Today was the final day of Woodhull, A.K.A. The Day I Met Nina Hartley, A.K.A. the day I became a french fry size queen.
Today was the day of the Epic Fuck-Up. There is always one waiting to happen, because no vacation can be truly flawless.
For day one of Woodhull, there was a single conference called The Color of Choice (on racial and reproductive justice) that was taking place all day. Wanting to start my day with some learning, I dressed and went downstairs, quickly finding a friend and entering the conference room. We got to take part in a… Continue reading #SFS17: Thursday
When I was interning last summer at the Center for Sexual Pleasure and Health, I had a financial choice to make: I could go camping with the Center crew, or I could go to Woodhull. Not knowing much about the conference, I chose to spend a weekend in Maine, where I watched people go down… Continue reading #SFS17: Wednesday
Content Warning: mention of sexual assault. In this article, I use ‘he’ and ‘she’ pronouns, and discuss the human sexes within the bounds of the social gender binary.
Content Warning: Discussion of sexual assault and personal experience. This article was written for Sexual Assault Awareness Month. Rape and sexual assault are not black and white concepts to me.
Trigger warning: Emotional abuse