Embracing the feminine.
- •Always want to wearA long white dress like the one in the first season finale of Buffy. I am neither Madonna nor whore but a blazing white pillar of female power and agency. Demon slayer and teenage dream.
- •Got wrongRosé. As a bartender suffering from an abundance of ego and an excess of youth, I decided that pink wine and the women that rarely stray from it were beneath me. I was so deeply wrong. I drink my shame almost daily this summer and wash it down with fried chicken.
- •Can't stop readingMaggie Nelson. Whose hybrid of memoir, criticism, theory and womanhood make each book a life source for those feeling disenfranchised, disembodied, dire, desirous.
- •Am grateful forSingle mothers. As we celebrated Father's Day, I felt an unending sense of gratitude for the woman who was both mother and father and provider and friend when those who bore the correct sexuality disappointed.
- •RejectSexual shame. Especially from my female peers. I expect a certain amount of slut-shaming in our current climate, but I am consistently surprised by women putting down the erotic work of others and subsequently marginalizing open female sexuality to a joke or a fad.
- •Publicly cried aboutMad Max. It's all been said by better watchers and writers than I, but I was so grateful to see women full of power, action and fertile futures. Their happy ending was so unexpected and unprecedented that it shocked me to tears.
- •Unabashedly love right nowBernie Sanders. Bad Feminist, no? And, women who don't identify as feminist--I love a challenge.