where does moonlight come from

what happens to the soul

when a nun becomes a whore

or a whore becomes a nun

both a rejection of self

both servicing a dick or two

is it the payment

dollars v damnation

or the living quarters

why should we speak in hushed voices

only whispering ghosts of our pleasures

then denying them later

is there no piety in lust and laughter

when the waters churn and drip

is that only blasphemous temptation

or could it be singing of divine revelations

the voice of queen achtland in ecstasy

shrugging off the shame and misogyny

a delightful pride in scarlet letters

owning symbols once used to tether

proud and damned we are

from virgin to concubine

and back again

wanna arm-wrestle?

i do not remember a lesson in decorum

there were no drawing of lady-like

no 8-track plastic device or round record

instructing the ways of properly behaving

i think the only lesson taught to me by my mother

was to never fart in public and taking a shit is a private matter

that is what it means to be a lady

i grew up different

i grew up with women, who at times

pulled “lady-like” out of their coin purses

but they weren’t ladies-they were undercover

thinkers and strategists and comparatively insane

without apology

there was no sarah waiting orders

we had no kin made pillars of salt

because we don’t look back

we let it burn, we dance, we sing

there were men, obviously

but there were no lion tamers

there were no keepers

as a little girl i spoke my mind

without pause or remorse

i was bound by duty and honor

it wasn’t until later, much later, too late

when i saw weakness and timid behavior

it shocked me, it shook me to the core

“i hate the way i must laugh at his jokes….”

my dad’s sister’s daughter told me

i had to sit down and think

“then why the fuck do you?”

“because that is how you behave…”

this confused me even more


“because every boy must know he is wonderful”

“but what is wonderful about him?  not his humor”

“everything is wonderful about him”

“i think he is accidentally stupid, but you do it on purpose….

you are weak and gut-less and nothing”

this was my first lesson in lady-hood

i was quite intrigued

i loved being quite scientific

even when i didn’t know what that meant

life and all of it’s oddities had to be proven

when i was told cats always land on their feet

i did a science experiment by throwing many cats down hallways

i approached my lady learnin in the same fashion

i watched and practiced

it was dirty and slimy and a waste of everything

i wish i could have thrown the ladies down the hallway

i was not born a lady

i was born a woman

the warrior women of my family

pump through the blood feeding each cell

they live in and through me

i fart in public as much as possible

and let the little smile creep across my face

daughters of the water

inside each woman

there is a goddess

danu in a pool

of purity and ancient knowledge

shimmering with truth

abundant with life

striving for justice

you can hear her pulsing

ringing thriving rippling

waves of love and desire

splashing through the center

passed in sacred cups

from grandmother to the next

water driving passion

dedicated to wisdom

it rages tidal waves

of beauty and construction

reason and birth

as you dance barefoot

in the moonlight

revealing your worth

why we need feminism campaign

why we need feminism campaign

little girl reading little girl

there has been a campaign on why feminism is important.  do we  still need a feminist movement?  what good does it do society?  well, this article is the exact reason feminism still has a place at the shit needs to change table!

an little girl was being raped for years and finally ends up pregnant with the rapist’s baby.  this monster began the abuse when the girl was eight years old!  eight years old!  she is now eleven and pregnant with the baby of the man who stole her life.  what options does this child have?  what options have been ripped away from her beginning three years ago when the monster first attacked her?  what course was her life on that day?  did she have dreams of becoming a doctor or a dancer or wonder woman like most eight year old girls?  did she think she would someday be a rock star or a broadway actress?  did she dress up and sing songs in the mirror like i did when i was eight?  i doubt she was dreaming of being a mom in three years.  i doubt she had dreams of growing a fetus, or having to make a choice to terminate pregnancy before she was probably even aware of what pregnancy was.  i doubt she ever imagined the person she is today.


this girl is why we need feminism!  this girl and every other person in the world who faces not only rape, sexual assault, human trafficking, child marriages, sexist slurs against both women and men, the degradation of the feminine, the alienation at the hands of monsters hiding in shadows!  we need feminism because this girl and so many more like her had dreams that are ripped away replaced with decisions of abortion, adoption or raising a child when you are not prepared.  we need feminism because the view on any decision this girl makes will be condemned by ppl.  we need feminism bc women need to realize they are not fertile soil.  we need feminism bc this girl’s body stopped being her own a long time ago.  we need feminism bc there are monsters out there who stalked and prey on our children.  we need feminism bc no matter what this guy will never get what he deserves and because that girl will never not have been tortured.  nothing we do can ever give her back the life that was taken, the dreams that were broken when he broke her hymen, the little angel that slept with a teddy bear is now sleeping with a fetus.

littlle girl w doll teen pregnancy and education picture

real beauty

real beauty

body image is one of the major aspects of self that women battle with on a consistent basis. we are never enough. we are too big, fat, ugly, our boobs aren’t perfect, our belly swells before menstruation, we have hips that are too big, we have flat butts, we have flabby arms, and we are told from birth these things are bad. we gain a whole new set of problems when we have children. and again when we hit the point in our lives when the beautiful chestnut brown of our hair begins to turn gray and the laughter in our eyes become wrinkles. sometimes we are directly told these things, but for the most part it is said through the media, advertising, clothing stores, the sneers toward others on the beach as they point and laugh at a woman who is over weight. it is taught to us by the dolls we play w as children. there are entire industries dedicated to making women feel ugly. so when i see a fashion model hold their head high in their underwear standing on the end of a runway for photographers to take her picture, it almost brings me to tears. thank you brave woman!!!