Little Bear Schwarz

Kinksters, I am not here to shame you. I am not telling you not get your rocks off. I am simply advocating introspection.

If we were to cut off all of our favorite forms of media because they contained problematic elements, we would live in a very silent and still world.

I can’t just eat in moderation—at least not yet. But I am fine-tuning and honing and perfecting my body with the honor, respect, and love of a hand-crafted sword.

At its core, body-autonomy—and feminism itself—is about giving women the benefit of the doubt that they can make up their own minds.

I’m not brave because I’m shameless, or superior, or strange. I’m brave because I’m afraid.

The building pressure of trying to find security and a future on my own, compounded with my heartbreak, caused me to snap.

“I actually like women who look like you.” How do I begin to explain what is wrong with that statement?

You can’t just sit there and post links; you can’t just talk a big game. You have to walk the walk. Want to make the world a better place for us? Start listening to — and stop stonewalling — the women by your side.

Is this a thing that happens? Do people come out — or come BACK out — as cis? Is there a closet with a hidden door?

So the result, therefore, is a culture of “fans” considering us Sideshow Freaks — bearded ladies included — to be “neat” and “fun,” but not actually real.