Little Bear Schwarz

If the world told me that I would never land a career, a love life, or happiness as a woman, with a face & body covered in hair, is it not empowering (and to a degree, feminist) for me to flip them the bird, grow it anyway, and prove them wrong?

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

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

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.

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.

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

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

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.

I appear to be someone whose queerness, hairiness, and chubbiness has been wholly embraced and celebrated. I must have the answers! I don't.