It’s hard to imagine that Amnesty International would call a women-only support center and refuge for female victims of sexual violence that, during its first year of operation, served approximately 2,000 women, with 250 using it as a refuge, an “anti-rights organization,” but here we are.
It’s hard to imagine that Amnesty International would call a women-only support center and refuge for female victims of sexual violence that, during its first year of operation, served approximately 2,000 women, with 250 using it as a refuge, an “anti-rights organization,” but here we are.
I recently had a social media-induced eye-rolling moment. It was a post that said Playboy magazine was about to have its first lesbian Playmate of the Month. Yeah, right: displaying one’s naked body for men’s pleasure is a heterosexual act, making this bimbo actually bisexual, if she’s not just faking it.
You may have read about the Daughters of the American Revolution brouhaha over a proposal to limit membership to those who can prove the birth certificates that denote them as female reflect their sex as observed at birth. Specifically,
I don’t know what it is precisely, but I do know two things. One is that women took a giant step forward with the Supreme Court decision West Virginia v.
I was well aware that the 250th anniversary was something over which to make a big deal, but my color scheme for both Pride and Independence Day was tie-dye. Tie-dye comes much closer to the original Rainbow Flag, as opposed to the bastardized, artificially woke-enhanced “rainbow” flag.
You know you’ve gone a good job with “Pride” when you don’t need it anymore, and can simply enjoy your gay life in America. Yes, there are still people with nasty attitudes about gay people, as there are still people with nasty attitudes about people of color, etc., which means nobody is completely safe.
I made more returns to the west side of San Francisco recently, and they came with that feeling of San Francisco being my natural habitat, even though I retreat to the sunnier and warmer East Bay when it’s time to go home.
I hate when this happens … I hate it when I hear a song on the radio that sounds for all the world like a young woman singing romantically about another young woman, only it turns out to be a young man singing.
The efforts to make gender identity a stand-in for sex, and to place trans-identified males in spaces and positions that should really be for women, is a sprawling mess.