On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom

Hey, you! The mom of that twelve-year-old boy who leers like some fifty-year-old drunken uncle. Start teaching him that no means no. Right Fucking Now. You should have been teaching him this already. Teach him that consent is as real as the shoes on his feet and the laces he ties in double-knots. Teach him … Continue reading On Consent – In a Seventh Grade Classroom

A cosmic radiance

I shall take my pain and turn it into beauty so blinding the stars will dim, the sun will fall, and even the heavens will weep. © Nicole Lyons