I have had sex with 37 men. Whether or not this qualifies as being promiscuous in the modern age is up for debate, but suffice it to say that I’ve had enough sex with enough men that I’ve forgotten some of their names (assuming I ever knew them).
I have to admit never having heard of this badass lady until she was a clue on Jeopardy! the other day. The clue said she founded The League of Women Voters and I thought to myself, “Hey! She sounds like a badass lady!” So I did a little research, and it turns out, she was! Read More Badass Ladies of History: Carrie Chapman Catt
The title of this might be a little bit of a mischaracterization, since I actually had many feminist mentors in my life from an early age, even if I (or they) didn’t realize it at the time. The teacher in this story may not consider herself a feminist, for all I know, but this situation had a big impact on my life. Read More First Feminist Mentors
The Mister and I have a pretty set routine. After the kids go to bed, we watch TV while he reads the internet and I do crafty crap. It’s not terribly exciting, but it’s how we decompress at the end of the day. Lately I’ve noticed that Persephone has become a regular stop on his daily internet surf. Read More Women Who Love Books and the Men Who Love Them
I know that we, as feminists, are supposed to accept everyone based on their personality and actions, as opposed to their gender. But that didn’t stop me from deciding to find out the gender of our fetus baby. My baby. I’m planning on carrying my pregnancy to term, it’s a wanted and planned pregnancy, I’m going to call the spawn a baby, because when I think of it, I don’t think of it in its current state, I think of it as what it will be: my baby. Read More A Womb of One’s Own