A few months before my 21st birthday, my Grandma messaged me: “Do you know you have broken the cycle of maternal women having their first child at a very young … Continue reading
About two years ago, I decided to go on birth control pills in order to regulate my periods. This also had the added perk that I could have unprotected sex … Continue reading
I really really hate going to the gynecologist. I even hate the word. I have my doctors number saved in my phone as “Lady Doctor”. I hate the awful krinkly … Continue reading
I love my period. It’s a very tangible and significant reminder of my womanhood: a reminder that I can have children, that I have this fantastic power inherently intertwined with … Continue reading
It would happen every couple of weeks. After—or occasionally during—sex with my high school boyfriend, I would freak the fuck out and curl up in a ball at the foot … Continue reading
“I prefer my women with meat on their bones,” he said as the other people in the room nodded knowingly. They bemoaned our culture’s standard of beauty that seems at … Continue reading
While browsing a collection of sex-discussion/research/positivity websites (let’s be honest…my biggest tools for procrastination) I recently encountered dialogue about something called “masturbation death grip syndrome.” An evidently common ‘affliction’ among … Continue reading