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Tag Archives: consent
Surgery As Initiation: A process of experiencing, witnessing, & sharing my hysterectomy
Part One content notes: surgery, hysterectomy, hospitals, menstruation, suicidality, self-injury, sex and masturbation /// also, images of bruises, scars, stitches, needles, & vials of blood, all mine, not self-inflicted I began writing this piece after I’d been home from the … Continue reading →
Self-Care for Zinesters
{For an extended version of this piece, please buy my zine, Self-Care for Zinesters.} ♥ INTRO ♥ I’m writing this as an introvert, weirdo, and decade-long zinester who has depression, BPD, and chronic pain, and someone who does a whole … Continue reading →
Ask first.
Friends and readers, I want you to know that I have a hard time saying no. I also have a hard time stating what I want or need, and making decisions (big decisions like whether or not to continue playing … Continue reading →
The Kindness of Strangers, and the Search for a Potentially Healing Community
I have a tendency to think that the whole world and everyone in it is inherently good when I stumble upon one kind stranger, and to think the entire opposite when I stumble upon a particularly unpleasant stranger. I recently … Continue reading →
Maranda Elizabeth 