It’s always seemed inane to me that ideas can be ‘owned’ by people. And whilst having an idea is great, acting on it is what is really worth something. But I guess it depends on your view of where ideas come from. If you really believe that your head invented the idea without any outside [...]
The word ‘vagina’ has been bandied around our house a lot lately. In my journey towards liberation (in all aspects of my life) the examination of my sexuality, represented by that part of my anatomy has come to the forefront of our discussions. And because my poor vagina has been ignored for most of my [...]
They say… ‘Shitting a football’ or ‘Squeezing a watermelon through a bagel’…
Whatever. Those are humorous and fairly accurate descriptions…but only about delivery (which for me at least was ironically the easiest part). They give is no indication of the fear, trauma and humiliation that many women go through to deliver a baby.
“Say it again.” “I’ve said it like 10 times already. When can I stop?” “When you don’t have to ask if you can stop” said my friend. “It’s obviously making you uncomfortable so you have to say it as many times as it takes, not to.” “But why do I need to say it. I [...]
My childhood had not adequately equipped me with an ability to love without sex. At 21 I had barely any relationship with my adoptive mother or my adoptive father. Both had found it necessary to leave me to my own devices; my mother because she had ruled with an iron rod and I had fought back twice as hard, my father because he had only started to parent me at 16, to find out it was too late to tame me.
I moved to live with my father in Cyprus to be a lesbian sex slave. Of course that’s not what my parents know, because when you’re 16 going on 17 you are supposed to be concentrating on important stuff …like what subjects you want to do at A-level. Not moving country in case Interpol locate you and forcibly escort you across international frontiers to be someone’s escort girl.
I’m in the company of the great ones. Ernest Hemingway, Winston Churchill, & Dennis Hopper, not to mention countless others. Alcoholics. Winos. Drunks. It’s yet another label to put on people, to classify them away from yourself and away from the norm, as if there is such a thing. My mother’s voice used to drop [...]