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I wasn’t always a witch. Or a feminist. I lived a sheltered life as a child. We weren’t rich by any means. My parents struggled, sacrificed, and worked long hours to give us the things they never had. I took swimming lessons and learned to play violin, was a Girl Guide, and joined summer sports teams. But we lived in a small town and then a farm, a place that felt far away from the harsh realities of war and famine. No matter how many times my parents told me, “Life isn’t fair!” I never stopped believing that it should be.
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I don’t know that I’ve ever really trusted doctors.
My mother, a nurse as long as I’ve known her, tried to teach me to advocate for myself. She told me to ask questions, to do my own research, to know what I was getting myself into, and to remember that those men — because they were always men — were not omnipotent gods, but fallible humans just like her, just like me, just like you. They just happened to also be the gatekeepers of adequate health.
Dating as a polyamorous woman brings with it a lifetime’s worth of misconceptions and jealousies. Add a few extra layers of fat to that experience, and things can get depressing real fast. As a non-single, fat, polyamorous woman, I can’t tell you how often I’ve been questioned about my confidence, self-worth, who I am, and why I’m into what I’m into.
“I’m tired of being the better person,” I whined into the phone to my mother. Read More
The best feminist Facebook groups are secret. And the most notorious are the most difficult to maintain. But there is an incredible value in the emotional labour of moderating online feminist spaces, so long as there are enough of us to keep up the work. Read More
While Canadian Halloween traditions certainly don’t lack for macabre, we tend to focus on some combination of the sexy and the scary, living out our personal fantasies. Maybe it’s this reason that so many of us are drawn to traditions like Dia de Muertos (Day of the Dead). Read More
4 tips that will help you embrace your yoga body and appreciate its capacity for movement and meditation.
If you are trying to practice more yoga off the mat, non-violence is the place to start.
The rules and regulations of Wicca have always felt foreign to me, even as an eager sixteen-year-old babywitch devouring every new age book I could get my hands on and trying desperately to find a path I could call my own. Read More
It’s 100 degrees and the sweat is pouring. Outside the hall, the sun is beating down on the high, thatched-palm roof. Though we are perched high on a cliff overlooking the ocean, the sea breeze doesn’t penetrate the screens keeping the mosquitoes at bay. Read More