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?

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.

No, nothing will make you less of a woman. But nothing will make me more of one, either.

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

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

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.

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

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.

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.