Femmes Omitted: Hatshepsut, The Forgotten Pharaoh

Female role models can be difficult; not because there isn’t a plethora of women to inspire, but instead we are force-fed stories of great men and their endless achievements. Women are conditioned to aspire to qualities like beauty and celebrity, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I want women who have achieved greatness, women who...

One In Five Project

I was raped in 2014. I struggled to function in everyday situations, leaving my flat in London was difficult and the only place I felt safe was my bedroom, I grew confidence to be able to go to university and be in the darkroom printing for hours and hours on end. I started drinking a...

Everything You Need To Know About Selling Dirty Knickers Online

When asked what her pussy smelt like, feminist writer Eve Ensler responded ‘my husband’s face’. There’s apparently over 2000 different lactobacilli molecular scent notes that compose the smell of pussy, and Eve Ensler’s husband’s face is just one of them. Although many have been rationed into thinking they should mask their fanny’s fragrance, there’s a...

Inside London’s Feminist Wrestling Club

  Watch out: female wrestling is not just a fiction popularised by Netflix. At EVE, the London club of “Punk, Feminist and Riot Grrrl of Pro-Wrestling” women are rocking and kicking asses.   This Sunday 4th of March, it was cold in The Resistance Gallery, the place where EVE’s members are training. “Don’t worry, you...

Desire

There was rose quartz all inside the cave. Pink overlapping pink until the eye grew sore. A single witch, shrouded in white tassels, sat quite still on the ground. She slipped her hand into her pouch and quietly laid out five rounded crystals on a tree stump before her. The witch placed a finger on...

Behind Patriarchy Looms The Spectre Of Tacky Lesbianism

There’s a specter haunting patriarchal beauty standards: the specter of tacky lesbianism. For the purpose of this article, I am going to self-identify as a someone who is: nonbinary butch a lesbian, and (in this case, most importantly) habitually tacky.   I am not going to attempt to define tacky lesbianism in this article, as...

Pursuing A Creative Career

Sometimes, pursuing a creative career can feel like an uphill battle. But then I must remind myself that I have chosen this life, and there’s a reason that I have. It’s a world where it’s easy to feel like everyone around you has their whole career planned out step by step and have been honing...

International Women’s Day

Women are gross, scab and bleed when they fall, have had diarrhea in gas station toilets. Come wrapped in lace, lids smattered with some electric pink material stolen from the drugstore sale bin. Packaged in loose blue janitor pants, clunky shoes with enough arch support to make things just bearable. Women are bald, or shedding....

Iara Lee, ‘Burkinabe Rising: The Art of Resistance in Burkina Faso’

I discovered the work of film director Iara Lee, founder of Cultures of Resistance foundation, whilst researching the role of women in the Western Sahara conflict, which she explores in her documentary, Life is Waiting: Referendum and Resistance in Western Sahara. After speaking about her experiences in the refugee camps in Algeria, I was excited...

The New Saint Catherine

One of the cruelest truths is that not even children are spared from wickedness. They’re not sullied by original sin, but the world’s so bad its depravity has a way of seeping into them. I was shown no mercy and came to be possessed at age eight. This was the blight that would disfigure my...

Dollies, Like Sheep: Sex Worker Appropriation or Appreciation?

Dolly Parton’s look has changed with the decades, but it remains distinctly Dolly, its mainstays blonde wigs, full lips, large breasts, and long nails. Parton is frank about her look’s inspiration: the full-service sex worker in her Tennessee hometown. Her avowal of her style’s origins proves that non-sex workers can wear “slutty” or “trashy” clothing...

Clothes Horse

I used to be a total clothes horse. Throughout high school, if a day came when I had nothing new to wear, I’d throw something together, or staple something together, or safety pin it. Upholstery fabric was easy to wrap into a sari. Retro polo shirts became skirts. Anything ­– a boy scout uniform, a nurse’s...