Badass Blacksmiths: Women’s Work and Transgender Identity
People would look surprised and say, “But…you can’t be a girl. You’re a blacksmith!”
People would look surprised and say, “But…you can’t be a girl. You’re a blacksmith!”
This past Saturday, just a few hours before the Millions March in NYC, I sat down with Barbara Smith, a Black lesbian feminist legend.
A Cinderella story, with less bibbidi bobbidi and a lot more astronomy.
Not everything science has given us has made our lives better.
A lot of women went through a lot of shit so you could vote, so shut up and do it.
Although the nation’s highest offices have been sought by many badass women, we have yet to win. It’s enough to make me wish we could go back in time and vote for, well, these chicks.
In which we learn about matrices, intersectionality, and why oppression only works in one direction.
In which we learn about the basics of privilege, oppression, and what they have to do with each other.
The Smithsonian’s LGBT collection isn’t all-encompassing, but it still has some awesome stuff!
Women’s studies. What the f*ck is that? And how the f*ck did it get that way? Let’s find out!
Just like you and I contain multitudes, so does the movement which advocates for women’s empowerment and equality.
Stories of ten incredible women who have overcome everything from racism to gravity to frostbite in order to push us all forward.
Women’s studies, as a whole, is a discipline grounded in words. These pieces are some of the words that ground the entire thing.
Lorraine Hansberry’s lists of stuff she Liked, Hated and was Bored to Death With puts everyone currently working in the list business to shame.
Let us celebrate the life and legacy of a civil rights heroine, Yuri Kochiyama.
“For me, as a black, lesbian, masculine-of-center woman, I thank her for showing me how to make my invisible self visible.”
How to further evolution — with just your brain and your tongue!
“I slept in your place and on your pillow — it was most as good as the cigarette you lit and gave me all gooey — not quite, for we had you and the sweet taste too — I am foolish about you I admit.”
“The fact that both male and female homosexuals congregate on one island no doubt gives them a sense of what might be called herd-security, much like sheep gathering together under a tree during a storm.”
“I try to remain impartial about most things,” she told us, “except for two: Ronald Reagan and Phyllis Schafly.”