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Wilted Orchids, Deep Roots a.k.a. How to Plan for a Funeral

Posted on April 14, 2013 by Queerie Bradshaw

How do you decorate for a party you never wanted to attend? How do you fill a room with cheer when no cheer can possibly be found? “What would he want?” we asked ourselves over and over again, as if … Continue reading →

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In Defense of Celibacy

Posted on April 5, 2013 by Queerie Bradshaw

Celibacy is underrated. This statement may sound hypocritical coming from a person who makes her living writing about the antithesis of abstinence, but my life is often controlled by sex, so I understand the importance of taking time away from … Continue reading →

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The Self-Deprecating Rabbit Hole

Posted on February 6, 2013 by Queerie Bradshaw

It’s amazing how quickly I can fall down the self-deprecating rabbit hole. One simple image sends a million negative thoughts racing to the front of my brain and soon I’m falling over, tripping into the void of despair, hating things … Continue reading →

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Navigating Sex After Grief

Posted on January 21, 2013 by Queerie Bradshaw

It’s been almost a year since DE and I broke up, a year full of horrible tragedy, grief and heartbreak. A year of change, upheaval and instability. A year in which I have not had sex. Had not. A year … Continue reading →

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Surviving Fear

Posted on November 12, 2012 by AlannaLaFemme

TRIGGER WARNING: This piece contains discussions of sexual violence and assault. Some readers may find it triggering. I found out a week ago that I am friends with a rapist. My hall-mate brought our friend (a quiet, unassuming boy who … Continue reading →

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