Catherine Gigante-Brown

I immediately developed a hot-and-heavy girlcrush on the wild, wacky, brash, candid, feminist, rubber-faced comedian—and you should too.

To the tattoo artist, I was a flesh canvas that she could transform into something beautiful.

raunchy renaissance woman. multimedia artist. probably a slut.

I’m boycotting you until you start recognizing breast cancer survivors like me by carrying mastectomy bras.

erotic. intimate. unapologetic.

Mindel and Maria were young teenagers when the horrors occurred—but they remembered the tiniest details with crystal-clear intensity.

Once upon a time, it was easier to keep track of gender. Today, not so much — the lines are blurred. For many, gender’s not so much about questioning your own identity as it is about questioning the very nature of identity.

I’m a firm believer that Tiny Kindnesses can change the world, one sweet, loving gesture at a time.

A midtown Manhattan studio was recently the site of liberation-both on and offscreen-when Shenshean

Re-imagining the cervix, preserving the earth, facing breast cancer a whole new way…Annie Sprinkle’s wisdom abounds. “Life is a performance art piece,” she said...