Fuck Positivity: It’s Ruining Your Life.
Fuck positivity. Fight for your realness. After all, real joy, real peace, and real depth, they only fully rise when you allow all your feelings.
Browsing Tag:
fuck
Dear Masculine, Stop Wasting Your Heart on Cleaning up Messes.
Stop cleaning up your heart before you let someone in. Stop putting away the parts that aren't strong. The places in you that aren't finished yet.
If Courage Is a Value That You Hold, Prepare to Be Criticized.
As a naturally strong woman, I am constantly criticized for my strength and size, and to go even further, accused of not being natural at all.
Spend Less Energy Blaming Someone Else: There’s No Such Thing as ‘Fuckboys’.
Create what you desire by taking your time and saving your sex for someone who honors you, instead of that which gives you a hint of flattery and desire.
No, I Won’t Keep Calm. And Fuck Your Cupcake.
They want you to keep calm because they want to limit your power. They want you to keep your head down, to clock in and out of your job, go home and drink or smoke or eat the pressures away while remaining complacent enough to not make any real change.
I Am Mine, and I Wanna Fuck like I Did in High School.
I was no angel either. When a guy fucked me right away and deigned to call me the next day, I recoiled, referring to an Eminem lyric that rang all too true.
Why ‘Fuck You’ Is Just as Spiritual as Peace and Love.
I reached my threshold of silent witnessing. I could feel my voice open up. Instinctively came my roaring defender and protector, saying: Fuck you for not acting with integrity. Fuck you for not taking responsibility. Fuck you for hurting me. Fuck you for manipulating me. Fuck you for not being ...
The Joy of Swearing.
I discovered the joy of swearing at an early age, despite (or maybe because of) parents who seldom swore and strongly discouraged their three daughters from doing so.
Don’t Buy the Snake Oil: When Patriarchy Masquerades as Tantra.
Drink this snake oil, and you will be fixed/enlightened/saved. Take this workshop, and you will be feminine enough to catch an awakened man.
Drop the Bomb and Let It Burn: Ode to the F-Word. {poetry}
Now, when little ones are on the scene?
My language is immaculate. Pristine.
That stipulation becomes a way
of bringing mindfulness to each word I say.
F-bombs become a tool
of my own mindfulness school.
I keep to heart this one rule:
If I can see a child,
my language remains ...