The Guilty Feminist is an award-winning feminist comedy podcast hosted by Deborah Frances-White. It’s been downloaded over 70 million times, and it “explores our noble goals as 21st century feminists and the hypocrisies and insecurities that undermine them.” I listen most weeks and often enjoy the accessible feminism mixed with educational information on hard-hitting feminist causes. But after this week’s episode on feminist porn, I really wish that they would stop trying to talk about sex.Read More →

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Am I a bad person if I feel ok after a break up? I asked myself that question again and again after I broke up with my enboifriend, not realising that actually I wasn’t ok at all. I’d been expecting to fall apart, to physically ache with the pain of missing them. I wasn’t expecting to feel numb, to feel nothing. I wasn’t expecting to feel relief.Read More →

I had another post planned for today. It was Vaginismus Awareness Day yesterday, and season three of Netflix’s Sex Education comes out tomorrow, so I was going to write about how the show’s vaginismus plot-line has made so many people with vaginismus feel seen, but made me feel more broken. It would have been clever and timely and good. Instead I fell apart in public and cried while clutching my laptop to my chest. Instead I wrote this.Read More →

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When they go low, we monetise our pain. I said it a friend back in November: when they go low, we invest in ourselves and get paid to write about the things they hate about us. I meant it as a joke, but for all else 2020 has been it’s been the year when I stepped into my trans identity and I’m really fucking proud of that.Read More →