coffee and some eyeliner and I think I’ll be good to tackle the day!
...”You are one of those Sharp tongued fucking feminist Bitches then!”
He laughed,walking back to his car.Fourteen year old me had two choices:
Closing her eyes,Going home and crying in front of the mirror and wishing for a never coming better fucking future.
Or giving him a never-to-be forgotten lesson. “Listen you fucking Bastard! ...” In a few seconds,minutes,hours,days... I opened my eyes to the Blood on my guitar lessons book,
Sweat,and bloody tears on his face...
Fourteen year old me was watching and enjoying
Fourteen year old me was Not watching and enjoying.
“Sorry your squad missed the show today .”I grabbed my bloody book
Wallking down the street.
I turned around, “And hey don’t forget! This bitche’s shows are all year round.” That night I didn’t hope for a never coming better future... Bluechaos by @jasmine_joyce7
On a day when a university pulped the menstruation edition of the student newspaper, we are proud to share this embroidered work, Tam-Puss, by @jessdewahls. It will be shown in Jess' exhibition, opening next week, which celebrates the female body in all its forms. Periods happen to half the population. Stigma, poverty, access, gendered taxes and a host of other menstrual issues affect so many people, and we commend the students of Otago University for raising these issues. Shame on university administration for trying to censure such an important topic. #periods#menstruation#bleeding#otagouniversity#embroidery#textiles#feministart#needlepoint
SOLD! Sorry y'all - she is off the market! More importantly - THANK Y'ALL! amuse-bouche is the product of your input and insight and suggestions about a piece referencing palate, consumption, and eating. She came from your beautiful suggestions and care! She posted herself up in the "Imperial Conquests of the Palate (shut up and eat) " show in San Diego @cmcuratorial and she is now going to a new home. ❤️ Thank you for your support and love. I feel it and am grateful. On to the next show! 💕 ( And actually I like her so much I might make a series - would you like to see more?? )
Vicki Rox is on a mission to explore and support new masculinities by having illuminating conversations with men.
For the past year, she’s curated a global underground men's dinner salon series to share collective wisdom. She works with men one on one, leads workshops, and speaks on "Hacking Human Connection" & “New Masculinities: Tension + Release”.
Her latest project, "Hello Human: Questions about Manhood” chronicles conversations with strangers from Uber drivers to CEOs to new airport friends.
Vicki is our final #WomenWhoWrites . Watch her takeover tomorrow to talk more about her writing and her work.
#CSArt shares are available now! Link in profile.⠀
✨Meet the CSArt-ist: SPOOKY BOOBS COLLECTIVE✨⠀
Not only is the work of this trio of artists currently on display at ALL, they're also part of CSArt 2018! SPOOKY BOOBS COLLECTIVE identifies itself as "a feminist collective that uses art, language, and design to visualize the trivialization of women's experiences. SBC's work is manifested through art installations, performances, printed material, social media campaigns, and social interactions."⠀
📷 by @jenniebeee
🎈HBD to pop artist Marisol, #bornonthisday in 1930. Celebrating with one of my favorites, “The Party” from @toledomuseum (c. 1966). If you zoom in you’ll notice that all of the figures wear Marisol’s face.
The Virgin Martyrs are the strongest women you’ll ever encounter. The torchers they patiently, lovingly, and joyfully endured for the sake of protecting there virginal purity for love of God, demonstrate a fortitude that is both awe inspiring and daunting. We need more feminists like these virgin martyrs, who show there power to man in there awe inspiring and supernatural Fortitude for the preservation and glorification of humble holy purity! St. Agatha refused to sexually please and marry a powerful man and so in rage he sent her to a brothel to be raped repeatedly, but the men who tried couldn’t move or were blinded, in rage he mutilated and cut off her breasts, along with several other torchers, she was 20. Some Virgin martyrs were even younger. St Philomena only 13, and St. Maria Goretti only 11. If such young little girls can demonstrate such fortitude, what does that mean for us? Are we willing to face the same fire they did? Are we prepared to lovingly and peacefully lay dawn our lives for the sake of the preservation of truth and purity? Are we living with the same fortitude, (to face death) for love of God and holy humility?! We must start praying with greater zeal. We must start living in Truth, in Love and Humility. We must start living more then for ourselves. We must, with fortitude, live the virtue of unconditional love and mercy for it takes great fortitude to love in such a way!God Bless.