The cervix (up close): http://www.beautifulcervix.com/cervix-photo-galleries/photos-of-cervix/ . I think mine would be too shy to show itself on the internet.

This letter is about gender and fashion. The other day while watching Project Runway, I heard you chastise one of the designers for making jodhpurs. Aghast, you asked him, "what woman do you know who wants to make her thighs look bigger? To that bit of gender policing, I have to say this ( Read more... )

1. My laptop is resting on The Practical Gardener's Encyclopedia, bought from the bargain shelf this summer ( Read more... )

my job is to be useful. I'm small enough to scramble onto someone's back to rig up the tarp, and always carry several functional items with me. While there this year, Heather borrowed a golf ball to massage her sore feet and Elizabeth a satin ribbon to belt her satin and tulle dress for the informal Night Stage promenade.

I returned from the Michigan Womyn's Music Festival last night late. The transition this year has been hard, ranging from sheer rage at patriarchy, white man's culture, to deep sadness, resolve, hope. What I miss most about those woods is the noise: women loudly proclaiming, beating drums, chanting, singing, in conversation with other women, ( Read more... )

Hey! Someone I love had an abusive, fat phobic experience recently with a "doctor" and we're pissed off about it. Please comment below with the names of any fat-positive and fat-acceptance newsletters and information. We're going to send them to their office.

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I glance out the upstairs square window, which has an old-looking gold latch and would swing out toward me if my work table weren't packed tight with jars of baubles and buttons, fabric scraps and books stacked in a lopsided pile. This room is mine, cluttered and full of potential. I sit on an unforgiving chair, knees to chest, press my face near ( Read more... )

Lean into this letter. Read it like a memory, an invitation, an incantation ( Read more... )

Holidays: let us all: gather, rejoice, consume, remember, capture, depart ( Read more... )

The pain didn't come till this morning, not a searing pain, but a dull, deep throb. I strained my trapezius, the large muscle that begins at the back of your skull and connects to your shoulder blade and the end of your upper spine. The incident in question probably occurred while attending C's overdue birthday Ikea blowout, where I reached for a ( Read more... )