BeccaAudra

I keep meaning to do a proper post where I go through all the DV checklists & find examples in the 50 Shades series. But that requires me to re-read all three books & I’m not about that life. So we’ll go with controlling behavior & Ana’s inner thoughts and feelings. Anyone with a stronger...

Since there’s no help, come let us kiss and part; or kiss anyway, let’s start with that, with the kissing part, because it’s better than the parting part, isn’t it – we’re good at kissing, we like how that part goes: we part our lips, our mouths get near and nearer, then we’re...

sharing another comic sample I did applying to work for that feminist magazine — I spelt ableism wrong eeeep. 

RECLAIM was hardly an alien concept to me when I started my post in September. I had been a mentor on the very first (and very...

Every night while you are sleeping, I slip out of bed and stroll out to the garage to punch a poet in the face. The boxing ring smells of lilies, Chardonnay and blood. Those pearls you sweep up are not pearls. I weft through the ropes, back into the hard pillow of my corner, and place a gumshield...

In the 18th century (don’t have to remember the date – benefits of writing on your own tumblr), Jonathan Swift wrote a poem called The Lady’s Dressing Room. It’s about a grubby little pervert called Strephon who sneaks into a posh bird called Celia’s bedroom and is horrified to discover evidence...

We’ve been told that the smell of blood is not a theme for a woman to speak of. Let us begin with the blood that leaks from our bodies, monthly on monthly as the moon pulls firm as an anchor, our bodies harbour the potential for children to clamber from us, be held...

It only figures in the mind later This habit of men...

Poem 6: Misandry (from Acts 27:41) — “Dangerous men should be broken.”

How should I not be glad to contemplate the clouds clearing beyond the dormer window and a high tide reflected on the ceiling? There will be dying, there will be dying, but there is no need to go into that. The poems flow from the hand unbidden and the hidden source is the watchful heart; the sun rises in spite of everything and the far cities are beautiful and bright. I lie here in a riot of sunlight watching the day break and the clouds flying. Everything is going to be all right.

  Stirred will be performing feminist, queer poetry Featuring Sarah Logan, Rebecca Audra Smith, Anna Percy and others tbc. 

That’s Bartoli there on your left. And I’m sure you can see the problem here. You don’t? Oh, that might be because you’re not a BIG SEXIST ASSHOLE. Because, if you were, you’d take one good look...