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Hairy, Angry Feminist: Why I Put Down My Razor

As of October last year, I stopped shaving my armpits. Of course, I’d heard of other feminists doing it, and thought it was pretty damn awesome. Yet, I never mustered up the strength to throw out my disposable razors and go “au naturale.” Oddly enough, I hadn’t shaved my legs consistently for about a year…

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Our Lady of Forgiveness

When I was fourteen, I received a death threat through a MySpace message from a disgruntled eighth grade girl. This was my first introduction to “girl hate.” The hostility, anxiety, and sheer terror that resulted from this message created an internalized hatred for women within me that would take me years to overcome. My first…

Me, talking about sex onstage at the 2014 National Poetry Slam. Photo by Mary Cae Vignolini.

“The Girl Who Masturbates,” Or, How Everyone Knows My Name, And It’s Only The Second Day Of College

The author of this article is 18 years old and is thus legally allowed to talk about herself masturbating in the continental United States. It is once again that time of year where returning college students make the long, weary trek back to their mediocre dorm rooms, and wide-eyed freshmen enter into a world of…