I’m in a writers’ group that meets on Zoom, though before the pandemic we met in person. Every week, we do a writing prompt: someone gives a page number, and our organizer picks a word from a huge dictionary. We write for five minutes. …
I’m in a writers’ group that meets on Zoom, though before the pandemic we met in person. Every week, we do a writing prompt: someone gives a page number, and our organizer picks a word from a huge dictionary. We write for five minutes. …
I’m in a writers’ group that meets on Zoom, though before the pandemic we met in person. Every week, we do a writing prompt: someone gives a page number, and our organizer picks a word from a huge dictionary. In this example, the word is: foist.
The supervisor told me…
I have absolutely never had interest in giving birth. I am in my fifties and have always been consistent about this. It sounds like an utterly horrifying and entirely unnecessary ordeal.
Plus… gross. Pregnancy reminds me of Alien. Bullies who harassed me for not being a breeder are parasitic enough.
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TW: sexism, transphobia
I just recalled something worthy of a vomit emoji and countless eyerolls an old cis straight white male said in my writer’s group’s latest meeting. It’s every Tuesday, and I’m referring to this Tuesday. If only I were articulate and ready for shit like that. …
It’s the 30th anniversary of Tori Amos’s album Little Earthquakes.
That means my CD is 30 years old. I listened to it today, and while the CD case was dusty and slightly cracked, the CD still plays. The first time I heard it, I was an undergraduate and was mesmerized…
In future, whenever someone seems abnormally envious and/or competitive, I shall ghost them.
Chapter 9 of Communion: The Female Search for Love by bell hooks brings up envy and competition. According to hooks, it’s extremely common for women in patriarchal society — even feminist women — to envy other women…
One of my tentative resolutions was going to be: “Try to stop changing the lyrics of every song to variations on, ‘Chop, chop, chop! Chop up misogynists!’” But about an hour after midnight, I began reading Men to Avoid in Art and Life by Nicole Tersigni. I looked up from…
When I bought a house in 2016, I looked around and thought, “This house is big enough to throw parties.” Never mind that I’d dumped a narcissistic sociopath and moved to a strange city where I know nobody. In addition, thanks to that narcissistic sociopath, I dreaded making new friends……
While I worked on one of the mixed media (acrylic paints & magazine clippings) “Jaded Empath Manifesto” art pieces, I changed my mind about the second sentence.
The piece states, “I’m not interested in the warped version of me you invented for your malicious entertainment. I write my story now.”
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