Archives for posts with tag: feminist

A day by the pool. This beautiful pool.

Jumping in photos.

Beers, cards, feminist chats.


The grass is growing. And my first tomato is turning red.

The Dreamers Awake exhibition at the White Cube. But mainly the carved wooden vaginas. 

Wearing my new swishy skirt and feeling pretty fabulous. 

Coming home to see that Jonny had left my room looking immaculate. Minimalist mates forever.

Getting the budget. Or a bit of it at least.

Facemasks and vulvas.


A day off, spent quite quietly again, doing things that needed to get done. Taxes, cleaning, sorting. Sending photographs of my vulva to feminist artists to make body positive artwork. You know, the usual.

Impromptu lunch with Hannah at Abocado. It was nice to have a hug.

A beer and a fire. I always love a fire.


The Period Party! Everything about it was just so amazing! The unexpected friends, the love, the laughter, the vulvas, the glitter, the donations and the pub quiz.

Not to mention the accidental anal sex talk in front of my boss, sharing the vulva book and having people tell me that I’m hilarious. Guys, stop…

What an amazing evening! I’m totally buzzing and so proud of myself. 


Women chats with Holly over breakfast. Well, willy chats.

A day at WOW. As inspiring and eye opening as ever. I just love being there.

Having some time alone, in London. I really enjoy having a day off during the week. It feels really good. 


International Women’s Day. Proud, uplifted and inspired. Every year. Plus my colleague bought in green, purple and white snacks to celebrate. I loved the appropriateness of the jammy dodgers.

The perfect pubes on this embroidered vulva.

Watching 20th Century Women. The perfect IWD date with Jo.


Seeing my Period Party poster printed for the first time.

An orgasm. Not by myself.

Hearing from the anti Tory again.

Singing and driving the van. By myself.

The event looked good. And I chatted to Emma about crocheting vulvas for the Period Party. She’s cool.

Kissing. 


Homemade brownie from my housemate. The perfect day for that to happen. Thank you Ivan.

The WEN talk: what’s feminism got to do with the environment? I particularly loved Judy Ling Wong. 

My fabulous sister in law. Sending me positive messages about shit heads being shit and making shitty decisions.