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...

A Nervous Weakness— The Feminist Outlet of Gothic Literature.

“Most men’s eyes, when you look at them critically, are not like that. They may look at you very expressively, but when you look at them, just as features, they are not very nice.” A woman rips down a stripe of hideous wallpaper. Her husband looks on helplessly before falling into a dead faint. His...

Cage Dancing 101: How To Wake Up Your Inner Vixen Without Flashing Anyone

Cage dancing, a pretty unheard of concept in everyday life, but I am here to guide you through the nu-metal erotic underworld world that I have been hanging out in for the last few months, and to pass on some magical life wisdom I have gained by pretending to be a Goth Britney spears. Cage dancing is...

Women In Menswear: Michiko Koshino

Michiko Koshino has been a veteran of the menswear industry since moving to the UK in the 1980s. Along with the new wave of Japanese designers that have forever changed the London fashion scene, Michiko has offered up a new vision for menswear — one that is characterised by experimental silhouettes and a unique streetwear...

On Subjectivity & What We Call Bipolar

There is no contesting the very real ways that Moods have molded me. Mania has marked my life with heightened creativity, incredible sensitivity, and boundless energy; the madness that follows has brought broken hearts, financial worries, totaled cars, and disordered eating. It has, oh so often, been the gates to depression which pulls me out...