“Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?
Explaining rape culture and why someone speaking out when she discovers shes the target of a group of guys chat room talk on how they want to punish her with their dicks is not ” boys will be stupid boys” nor is it “attention seeking victim playing” gor a university educated woman to say ” this is offensive and wrong”…… Did i really just have to break it down for you miss “anti feminist”?
Imagine you get that chat log. Or your young daughter. Or your young son. Do you feel ok about it still?
Are you really ok being silent because you dont want to be ” a victim” or ” attention seeking”.
Because im just not even sure how to unwrap this little truth for you in a way that wont hurt your feelings.
Amtrak has begun offering “writers’ residencies” to, well, writers – long roundtrip rides aboard Amtrak trains dedicated solely for the purpose of writing.
After New York City-based writer Jessica Gross took the first “test-run” residency, traveling from NYC to Chicago and back, Amtrak confirmed that it is indeed planning to turn the writers’ residencies into an established, long-term program, sending writers on trains throughout its network of routes.
First, let’s get it out of the way: The Wire is 100 percent on board with this idea. Pun intended, because we’re writers. We love writing, and we love trains, and we love them both together…
This is literally a dream come true to me.
I took the train from halifax to vancouver and back and wrote…. Loved it. But i have a fondness for rail travel that i cant explain.
And i think every canadian should do the cross- country once in their life if possible.
What To Do When Your Boyfriend’s Asshole Best Friend Says, “Hey, Never Trust Anything That Bleeds For Seven Days And Doesn’t Die,
OR The Only Poem I’ll Ever Write About Periods.
Don’t excuse him because he’s had
at least three lite beers
and is sweating through his black button down
that his mom or exgirlfriend
probably bought him.
Don’t excuse him because he’s been turned down
by the last six girls he went on dates with
after meeting them on tindr
with a picture that’s seven years old
Don’t excuse him because
he’s usually such a nice guy
because you don’t want to be a bitch
because you don’t want to cause a scene
because when you were seventeen
your sister told you
no one likes an angry feminist
Let me explain something to you.
Every goddamn motherfucking month since I was eleven,
a part of me
tore itself to shreds
ripped itself apart inside me
and then remade itself.
So yes, I bleed for seven days
and I don’t die
You know what else can do that?
Things of legend.
Fuck, I can even
So I say, never trust anything that can’t
bleed for seven days and not die.
You know what that makes it?
So let’s see, hon,
What you’re made of.
If you can bleed for seven days
and not die.
Rip out his jugular with your teeth.
And when he bleeds for seven seconds
spit on his corpse and say,
I thought not.
“They’re the salt of the earth, those girls. They don’t sit each night and compare notes on groups, criticizing lyrics, asking if it’s valid. They just play the record… yeah, and maybe they dance. I love them. I love them dearly.”—