Keep One In The Chamber

This poem was previously published on my column on Feminine Collective. Darkness has fallen. The winds, they blow strange. The devils we know have all changed their names. They have coloured their faces, these heathens without shame, all pointing corrupt fingers, all deflecting the blame. They kill our time breathing upon life’s precious things, taking … Continue reading Keep One In The Chamber

Choose

You can fan the flames with hate or stoke the fire with love, either way, it's going to burn.

Let It Burn – Jason King

I'm sitting outside....gazing at the night sky....counting stars....I’ve always had a love affair with them....it’s quiet....except for the crickets....and this large dog on the other side of a fence barking at me....I bite back dammit....this makes me think also I'm actually a little excited for my nervous breakdown....I’m only half joking about this.... mainly because … Continue reading Let It Burn – Jason King

Winds of Change

      I have nurtured the seeds of resistance planted in my bones long ago. Roots grown swift and mighty, a solid foundation of iron stands me firm and holds me true. Vines of resilience climb the length of my spine-straight. Blooming down arms of hope and hands of peace, raised in wait, to … Continue reading Winds of Change

The Ugliest War of You 

Absolutely amazing. This is exceptional.   I live in a place where people say “faggot”  as causal as one would say, “hello.” A passing respectful nod from a stranger  is common, although just under his brea… Source: The Ugliest War of You 

Twisted Sins

I hear it spewed from the loud mouths spit-slicked with the hate I was born with, “I’d see him dead before I saw him a faggot.” I see clenched fists raised high, scarred from years of cuffs and, I will eat your young! but now, “Jesus!” as fists come down to pummel his wife again. I … Continue reading Twisted Sins

Hey, Batter Batter!

We spend our time swaddled in self-righteousness, being outraged at the outrage of others, laying blame at the feet of everyone but ourselves. Aren’t you tired of casting stones, or just afraid that if you stop, you may have to catch a few?

Rights, Wrongs and The Sanctity of Life

It started with a simple tweet where I expressed my opinion in regard to the hundreds that I saw where people were screaming, "more guns", "shoot back", "arm the country"; and it turned into the pistol packers calling me everything from “vapid” to a baby killer. Wait, what? A baby killer? Apparently it’s completely okay … Continue reading Rights, Wrongs and The Sanctity of Life

Dear America

February 5, 2016 - 11:00 PST I'm itchy, cranky, and my vision has started to fail. FYI: If WebMD has told you that you're living with syphilis get a second opinion ASAP, and GTFO WebMD anyway because it's WebMD. You may just be experiencing a touch of Twitter overload instead, the symptoms are pretty much the same thing. But … Continue reading Dear America

Fuck you, Jian

So.Much.This.

Bone Broth and Breastmilk

It’s Day 3 of the Jian Ghomeshi trial, the first witness has been discredited already and we’ve now moved right along on to number 2.

During the time the story broke that he was being fired from the CBC as sexual assault accusations came to light, every woman I spoke to about it was deeply disturbed. Deeply disturbed. Every woman. No matter her age, level of Q fandom, political leanings and/or lifestyle, this story, of all news stories, had knocked the wind out of her. She couldn’t get it out of her head. Couldn’t stop thinking. Things were coming back to her. Feelings, and questions, about interactions she’d buried in the subterranean sludge of her mind for years. Interactions that were flooding her now. She couldn’t breathe.

I’ve been degraded, I’ve been humiliated, I’ve been coerced, I’ve been pressured, I’ve been guilt-tripped, I’ve been taken advantage of, I’ve had my humanity…

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