Here’s my flair, and this has been me expressing *myself.*
For once in my white life, “making it personal” is not about seeking personal satisfaction. That’s not easy for me.
Oh, you’ve got this, have you?
Why call vaginas “flowers” or “hoo-hoos”? Here’s why.
A tribute piece to mark the passing of The Toast, that “feminist utopia” where high art met low, hilariously.
I don’t like stuff. Also, I’m a mom.
Your papa and I comprise your whole world. Yet, if we were to disappear, you wouldn’t, within a year or so, even remember us.
My MOMMA is NOT an ANIMAL!