I used to think wanting filthy, selfish, one-sided sex made me a bad feminist. In my head, feminism meant women should never settle for being used or objectified. It meant sex should be equal, both people giving and receiving, both people’s pleasure mattering the same. So when I realised I secretly wanted the complete opposite…
I went out with Lisa yesterday and within about twenty minutes of being outside I was suddenly, painfully, and quite dramatically aware of how small my boobs are. It wasn’t even a gradual thing. One minute I was fine, chatting away, enjoying the sun on my face, and the next I was walking past women…
I was in central Bradford yesterday seeing an old friend and I genuinely thought I was going to melt into the pavement. Not in a sexy, sun-kissed, Mediterranean kind of way either. No. I mean proper sticky, sweaty, uncomfortable, “why the fuck is my thighs chafing in June” heat. The kind of heat that…
I left the livestream the other day, and there have been some comments I need to address. You ladies are great. Some of you, with your ethics and values from the 1950’s are clearly in the wrong place, but the fact you’re here, means there’s chinks in your armour. So I’m going to address…
I swear down the latest think tank report dropped into my inbox this morning and I nearly threw the laptop across the flat. Another thirty seven pages of carefully worded concern about power and vulnerability and the need for more funding streams. They had charts. They had quotes from academics who have never stood in…