( fic: 100 word essay )
Just a cramp, that's my doctor's diagnosis.
But, as all people who menstruate know, it's not just a cramp, it's the weight of the patriarchy crushing my internal organs, my reproductive system, my rights. It's not a cramp, it's my intestines turning to rubble underneath the heels of white, cis men, expensive leather shoes, capitalist creations made by exploitation of women and children and queers. Tons of toxic masculinity, burying me alive.
Listen to your doctor, people say, because your doctor thinks it's just a cramp and we like to agree with your doctor.
( fic challenge )
| 01 | Technology | 02 | War | 03 | Chocolate | 04 | Fame |
| 05 | Servant | 06 | Whisper | 07 | Distraction | 08 | Key |
| 09 | Shelter | 10 | Game | 11 | Drunk | 12 | Honest |
| 13 | Leather | 14 | Jazz | 15 | Candy | 16 | Broken |
| 17 | Stand | 18 | Honey | 19 | Pretty | 20 | Closer |
| 21 | Forty | 22 | Study | 23 | Revolution | 24 | Tragedy |
| 25 | Second | 26 | Detective | 27 | Contest | 28 | Swim |
| 29 | Rhythm | 30 | Climax | 31 | Shave | 32 | Energy |
| 33 | Nylons | 34 | Menopause | 35 | Glove | 36 | Tribute |
| 37 | Demand | 38 | Latex | 39 | Ceremony | 40 | Justice |
| 41 | Dream | 42 | Rope | 43 | Moon | 44 | Dust |
| 45 | Chance | 46 | Loss | 47 | Shake | 48 | Silver |
| 49 | Surpass | 50 | Writer's Choice |
( fic: opposition opposition )
Title: Opposition Opposition
Length: 1741 words
Rating: Parental physical abuse, LGBTQ+ issues.
Summary: All she meets is opposition, opposition.
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( fic: paper calendar )
Title: Paper Calendar
Length: 668 words
Rating: Mentions of sexual situations
Summary: Some days torn out of Alexa Hase's calendar.
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( fic: grass-like )
Title: Grass-like
Length: 2100 words
Rating: Explicit, lots of cursing, sexual situations
Summary: The days of man are like grass.
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Entry tags:
( #1 )
yes they tell us
to shut up
we tell the world
no they tell us
to shut up
it is your society
that calls our sex fair
and teaches us
to shout with our mouths
shut
Entry tags:
( #45 )
reversed
masculinity I emit
distorted vibes
men see
themselves in my shirts
opposition opposition
dishearteningly they do violence to
their reflection
toxic
masculinity bites once
femme
streamlined
femininity you receive
exaggerated signals
men overlook
the intention of your dress
attraction attraction
urgently they court
the ideal
erasure is
the wage of femininity
( playlist )
Dixie Chicks; Not Ready to Make Nice ( x )i'm not ready to make nice
i'm not ready to back down
i'm still mad as hell and i don't have time
to go 'round and 'round and 'round
Hayley Kiyoko; Girls Like Girls ( x )tell the neighbours i'm not sorry
if i'm breaking walls down
building your girl's second story
ripping all your floors out
Of Monsters and Men; Empire ( x )i find comfort in the sound
and the shape of the heart
how it echoes through the chest
from under the ground
Stromae; Tous Les Mêmes ( x )it's easy to say that i'm full of it
that i'm full of blah blah blah, come on - it's important
what you call "girl shit", it's life, it's kids
and as per usual, it's never the right time
Grace Petrie; Black Tie ( x )no, you won't grow out of it
you will find the clothes that fit
and the images that fucked you
were a patriarchal structure
and you never will surrender
to a narrow view of gender
Masami Okui; Rinbu Revolution ( x )take my revolution, and let's go on living,
as reality approaches frantically.
i want to find my place, the worth of my existence
Florence + the Machine; Hunger ( x )and it's friday night
and it's kicking in
and i'm getting dressed
and they're gonna crucify me
Entry tags:
( #26 )
in the style
of a jazz club
until midnight
soft notes round like breasts
we are all looking to
each other
waiting
drunk queens
taking wrong turns In & Out
located next door
thundering pulsating
thrusts of rhythm
waiting waiting
2.
Hymn for the Weekend
on the dance floor
Irene
arching eyebrows orange lipstick
on the fabric of my tanktop
marking my shoulder neck fingers
against my upper arm
skin beneath lips
waiting
rubbing sliding
rocking hips
3.
halt
in the music bobbing foot
drowning three shots
the bottom
is made of glass
waiting
seeing how the land lies
miniskirts tight
jeans
butt cheek impressions drowning
one Tequila Sunrise for
Véronique
4.
big breasts warm
inner thighs
in a corner of
the room a wall from away the men's world
we are desperately calling
something unnamed out
into each other
not love
we only love with our fingers
tongues with the darkness
waiting
next door
thundering pulsating
thrusts of rhythm
5.
post-orgasmic
fag whirls of smoke
breathing out the taste of cunt
used done
waiting
thundering pulsating
headache
rubbing sliding
nausea
blinking
against the darkness
6.
waiting waiting
( thread tracking )
text from last night w/reiterated
morning after w/
random scenario w/
texting w/
text from last night w/
text from last night w/
text from last night w/
feeling dominant w/
otherwordly w/
picture prompt w/
text from last night w/
hugging w/
one line w/
sticky note w/
epistolary w/
texting w/
word association w/
gen texting w/
gen texting w/
what are you proud of w/
two truths and one lie w/
random scenario w/
what are you proud of w/
shipping picture prompts w/
gen texting w/
texting picture prompt w/
heart meter w/
texting picture prompt w/
tfln w/
(texting) picture prompt w/
Entry tags:
( #11 )
we have grown sharp edges
on our pussies
slashing Y chromosomes
the x factor is rock hard stone
on stone
so women sisters don't hurt
themselves
on each other
Entry tags:
( #2 )
- ma'am, tell your daughter I am whatever the fuck I want to be
(make a grand exit, it will linger even after you have left)
- mama, can I also be whatever the fuck I want
(victory)
Entry tags:
( #4 )
by my privates
degrade the world
only
viewable
between my thighs
call me a pussy
call me a cunt
call me by what is
mine
take its name in your mouth
in the privacy
of my skin-covered
holster
I will put you down
bang
what to call
a dead man