The truth is perhaps a little more complicated than that- An Essay

Recently, I have been unabashedly declaring That “ I am a writer that hates to write”, it’s too much work, I wanna float around.
Woe is talented little entitled me.

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Friday Feminist Ramble: Three

What is there left that hasn’t been said before, what of our struggles are somehow different than they were 100 years ago?
Yes we may be allowed to vote, but that certainly doesn’t mean we are being represented.

Endometriosis and me: Part one

I dread the turning of every month, I dread feeling that little stab my fallopian tubes give me to signal “Your eggo can get preggo.”
My ‘period incoming’ bell begins to ring and I rush to complete any tasks both professional and social I may have outstanding in the next ten days.