‘Can You Really Be a Queer Muslim?’: Intersectionality and the Complexity of Identity
Descent into Gilead: Examining the Growing Trend in the Suppression of Women’s Rights
A while back, I was listening to a podcast with Margaret Atwood. The interviewer asked about Atwood’s inspiration for The Handmaid’s Tale and whether it was still relevant today; Atwood responded that it was painful to admit how relevant the book still is…
Shaving, Sex, and Stereotypes: My Battle with Internalised Misogyny
As a feminist, it’s easy for me to condemn misogyny and take an active stance against any person, institution, or legislation that allows misogyny to thrive. It is by far less easy to take an active stance against the personal actions that I take, unintentionally, to enforce harmful misogynistic attitudes…
I Am No Longer Subjugating My Queerness: My Struggle Against Internalised Homophobia, Class Anxieties, and Compulsory Heterosexuality
I often experience my internalised homophobia as a kind of funhouse. As I walk through and try to find a way out (or rather, a way to come out), trick mirrors and shifting floors suspend me in a state of endless motion; I lose my path, unable to stare issues directly in the face, constantly ricocheting between and turning from them.
Little Witness: My Story of Growing Up Around Domestic Abuse
We Are Progressive Women. Are We Leaving Men Behind?
Women In The Media: Why We Shouldn’t Accept ‘Damsel In Distress’ Stereotypes
Muslim And Queer: The Internal Struggle Of Existing As A ‘Living Taboo’
‘Man Up’!
Grow a pair... Have some balls… Don’t be a pussy… A boy takes off his nail polish for fear of being called ‘gay’... I wonder why it is such a bad thing. Society has made it an insult to be seen as feminine because, in turn, this means you are weak. Young boys don’t wear pink... Boys laugh compliantly at “women belong in the kitchen” jokes… Harry Styles wearing a skirt is, according to some, single handedly ending the era of manly men. What does it even mean to be a manly man?
Why I No Longer Want To Be The ‘Strong Black Woman’
For a lot of my life, I tried my best to twist myself into the shape of a ‘strong black woman’. No matter what was going on in my life, I had to be the ‘strong black woman’. While I now know that I am in fact a strong woman, I know too that this was a mask I wore because I had no clue of who I actually was.