The divine feminine and her masculinity – embracing our natural duality

I keep starting and stopping blog posts at the moment. My brain has words, but not sentences. Coherent thoughts are still few and far between. Even as my brain chemistry starts to even out on this lowest dose of SSRIs I’m still not quite as sharp as I’d usually be. Often when I start writing […]

Why I posed naked for a book about sexual assault (and why it’s not contradictory)

Let’s start with the formalities.
My name is Nicole.
I was raped when I was 16.
I was drunk.
I was wearing a t shirt and shorts.
I took a drink from a random guy I’d been chatting to for about half an hour.
I was drugged.
I woke up covered in blood. My white shorts were almost entirely red.
I don’t remember his name.
It was the first time I’d ever had ‘sex.’
I wasn’t asking for it.
I bled for days.
I scrubbed my body so hard my skin bled too.
I hurt for years.
I refuse to be ashamed any more.