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I’m fucking tired of the world telling me I can’t have pleasure

I’m fucking tired of the world telling me I can’t have pleasure. ⁣ ⁣ That I can’t eat all my meals naked, moaning as flavors enter my mouth. ⁣ ⁣ That I can’t go without a bra in public. ⁣ ⁣ That I can’t dance frequently and as badly as I want. ⁣ ⁣ The world says pleasure with ourselves should be hidden and shameful.

I see you

I see you.⁣ ⁣ You, writing to me about how it’s so hard to get hurt and get back up again.⁣ ⁣ You, emailing me essays about all the pain in your life.⁣ ⁣ You, commenting on my power, which is the power you see and want more of in yourself.⁣ ⁣ You, who can’t imagine having thousands of strangers having opinions on your body

I am protesting

This is from a social media post that I shared in May 2019. The post went viral and then was taken down: Hey Facebook/IG. I noticed your community guidelines are awfully specific about when my naked body is appropriate and when it is not. ⁣ ⁣ I noticed that my nipples are appropriate when they are an act of protest, specifically.⁣ ⁣ I also noticed

Everybody has been lying to you

Everybody has been lying to you They have been pretending they have life figured out. They have been pretending that they do not have pain, that their pain does not bother them They’ve been pretending they like their jobs They have been pretending that they know what god is. They have been pretending that religion and adherence to its books hasn’t caused a fucked up

My body can grow babies and I can kill them if I want to

My body can grow babies and I can kill them if I want to. My body is sexual. My body is sexual for me and my pleasure. My body is not sexual for you. My body is beautiful. Every day I stare at my body with wonder, even when my hair is dirty and my makeup is smeared all over my face. My body is

You can report us

You can report us. You can follow us just to harass us. You can send us violent and abusive comments. You can tell your children not to be associated with us. You can feel alarmed, terrified, or angry. You can shut us out, or send criticism. We will still fucking be here. We will learn to set stronger boundaries than ever. We will connect with

Solstice Bleeding

Winter Solstice. My period was late and came today. Of course. And the day was so unseasonably warm that I could walk barefoot outside and bleed into the forest floor. Also of course. Blessings are everywhere. This is the best first day of my period I have ever ever had. I don’t know if it’s the herbs I’m taking or my boundary setting or the

I used to spend my time worrying about what other people thought of me

I used to spend my time worrying about what other people thought of me. I used to keep lists as a 12-year-old: what are all the ways in which I could be more attractive? What are all the ways in which I could make that person like me? How could I make my body more acceptable? How could I hide my blood, my skin, my

“You post some weird shit”

Two things I hear frequently: “You post some weird shit” and “I’ve never shared this with anyone before.” I think they’re related because I often hear them together. Something along the lines of: “Thank you so much for listening. I used to judge you for the stuff you posted but I’m not going to now and I’m so glad I reached out.” I don’t mind