They clipped the oversized crown to my head and placed the sash over me. Three days later, I had a breakdown.
How can I work against the objectification of women in media when my own libido seems totally onboard with it?
A New York City shock-performance “artist” recently got a lesson in “Black Face Isn’t Ok 101.″
My self-esteem saving grace was that I’d come home from school and be surrounded by women with curves.
I really try not to get annoyed but some of these things are just too much.
I’m sick of reading the same old comments on every black feminist/womanist blog or website.
The day after his rape charges were dropped he tweeted, "Fav this if you would willingly have sex with me."
The right hasn't really pulled any punches when it comes to making it clear that fetuses are more important than the women who carry them, though it curiously doesn't care a whit for children once they're born.
I enjoy living in the Now, but if someone had given me a tattoo gun when I was five, every inch of my being would be swagged out in Lisa Frank.
If you call out adoption practices, or that a whole hell of a lot of people out there are racist, you become an ungrateful traitor to the white people who raised you.
you are the advice columnist
Should I just accept that there are certain things I have to give up to be trans?
Despite the evidence (or lack thereof), “legal justice” takes on a bizarre new meaning within the intersection of fame and infamy.