The glorious queens at The Belladonna Comedy published a piece from me this week, inspired by J.D. Vance’s, er, remarks about the postmenopausal female, and her place in the world. Which is, apparently, babies babies babies.
That’s all our place, right? If we’ve got tits?
I’m proud of this one, you glorious baddies!
Here’s how it starts:
10:23am: I wake up refreshed, for my female perimenopausal hot flashes are a thing of the past — like my sexual desirability to good a Christian man. I have slept half the day away because I’m lazy and have no children to take care of. Not only did I never have children, but now, as a result (FYI), I lack grandkids. Holy shitsnacks. That should make me cry tears of devil-shame, but it doesn’t.
Read the rest here, and subscribe to my Medium and that of the funny amazin ladies at The Belladonna.
Pictured below: The author and her vile witches who enjoy women’s rights.
Hugs and kisses and hope, friends. FORWARD!
XOXO
Martti
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