Why so many Questions?

Our very own president is a packaged flaming hot cheeto with peanut butter hair and doll hands. I was tasked with facing that in November, and each day my feminist rage grows. So I wrote a poem that tries to channel my rage into what’s more of a question. Questions I think that As we […]

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Are you a Feminist? Probably

As a Feminist, I want to admit that for a while I was afraid to define myself as such. I heard people calling feminists “man-haters”, “forever alone”, and “bra-burners”. I didn’t realize that these definitions were part of the reason feminism exists. I also was unaware that any human, regardless of their gender-identification, can be a […]

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