Originally published at the Good Vibe Magazine, which is NSFW so I am cross-posting it here: So SlutWalk SF was this past Saturday, and I wrote about the forethought of attending and bringing my sons with me. You can read that
On my first day of school Saul Williams is in my ear: And when my fears arise I blow them out Blow them out Get it out Blow it out He’s whispering, shouting, provoking Daring me to only bob my
Death and taxes don’t hold as much weight with me as they may with some. By some, I am thinking of mostly the over privileged and those who aspire to be like them. Growing up poor and female… death didn’t