This was a poem written by an artist whose name I’ve long since lost to time, that taught me how to play with my cunt, why to play with my cunt, and […]
Why I play with my cunt…
Every Time You Hit A Woman…
In yesterday’s post I spoke a lot about how “this could happen here, and oh look, a shooting,” but as I sit here watching America’s Got Talent, I am thinking about my […]
The Myth of Pandora
From her is the race of women and female kind: of her is the deadly race and tribe of women who live amongst mortal men to their great trouble, no helpmates in […]
So weird thing happened…my Ohana wrote me letters
This happened, after Sunday’s Surrey Pride event which by the way was awesome, don’t believe me? Let me show you please. The best part hands down was hearing people tell me […]
Dear Siddha, I was raped and I need help
Yesterday while sitting on the train from Vancouver to Surrey, I received a letter, it was dropped in my lap in such a forceful way that it was obvious and hard to […]
