Little Bear Schwarz

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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?

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

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.