One thing that makes students feel comfortable to say what is on their mind is when a teacher or professor maintains a safe space in his, her, or their classroom. Personally, I have been in many classrooms that have felt like a safe space for me to share all of my opinions and thoughts. The […]Read More Shifting Space
Hi friends! Self disclosure moment, I’m fat. I have been overweight most of my life because of crap I dealt with as a kid that I’m not getting into. So, here’s why that’s okay for me: one, I am not in any medical danger because of my weight, I get checked out on the reg […]Read More Losing Weight in a Fat-Phobic Society
The recent administration has left trans people upset and fighting for their exsistence as the administration has failed to stick up for their rights as a person. Here are 5 ways you can be a better ally to your friends who may identify as queer, like myself. Ask their pronouns. This may seem odd, but […]Read More 5 Tips I Wish My Friends Understood
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 […]Read More Why so many Questions?
I want to talk about my abortion. I want to be open. I want to be honest. Abortion cannot be simplified into regret or no regret. Those words glide along the surface of what we choose to say after the fact. We fall into those categories, and then we become statistics. Our names and our […]Read More I am 1 in 3
I was thinking of what to write this post about, and while researching I came across a website. The site discusses “Post-Abortion Syndrome” and its symptoms. Now, the (dot)org and fancy title may throw you off, but this “Post-Abortion Syndrome” is not a medical issue recognized by the American Psychological Association. In fact, most women […]Read More The Myth of “Post-Abortion Syndrome” Hurts Women
WARNING: It’s about to get personal. When I was nineteen, I got pregnant. It was the summer before my sophomore year at JMU. Now I could tell you an elaborate story of how all this happened, claim my contraception failed, come up with some reason to excuse my lack of protection…or I could just admit […]Read More Mandatory Ultrasounds: Anti-Choice Harassment, Plain and Simple