The Personal is Political

Whoreburbia: The digital gentrification of ‘sex work’

Back in 2014, I co-authored an academic paper published in a graduate journal that sought to discuss the delineation of women in prostitution into mythologized categories: social pariah, abject, and shamed victim…

Pornography in the countryside

I found myself spending the few days over the New Year period in a community deep in the UK countryside. Apart from sharing domestic chores, much of the time could be spent…

Erasure

The following contains edited excerpts from and expands upon a panel I participated in called: “Creating Alternative Platforms for Feminist Analysis,” organized by Vancouver Rape Relief & Women’s Shelter as part of…

The sexiest oppression

The Mirror headline reads, “Woman aged 91 suffocated during sex game with married neighbour.” The woman’s killer left her with bruising on the face, what the article describes as, “extensive genital injuries,”…

Dear john

Dear john, You may not remember me but I remember you. As part of a research project on prostitution more than a decade ago, I stood on the corner of two London,…

Let yourself go

I’m about to admit something that, in a patriarchy, is tantamount to a cardinal sin: I’m letting myself go. Letting myself go. I choose that phrase intentionally — a phrase designed to…

Dead Rentboys tell no tales

Phillip Michael Peck was a gay boy and my best friend in high school. We met over Whoopie Goldberg in the back of the science room. We hadn’t ever spoken before and…

In real life

A year and a half ago I wrote that the internet was magic. “I can’t stand the luddites who romanticize the days where people talked. Face to face. Or called each other,”…

Of monsters and men

The house I grew up in has two bedrooms on one side of the house, a long hall, and then a master bedroom. I remember the living room as a sterile space…

Leg hair: A love story

When I was nine years old, I found nothing more amusing than watching people react in horror to my soft and innocent little leg hairs. Teenage girls who I looked up to…

What fathers should tell their sons

When they find out, people ask me incredulously if I regret not attending my father’s funeral. I had no relationship with my father for all of my adult life. I lived a…

Aging while female is not your worst nightmare

I’m going to tell you a story that is so common and so troubling it is effectively split off from the emotional lives of young women, tucked away into whatever neural recesses…

Whining about boys in bars: On feminism and loving men

There’s something awkward about being a feminist and dealing with heartbreak. I know, of course, that we all do get our hearts broken from time to time; that our politics can hardly…