A few years ago, I wrote a piece called “Send In The Clowns”. As a photography student who was enthralled by feminism and bodily autonomy, I captured my thoughts on makeup through a series of pictures that expressed my confusion- whether weaing makeup was feminist or not. Two years on, I would’ve never thought that…
We sat down with animator and illustrative artist Pippin Lee Truman to chat about their artwork, intersectionality, and their advice for fellow artists! Check out the interview below! V: What inspires your artwork? P: I would say that my inspiration mainly comes from the media around me, especially things like comics, because they’re such an…
This is me. All of me. U want it? U got it.
If you’ve been anywhere close to Times Square, you may have heard the recent controversy over the nearly naked women posing for photos. These woman wear headdresses, thongs and nothing else. The rest of their body, including their breasts are painted with body paint. Mayor Bill de Blasio has actively spoken out against them. Some people…
A present concerning past things A present concerning present things A present concerning future things events that draw on memory undertaking the act of remembering essential details here descriptive maps mental maps describing the borders Arguably, here the witnesses tend to be influence by the needs of the present rape of women maltreatment of youth…
I love makeup. There, I said it. Taking the time to do my makeup—concealer, foundation, eyeshadow, eyeliner, brows— is a large part of my morning (and self-care) routine. Now, as feminists, we know that makeup should be applied out of choice, rather than obligation to society and/or our significant others–but I love it. I love…
rabha ashry is an arab poet who is terrified that graduating university means that she will be sentenced to a life of housewife-misery just like her mother. she writes poetry to stay sane and remind herself how to breathe. rabha ashry is mother to ganoush the cat. she lets him sleep in her bed every night…
I graduated college two weeks ago and I find myself already lost. The place I have called home for the past four years has shut its doors to me and I’m left outside hyperventilating under the hot Middle East sun. This sounds dire, and to me, it is. Four years ago I started school at New…
Ode to Ovaries According to biology women are born with all the eggs//they’ll ever have// so some girl collects robin shells//and finches and blue jays// drains the slippery bodies inside like oysters//til all that’s left//is hollow// til their dead pulses//turn this into a poem//and she waits// and waits and waits//lining them up on…
image by jujulica.tumblr.com Let it be known that Persephone never consented to anything. She didn’t know the consequences of those six seeds, didn’t know the consequences of having both budding breasts and brown skin like the Earth, like her mother, who knew it would become a problem sooner rather than later. Let it be known…
