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#IBelieveHer
A few years ago, I recorded and released a podcast, discussing the behaviour of a man and his abuse of me and other women. I did this to try and raise awareness, because I knew he was attempting to use social media to find and abuse new victims, and I felt it was important to…
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Women Have Sore Throats
I have got a sore throat. So many words have soared past my painted lips, but they never click in the ears and minds of those who bind me in their bastard bounds, rounding on me with furious, famished eyes, and I stand before them, saying the same things, screaming and shouting, about my right…
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Jennifer Walks Into A Bar, Narrated By A Male Author
Her eyes were as brown as her breasts,firm double D’s, that she wasn’t afraid to show off. A tall chocolate shake in a dress she thought made her look classy. She wanted to appear impenetrable, because the world was as hard as my dick (which is really big, by the way). She had a sultry…
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Cats
I do not exist to be looked at, or dreamed about. I exist to be cowered from, because I am a nightmare, now. Maybe, once upon a time, I had the time to be something else, but now, it is too late, I have been looked at too long, leered at, shouted at, and now,…
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Imagine How Tired We Are
Why did the poet cross the road?To escape the man who grabbed her hand,spitting out a spun line about how he knows her from somewhere,knows her friend,just wants to get to know her,just wants her number,won’t take “No” for an answer. Fucking feral,her sleeve in his fingertips,wild lights at the crossing as the stars watch,the…
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Sincerely, Jennifer x 