feminism

A walk through a popular museum of art or a search on the internet makes it abundantly clear that the portrayal of women is a popular subject in painting. More often than not they are unclothed. This image of a nude woman in painting invites spectatorship.

Since I was a little girl I have dreamed about finding that special someone. You know, the guy who is brave enough to say those three little words: I'm a feminist.

It's not the gender that's the problem: It's the oppression.

I enjoy the thought that I make other trans people, some of whom are in the closet or passing for cis, feel less alone when I take the train or talk with my normal voice.

I appear to be someone whose queerness, hairiness, and chubbiness has been wholly embraced and celebrated. I must have the answers! I don't.

Daredevil focuses on the dynamics of heroism—the display of strength and violence as a way to distance oneself from weakness.

No, nothing will make you less of a woman. But nothing will make me more of one, either.

As feminists always on the search for allies, we do ourselves a disservice by using a term with only partial accuracy.