Since starting cuntism, one thing has held true: I feel more grateful and blessed for the women around me every day.
The conversations I’ve had with both women and men about feminism have been nothing short of enlightening, entertaining, heartbreaking, heartwarming, and everything in between.
The brilliant aspect of being female now is that more women are free to express themselves. More women are throwing off the shackles of male opinion and doing what they love to do. More women are taking to many forms of media to share their voices and talents.
And they won’t be stopped because some small man with nothing better to do trolls and harasses. We still fucking see you, trolls. Still.
I, of course, argue that yes, indeed, things are better for women, trans, female-identified. BUT . . . but, we have a long way to go. So here we are, moving right along.
I’m absolutely in love with this issue’s content. On the cover, Emily Gonzales graces us with one of her stunning pieces on Frida Kahlo (whose birthday was July 6).
Michelle Morrison makes a compelling argument for feminism in historical romance.
Lex Voytek examines the age-old sexism of young nude models versus rapey photogs.
Angela Lovell shines a light on the dark in her poem “Sputtering Flame.”
And no issue would be complete without a cunt crush; this issue we fall for Aldous Harding.
Stop by the Pleasure Center for some femme delights.
Special thanks to Ronnie Reynolds and Crash Lovedog for research and graphics, respectively.
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