Tag Archives: Love

Letting go and letting the naked women swim by

I rest here upon the banks of Ewen Maddock Dam gazing at the last evening sunlight and its glow against the reeds. Two women are floating in the water in front of me, their naked breasts a pale beautiful contrast … Continue reading

Our hearts and vaginas are scarred enough

In honour of Libyan woman Eman Al-Obeidy I have not always been a woman. Actually, most of my teenage life was spent in conflict with my emerging feminity. I was repulsed when I got my period, shamed when I had … Continue reading