Category Archives: sex

gift guide for cranky fat feminists!

Gift ideas for the holidays, for all of the cranky feminists in your life (fat or slim)! This is a gift guide in progress, so don’t forget to check back for more great finds!

books I recommend!

Fatropolis will take you away to an alternate world where big is beautiful. Hiding your body is unnecessary. Shopping for clothes is easy. Eating your fill isn’t embarrassing. If you’re a fat woman (or man!) this is a book you don’t want to miss! (age appropriate for high schoolers as well)

Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide is a book to not read lightly. It’s important work, it’s an important read, but it comes with a giant trigger warning. Amazon says “…a passionate call to arms against our era’s most pervasive human rights violation: the oppression of women and girls in the developing world. One chapter at a time, this is an important read.

Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic is a graphic novel depicting Alison Bechdel’s childhood, adolescence, and discovery of her sexuality. She shows us her vulnerabilities, her family problems, and her journey to adulthood. I’ve read this several times, and highly recommend!

Persepolis: The Story of a Childhood is a graphic novel depicting Marjane Satrapi’s coming of age in Iran during the Islamic Revolution. Don’t miss this! (also age appropriate for high schoolers)

buying books instead of drinks

my wishlist!

On my personal wishlist is Sex Object: a Memoir, by Jessica Valenti. Amazon says “Valenti explores the toll that sexism takes on women’s lives, from the everyday to the existential. From subway gropings and imposter syndrome to sexual awakenings and motherhood, Sex Object reveals the painful, embarrassing, and sometimes illegal moments that shaped Valenti’s adolescence and young adulthood in New York City.”

Fresh off the press, Feminist Fight Club: an Office Survival Manual for a Sexist Workplace, by Jessica Bennett is also on my wishlist. Here’s why: “Part manual, part manifesto, Feminist Fight Club is a hilarious yet incisive guide to navigating subtle sexism at work, providing real-life career advice and humorous reinforcement for a new generation of professional women… Hard-hitting and entertaining, Feminist Fight Club blends personal stories with research, statistics, and no-bullsh*t expert advice. Bennett offers a new vocabulary for the sexist workplace archetypes women encounter everyday.”

Fight Like a Girl introduces readers to the history of feminist activism in the U.S. in an effort to celebrate those who paved the way and draw attention to those who are working hard to further the feminist cause today.” How could this not be on my list of books to read and give?!

Rad Women Worldwide: Artists and Athletes, Pirates and Punks, and Other Revolutionaries Who Shaped History features 40 women from 31 countries around the world. There’s also a list of 250 additional rad women to check out on your own. Get inspired, or inspire others with this awesome collection!

strong women

 

coloring books on my wishlist!

The Yoni Coloring Book is an awesome gift for anyone you know that loves to color, or would enjoy creating crazy colored vulvas! The illustrator is part of our CFF community.

The Ruth Bader Ginsburg Coloring Book: A Tribute to the Always Colorful and Often Inspiring Life of the Supreme Court Justice Known as RBG. Need I say more than “notorious RBG coloring book!”? <3

 

 

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[feminist] your next coloring book! The Yoni Coloring Book

Your next coloring book! You know that you or a friend definitely needs this, and it was drawn by one of our CFFs! (also, if you purchase through this Amazon link, I’ll get a commission. this is totally a win-win-win situation) Remember, every vulva is unique, wonderful, and special. Every vagina is incredible and has the potential to be a canal of life. Now you can color 22 of them however you’d like!

Yoni is the Sanskrit word for womb or sacred passage—and what better way to consider this most sacred part of a woman’s body than in this goddess-like aspect? With 22 different hand-drawn designs by artist H.L. Brooks, this coloring book celebrates the yoni both as a symbol of womanhood and also as a highly individual form—unique to every woman and each beautiful in her own way.

The Yoni Coloring Book: For Your Inner and Outer Goddess

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Learn more and check out surprise pages from inside the book!

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[cranky] cranky #fuck card

For the fun of all who love the word fuck, here is the new “cranky fuck card.”
Share your favorite fucks with us by using #crankyfuckcard whenever you post your handiwork!
Cards are printed on 110 lb recycled matte stock paper.
cranky fuck card

Orders can be placed in increments of ten…
10 for $4 (plus $.60 shipping)
50 for $15 (plus $2.50 shipping)
100 for $25 (plus $3.50 shipping)
**shipping within the USA only right now**

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Each order of ten comes wrapped in ribbon and inside of a resealable clear craft bag.
Perfect presents for yourself, or ready to go presents for others!

[feminist] review: #Orgasm, Inc

No one truly knows where Female Sexual Dysfunction (FSD) comes from, as a medical term and disease. The pharmaceutical industry (the third largest industry in the United States) is promoting FSD as a disease with a potential monetary and medical fix. Drug companies are in a race to be the first company to be FDA approved for their magic libido-boosting drug. Everything in our capitalist world can be commodified, even your orgasms. Because “orgasms should happen and feel this one particular way… therefore your way is wrong.” So we’re going to help you have the perfect orgasm, if you can fork over the money.

your bullshit


Why are we so gullible? The vast majority of Americans did not receive proper sex ed in school. The joke “if you have sex, you will get pregnant, and you will die” is unfortunately not really a joke. Many of us learned that “lesson” in school instead of facts. If we can’t learn about our reproductive anatomy, and the purpose of our anatomy, then we are doomed to learn about sex and sexuality from society– our parents, our friends, the tv, the horrible things anyone can find online…  Continue reading [feminist] review: #Orgasm, Inc

[cranky] dear ex, I feel like damaged goods

Dear LD,
I’m trying to forget you. I’m trying not to be childish. I’m trying to move forward. To move on.

You told me you loved me, and that I had re-awoken you to the world. You provided the sincerest illusion of true lasting love, friendship, and companionship.

Looking back, I never told you my secrets, and I never fully opened up to you. Perhaps I thought I had years to do that. Perhaps I was afraid that you’d comment using your judgemental tone of voice. That same judgemental and condescending tone of voice you’ve used every time you’ve spoken to me since you dumped me.

And yes, you dumped me. It was no mutual split. Your best friend even agrees to that. “Nothing lasts forever so it might as well end now” is the most truthful excuse you’ve given me since you sent that text message calling it off.

Clearly we cannot be friends. You look down on me and talk down to me. I am unworthy because I work freelance while looking for salaried work. You made pizzas for the man until you were 40 and decided you should grow up. But I’m unworthy.

The last few times we’ve run into each other you look right through me. I suppose it’s better than you trying to give me unwanted life advice. Still, I’m desperate for your friendship. But when I’ve tried to reach out as a friend, you claim I’m booty calling you. Don’t worry, you said you never wanted to sleep with me again. I’m not going to booty call the only man who’s ever told me that.

I don’t know why it took me three months to finally lose my shit, sobbing in a heap of snot next to my dirty laundry, punching the floor. I finally needed you to be there holding me, only to realize that I was truly completely alone, that you were never going to be standing in my bedroom again. I was a shrieking terrifying mess, finally.

And I hate you for it.

I don’t know how to forgive, forget, move on, be friends. Part of my heart is scarred and dead, and you did that. It will be years before I can trust a man and love him, because I know he could be capable of running away tomorrow. If you, of all people, could run away and not look back then anyone could. And I’m not sure my heart can take that again.