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Tagged: birth control

The first panel shows the artist, a young woman with short hair wearing a purple tshirt and dark grey pants, walking alongside the anthropomorphic representation of her virginity, a rectangle with arms and legs and a large red V down the front. The artist carries a paper bag with a red plus sign on the outside and complains, "It's scary that so many places are trying to restrict access to birth control. God forbid women have hobbies."

January 31, 2024

You’re Welcome

I no longer have to hunt villagers while taking persistent bleed damage, in order to satisfy my hormone-fueled bloodlust. Win-win.

See Something, Say Something, Do Something
A few years ago, when the world shut down and we all spent time getting more introspective than was strictly healthy, I started saving relatable anecdotes I found online to a Pinterest board. It wasn't long before I noticed the algorithm had picked up a theme. But surely, I argued to myself, it was just a coincidence that I found those tales of ADHD so relatable.
Would You, Could You, Eat a Dragon?
When food is the central love language that binds people together, what place is there for those of us who don’t want to be fed? If “eating is[…]the exclusive privilege of the living,” does that make me simply the walking dead? You can’t be a picky eater in the dungeon. Okay, but – hear me out – what if you are?
Matters of Representation (Because Representation Matters)
It's no small thing to see yourself positively reflected in something someone else has made. It's proof that you're not alone, that you're not broken, or wrong, or any of the other things we tell ourselves when we grow up and don't see a friendly face in society's mirror.