By Kat Langton *Content Warning* Sexual Assault, Rape First of all, let’s deal with the elephant in the room. The pink one, the one who hates men, with the unshaven legs, the checkered shirt and the short hair, swinging a burning bra…
By Matthew Latter “Not all men”. The first line of defence from men on the internet unwilling to grasp the reality of their world. Three little words that are a barrier between who they are and the latest horrific attack on a…
By Anonymous TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT He liked animal planet and letting his baby nieces play with his hair. He was funny, charming and sociable. His favourite place was Magnetic Island, he loved fishing and the beach. He cared about…
By Eireann Pettman I was sat minding my own business the day a woman I had respected, until that moment, told me that “feminism is stupid, and feminists are annoying”. I didn’t know what to say. I had never met a…
By Anonymous The first time it happened I was 19, in retail, with my best friend. An older colleague kept grazing our bodies. We confided in each other and both realised we were having the same experience of being touched…
By Lucy Czerwinski *Content Warning* Domestic Violence, Abuse Where Do Feminism and MeToo Intersect? Eurovision was held in Tel Aviv, Israel this year. The winning song which brought the contest to Israel was called “I’m Not Your Toy” sung by…
By Jess Kondys Endometriosis is a disorder which causes tissue that normally lines the uterus to grow outside of the uterus. It is a chronic illness, which, for me, causes chronic pain. Endometriosis can only be definitively diagnosed through a laparoscopy,…
How to identify the symptoms of an abusive relationship *Content Warning* This piece concerns domestic violence and abuse. It’s the kind of situation most people don’t imagine they will ever find themselves in. To be so afraid of your significant…
By Jaime Colley My fingers rest on my hip bones. They slide along the bone, pinch into the fat on my hips, trace the stretch marks that reach down to my legs; they simply feel my skin. My forefinger slides up…
By Olivia Wooldridge “I swear, sometimes you make me wonder what I did to deserve a child like you,” Maya fumed, standing to the side as her daughter strode through the door, shoulders stiff and chin thrust in the air. “I’m only twenty…
