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June 7

Northeast Ohio Doula Collective Meeting
When? 7:00pm
Where? NEO Birth Services
What? Interested in volunteer doula work in our community? Join the NEO Doula Collective for our monthly development meeting!
The NEODC brings together doulas, or birth partners, from across NE Ohio in our mission to serve at-need women, infants and their families. We are experienced birth and postpartum doulas, birth educators, nurses and midwives who believe in providing holistic and supportive care to women during and after their pregnancies regardless of life situation or ability to pay.
RSVP? On Facebook

June 17

DISCUSSION GROUP: Pride Cleveland 2015
When? 6:30pm
Where? LGBT Cleveland Community Center
What? Hollaback! Cleveland will be marching this year on the platforms #blacklivesmatter and #translivesmatter. We will be prioritizing the voices of black folk, queer folk of color, and trans folk of color as we march. We will host a discussion group to bring the above groups to the table to talk about pride, what it means, micro-aggressions, racism, transphobia, identity, etc. All ages are welcome!
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Trans Woman Brutally Murdered, So-Called “Reporter” Spits On Her Grave

ETA: Thanks to the compassionate reporting of Trudy Ring at The Advocate, we now know that the victim was known as Cemia “Ci Ci” Dove, 20 years old, from Cleveland. The Plain Dealer has since edited the offending article, removing the pronoun “he”, and added the statement: “This story has been edited since originally posted to bring it within the style recommended by the Associated Press involving transgender people.” View the original piece that caused so much hurt in the LGBT community here
Donations for Dove’s family can be made at TransOhio.


Upon confirming that a dead body recently discovered in Olmstead Township was indeed a transgender woman currently undergoing hormone therapy, Plain Dealer “reporter” John Caniglia was excited to let his readers know that the woman’s “fight for acceptance” was finally over.

Despite being fully aware that Ms. Acoff identified as a woman and was taking estrogen, John goes on to mis-gender her by using the wrong pronoun exactly eleven times in the article, as well as not-so-subtly insinuating that she was a criminal and a liar who ultimately deserved whatever happened to her. This is exactly the kind of vitriol that feeds and strengthens the hatred many people already feel for anyone outside of the gender binary. The murder rate for trans* men and women is egregiously high already (which, apparently, wasn’t important enough to mention in an article about yet another trans* woman being murdered) and anyone that uses their public platform to feed this beast bears a portion of the blame. They must be made to answer for the blood on their hands.

Now, I’m not naive enough to be surprised at seeing yet another trans* victim disrespected in the press – the few outlets reporting on this matter are all guilty of mis-gendering the victim – I am genuinely surprised at how blatant John’s contempt is. While reading this drivel that he calls “reporting”, one almost feels as if you can actually see his eyes narrowed underneath beads of sweat as he furiously hit the backspace key on sentences that weren’t nearly hateful enough for him. It really does seem as if he deliberately tried to be as degrading as possible.

Mission accomplished, John. Hey, maybe after you finish your coffee tomorrow morning, we can meet at the burial site and piss on her grave? Just in case people didn’t quite get the message.

Feel free to let John know what you think by calling him at 216-999-4097 or emailing him at; if you’re a fellow Clevelander, you can submit a letter to the editor for Plain Dealer here.

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FundRazr – Anonymous Donor TODAY ONLY!

Donations are coming along, but we have a long way to go! Today, an anonymous donor has offered to match donations up to $50 – we have until midnight tonight to take advantage of this. DONATE HERE. Please share widely, every single dollar helps! Once event costs are covered, the rest of the fund goes directly to the Cleveland Rape Crisis Center.

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(Please forgive the cross-post!)

Helping: You’re Doin’ It Wrong

The article making it’s way around Facebook today brings to light two important issues: First, the Catholic Church is a haven of hypocrisy that doesn’t actually give any flying fucks about the sanctity of life or the plight of the disadvantaged (duh); secondly, women are just like dogs that need to be spayed so they can’t multiply. Oh, don’t forgot how EASY it is to get into rehab facilities! There’s no access or overcrowding problem at all, women just refuse to utilize them!

This sounds so hyperbolic, I know. But really, there just isn’t any need for hyperbole when it comes to the organization that calls itself “Project Prevention”, a non-profit that pays addicts cash for undergoing sterilization or IUD insertion. Their website bends over backwards to paint themselves in an altruistic and benevolent light in order to sugarcoat the very questionable ethics of their ‘work’; they resist the accusations of modern-day eugenics. Yet, not only do their Facebook updates nastily hint at their disgust for the “druggies” they prey on – or, as I like to refer to them, drug-addicted systemically disadvantaged human beings existing below the poverty level that our society loves to vilify, but mainly just HUMAN BEINGS – founder Barbara Harris wants to make it very clear that she is not even remotely concerned about the women she bribes (11:14 in). She even goes so far in defending her bribery as to propagate the favorite conservative myth that these women already have access to free contraception but just refuse to utilize it. This is not and has never been the case in the United States. Some people in some areas can find free birth control, yes – not only is it NOT available in most areas, when it is available it’s mostly in the form of The Pill; not the IUD or tubal ligation, which are the only two options Barbara deems appropriate for those nasty crack smokin’ whores.

She also insists that a huge number of drug addicted women have “litters” of babies (Get it? The ‘bitches’ have litters! Haha?) despite the fact that 1. Women who use drugs, statistically speaking overall, have about the same amount of children as women who do not, and 2. These women are not birthing 3-12 babies at a time, as the word “litter” would imply.

When Barbara’s inflated and misleading anecdotal ‘evidence’ is called out, she appears not to even understand or comprehend the fact that her rhetoric is harmfully overblown and ignorant. Well, actually, I suppose that’s a bit unfair… she may indeed understand, but her ideology of addicts being nothing more than trash with no human worth whatsoever will not allow her to admit it. She appears to hold great disdain for science in general, repeatedly brushing off statistical research and medical studies as unworthy of even a moments consideration. (With that attitude, it should come as no surprise that her group is being supported and funded by the right wing, specifically Richard Mellon Scaife, a millionaire donor to conservative causes.) No, she’d rather continue waving cash under the noses of diseased individuals, who – depending on their current fix or lack of one on that particular day – are more often than not incapable of making fully informed decisions about their future. Throw cash at ’em, send them off to buy MORE DRUGS, who cares if they go off and overdose and die! They’re just incubators for the BBZ, after all. Right?

Look. Infants that experience side effects due to prenatal exposure to toxins of any kind? It is heartbreaking. My stomach is twisted into knots just thinking about it. It’s cruel, it’s unnecessary, and I don’t begrudge anyone who is upset at this occurrence. It is the very definition of upsetting! Children are to be protected, yes! But. Babies in withdrawal? This is not some epidemic as Project Prevention would have you believe. The “crack baby” myth was (and still is) an incredibly overblown media scare tactic with racist undertones. We don’t see nearly as much publicity and panic about the use of tobacco and/or alcohol use during gestation, despite the fact that these two substances are actually more likely to negatively impact fetal development. It’s discouraged and judged, for sure – we love dragging pregnant women through the mud for everything from drinking coffee to eating lunch meat – but not nearly to the same extent. Where are all the sensational headlines and the panicked white journalists? Where’s the rabid media frenzy? What is the difference between these two substances and crack, when it comes to pregnant users? Statistically speaking, the amount of women smoking cigarettes during pregnancy is double that of women who use crack. But crack users are more likely to be women of color – making an easy scapegoat for race-baiting assholes to continue the narrative of black women as “jezebels”, “savages”, as mere animals who are just plain “inferior”… despite the fact that white women were found more likely overall to abuse substances during their pregnancy. But eh, Barbara isn’t really interested in any of this. It would interfere with her tiny little black and white world view, and we can’t have that!

Watching her defend this organization, you can almost see the internalized misogyny dripping from her every word. I’d pity her, if the only person she was hurting was herself. But she is voluntarily participating in and encouraging a mythical societal narrative that frames every woman who has ever struggled with addiction, especially moms, as street trash.

This is not the answer. I am all for sterilization and long term birth control for women (and men!) who wish to utilize it – I adamantly believe that all forms of birth control should be freely available on demand. I’m a strong supporter of universal healthcare, period. I am absolutely revolted that an entire program exists to bribe people into these (sometimes permanent) decisions when this time and money could – SHOULD – be spent on increasing access and funding for treatment. Recovery IS possible. Addicts, in general, are NOT some lost cause. They’re still fucking human beings; they’re someone’s child, sister, cousin and yes, sometimes they are even someone’s mother.

Barbara likes to insist, when criticized, that the women she bribes aren’t interested in getting clean. She likes to insist that most aren’t interested in any treatment at all and that they even turn down offers made to them by the hospitals they birth in, over and over. As if there are empty rehab facilities just around the block, and hospital staff simply isn’t able to convince these women to check in. Bullshit. These facilities are always full. There’s almost always a waiting list, sometimes the wait is even longer than a year. In the majority of addictions, professional guidance is imperative to getting clean. This country simply, literally, does not have enough clinics and professionals to go around. Maybe we can work on that, instead?

Now, that’s an objective I could get behind.

Please support National Advocates For Pregnant Women in their mission to combat harmful stereotypes about addicts who are mothers, as well as protecting the human rights of all pregnant women, no matter their circumstance.

Millions of American Women Do Not Regret Their Abortions: You Cannot Erase Us

Normally, I just delete the trolly comments that come my way. Today, though, I received a pretty fantastic comment from one Jacqueline Dorman:

Have you ever had an abortion personally? It’s a horrible experience. I have worked with post abortive women for 10 years and they are physically, mentally and emotionally scarred by their “choice”. I’m not so much pro-life as I am pro-woman and I see them after they make their “choice” and 90% of them regret it and wish they would have known how it was going to affect them physically, emotionally, mentally and spiritually.. Every time they hear a baby cry, when their projected due date rolls around every year, when they become pregnant with a “wanted” child. A majority of them suffer from PTSD…you may only see them before the abortion and I can tell you the aftermath is very tragic. You seem to really care about women and I really encourage you to talk to some post abortive women 2 weeks, 2 months or 2 years later and see what they have to say now. Let’s push contraception as much as we can because abortion is a choice that no woman should ever have to make.

[Emphasis mine.]

Jacqueline is probably oblivious to the fact that she is making a wonderful argument in favor of increasing Pro-Choice activism. The fact that many people actually wholeheartedly believe that most women who seek an abortion will suffer great psychological harm should serve as a reminder to those of us on this side who support women’s choices; that is, why projects such as My Abortion, My Life are so incredibly vital to preserving our right to terminate a pregnancy for any reason we deem sufficient. The majority of women who speak publicly of their abortion are indeed the women who have decided they regret their choice. Those of us who do not have regrets – the real majority – are very rarely ‘out’ about it, which paves the road for the anti-choice movement to exploit regretful women and erase all the rest. Leading people like Jacqueline to emphatically state with such confidence that of the approximately 50 million  women who have sought legal abortion(s) since 1973, 45 million of them do or will regret their decision.

This is, to put it gently, a vastly flawed conclusion to draw; especially so when you take into account the numerous neutral medical organizations that have long ago debunked this myth.

Says the American Psychological Association:

The best scientific evidence published indicates that among adult women who have an unplanned pregnancy the relative risk of mental health problems is no greater if they have a single elective first-trimester abortion than if they deliver that pregnancy. […] Across studies, prior mental health emerged as the strongest predictor of postabortion mental health. Many of these same factors also predict negative psychological reactions to other types of stressful life events, including childbirth, and, hence, are not uniquely predictive of psychological responses following abortion.

Interestingly, the APA identifies “Perceptions of stigma” as one of the primary reasons a post-abortive woman may experience negative feelings after her procedure. (See: rabidly angry old men waving fake fetus posters from the sidewalk – I mean, “sidewalk counselors”.) Quoting from the 2009 APA study, “The claim that observed associations between abortion history and a mental health problem are caused by the abortion per se, as opposed to other factors, is not supported by the existing evidence.”

The American Medical Association has reached the same conclusion, and the Guttmacher Institute also has a vast array of sources discrediting this so-called “Post Abortion Syndrome”. Yet, the idea persists.

One of the reasons this myth is so disingenuous and malicious is the fact that women who carry to term are at risk of experiencing harmful mental health conditions such as postpartum depression (PPD). The Center For Disease Control recently found that “According to a recent CDC survey, 11% to 18% of women reported having frequent postpartum depressive symptoms.” So, why do the anti-choicers believe that the silly wommenz need to be protected from only one of their three pregnancy options because it might make them all sad and stuff, but they’re not the least bit concerned with women who actually carry to term only to experience anything from mild depression to actual psychosis? Why aren’t they out there warning women at fertility clinics of the risks of PPD? Or placenta previa? Gestational diabetes? Pre enclampsia? Even death?

The notion that the other side is only “concerned” for the health of women and children falls to pieces after a mere minute of close examination. It’s almost boringly easy to debunk their falsehoods and scare tactics. If their cause was so just, they wouldn’t feel the need to fabricate reasons for supporting it.

Now, my personal response to Jacqueline, which will from here on out be a universal reply to any troll who wanders over to this space to parrot harmful myths:

Dear Anti,

Don’t presume to speak for all women who have chosen abortion – in fact, don’t ever presume to speak for all women, period. Studies – actual, verified, peer reviewed studies – have proven that the most common emotion after an abortion is relief. Women who regret their abortions are a minority. The same cannot be said for women who are pressured, baited and outright lied to by assholes feeding them long ago debunked myths about abortion causing breast cancer, infertility, etc. (nope, not at all, not even a little bit true.), women that carry to term ONLY because they’re scared shitless of abortion, who end up giving the baby they spent fourty weeks of hard labor creating to strangers; strangers who have absolutely zero legal liability to honor ANY aspect of the adoption agreement they worked out with the birth mother.

I suppose you’d rather we return to the good ol’ days when the only options were: parenting a child that was never wanted; seeking an illegal and sometimes deadly abortion; or being hidden away in secret during pregnancy only to have their child taken from them without informed consent and spend the rest of their lives wondering where their child is and how they are doing.

While it is actually TRUE that more women regret adoption than those who regret abortion, unlike you, I advocate for a woman to have a choice, period. Adoption, abortion, parenting – there is no right or wrong choice. Only the women who owns that particular uterus and the contents therein deserves to decide what is right or moral. Not you, and certainly not I.

Which is why the clinic that I volunteer for not only offers abortion, but birth control and pregnancy tests, too; we also work directly with one particular adoption agency that has established itself as a strong advocate for the birth mother and who will inform her of all the legalities of an open or closed adoption, and minimize the chances of regret by giving her the love and support she needs through that process.

Normally, I wouldn’t have taken the time to respond to someone so clearly misinformed – at least, I assume you’re simply misinformed, as I’d like to give you the benefit of the doubt here! – but you’re a little different than the usual anti-choice comment er in that you actually support contraceptive use to prevent unintended pregnancy in the first place. So I sure do hope you are investing volunteer time and money in Planned Parenthood, who’ve done more to prevent abortions in this country than ALL so-called “Pro-Life” organizations put together, as they object to contraceptive use entirely.

I have, indeed, had an abortion. Relief was, indeed, the strongest feeling afterwards. I’d rather kill a hundred non-sentient embryos than bring an unwanted child into this world – and NO, adoption was not an option for me. I’ll be damned if I risk health and my very life to create a new person with absolutely no payoff to myself. I can see you spitting “selfish!!” at your screen, and it’s ok. I make no apologies for placing value of myself above that of a zygote, embryo or even fetus when science has proven these life forms can not possibly even BEGIN to be self aware, or feel any pain, before the cerebral cortex is developed enough to receive those signals. It is biologically impossible. I, however, am an actual sentient person who can feel. Pain, love, joy, sadness, and everything else imaginable. I am worth more than coat hangers, rapey back alley (fake) “doctors”, worth more than mere chattel.

I have, indeed, spent time with many women before and after their abortions. That includes patients, of course; but it also includes my friends. One friend just had an abortion a few months ago. She is done raising children, and was not about to start all over again just because the asshole she slept with slipped the condom off. Thankfully, there was somewhere safe for her to go. Another friend had one back in 2003, and has experienced absolutely no regret. Thankfully, she, too had somewhere safe to go. And I have many more stories where that came from.

I don’t doubt that there are women who regret their abortions. However, I will not stand for the amount of these women being completely exaggerated and inflated on my site. You’d sound a lot more reasonable if you just presented the facts, and shared how exactly YOU plan to reduce the number of unplanned pregnancies in order to prevent the need for abortion. (Again, see Planned Parenthood.)

Women AND men make major life decisions and later regret it. This is called living life. People regret having children too young, they regret trusting an open adoption only to be burned by adoptive parents who cut off contact despite promises not to, they regret marrying the ‘wrong’ person and having to endure divorce, they regret smoking too many cigarettes and making their teeth yellow, they regret choosing adoption at all even if the adoptive parents do keep their agreement, they regret their major in college, they regret ever having children at all. The idea that the possibility of regret is a reason to paint something as bad, horrible awful always always wrong for EVERY ONE NO MATTER WHAT OMGWTFBBQ is therefore an invalid argument. If we as a society followed this line of thinking to it’s logical conclusion, there would be nothing left for anyone to regret.

On Being a “Downer”, or Why I Won’t Stop Giving Patriarchy the Finger Just Because You Like Hiding in Your Privilege

So, this is making the rounds on Facebook: For those who think I rant about the patriarchy and misogyny too much, authored by a lady named Julia. While a brutally honest read, it’s frustrating to realize just how many folks actually need this reminder; more maddening than frustrating – downright infuriating – when I realize that Julia almost certainly chose to share only a small fraction of her life experiences with sexism and misogyny. As, undoubtedly, did Glenna; who shared her own post with me on Facebook after being inspired by Julia.

Glenna said to me, “I think this is something every woman should do.” She’s right, of course. We don’t share these stories nearly often enough, not even (or especially not) with our male-identified loved ones. As the picture accompanying this post clearly demonstrates, so many of our men cannot even begin to fathom what it might feel like to simply be female in public.

So here’s a very small taste of that. This is not only for all the men that have ever harassed me, it’s for for all the men that I care about in my life who don’t Get It; most importantly, this is for all the women out there in the interwebz who may read this and feel a little less Alone.

To all the men in their 20’s, 30’s, 40’s (and up!) who slowed their cars when they saw (12 year old) me walking down the street to ask “Hey girl, need a ride?” or “Where’s your boyfriend, sweetie?” or “Get in, hun, I’ll take you all the way!”

To the gas station owner who wanted to sell (15 year old) me pills, and offered a discount if I would be “sweet” to him.

To the middle aged, male customers at my first job who were upset at discovering I was only the (15 year old) hostess who gave them a table, not their server for the night; who didn’t believe me when I tried to fend off their advances with a weak line like “Sorry guys, I’m married” because they could see I was “obviously too young to be married!” but not too young for them to tell me they liked my “little tits”.

To all the male teachers in middle school who would tell me how much prettier I’d be if only I would SMILE for them.


To the guy who (while sitting next to my date, his friend) reached across the table to grab my breast when asking if he could “share” me.

To the guy who was my date, who only laughed at my stunned silence.

To all the male bosses in the food industry who would tell me how much prettier I’d be if only I would SMILE for them.

To the old men in the bars where (22 year old) me used to stop at for an after-work-drink, who would immediately swarm me to tell me I shouldn’t be in a bar by myself because I was such a “pretty young thing”.

To the guy who started talking to me on the street, followed me inside the gas station, then continued to follow me down to the bar I was going to, even though I’d decided I no longer wanted to go to the bar because I was freaked the fuck out but I went anyway, because it was better than letting him follow me to my home, then told me “not to leave without him” when he went to the bathroom. To my boyfriend at the time, who laughed at me when I ran home and called him crying because it took me an hour and a half to get rid of that night’s stalker.

To the older teenage boy who, while attending a party at his house, asked my then-boyfriend permission for he and his friends to “run a train” on me. To the boyfriend who politely said “no thanks” because he “didn’t share”, instead of the more appropriate “fuck off, pig” because since nobody bothered to ask ME for MY permission, it would have been a fucking gang rape.

To the old man a week ago who, upon seeing me walking down the street with a 20 ounce of Pepsi in my hand, began hollering “Where’s my Pepsi, baby?”

To the countless men over all these years who, upon being ignored after shouting “Where’s your man, baby?!”, predictably began to cuss and swear at the “fucking bitch cunt whore dyke frigid lezzy slut” who “thinks she can fucking ignore me, bitch“.

To the old angry white male protester at the clinic where I sometimes volunteer as a patient escort; who, in between shouting slurs and condemnation at all the women who were daring to visit the doctor’s office, told my fellow (male) escort that I am “better to look at” than he.

To one of our most hated favorite regular protesters who was apparently arrested on charges of possessing child pornography last year, suggesting that he cared more about “the children” that women were “killing” than we ever suspected.

To my own father, who always supported and regularly reiterated our societies desire for woman not to be such “bitches”; who cheated on Wife#1 and Wife#2; who spent his paychecks hiring women to fuck him.

To my male (former) friend who said that if women don’t call the (inner city, corrupt, sexist, dangerously volatile)  police after being raped then obviously it wasn’t “really rape”; who also said that if a women he fucks becomes pregnant he should have the legal right to force her to carry to term because it isn’t fair that the person who actually has to do the hard work of creating a baby gets to decide whether or not to create a baby.

To the family member who, after I friended him on Facebook, verbally attacked me on my wall for “posting so much dumb women’s rights shit” and who threatened to “stab me in the uterus” if he ever sees me again.

And again, to the same family member who pelted my aunt with the same violent rhetoric and then some, calling her a “whore” after she stepped in to say “You’re out of line.”

To the male teacher who told (11 year old) me that I would “end up some fat miserable housewife having baby after baby” because I was so bad at math that I gave up on it, instead of recognizing that I needed individual attention in that particular subject while easily acing every other school subject ever put on my desk.

To my old boss at the (painfully politically correct and purposefully diverse so they could brag about it) banking office who still felt entitled to tell me HOW MUCH PRETTIER I’D BE IF ONLY I’D SMILE FOR HIM. FUCK YOU.

To the same boss who, after I decided I was fed up with using smelly and sticky chemicals to paint my face to match the other women in the office and quit wearing the socially expected amount of makeup, constantly told me how “tired” I looked. No, motherfucker, I’m not “tired”, THIS IS MY REAL FACE. Where’s YOUR goddamned lipstick and foundation, huh? Oh, right – your face and body is just fine; mine obviously needs some serious work and it’s your duty to remind me of that… every fucking week.

To the asshole who tried to blackmail me into fucking him by threatening to tell my kind-of-boyfriend at the time that we already did fuck (we didn’t) and that I was a whore, and then carried that threat through as promised.

To the gas station attendant I regularly make small talk with who asked me what I was making for dinner when he found out it was “my mans” day off. Who was genuinely confused when I asked him why he assumed *I* was making dinner.

To the convenient store owner who asked me why I was “allowed” to go to the store by myself after dark. Who was genuinely confused when I pointed out that I am 27 years old, and my deadbeat father was fucking dead anyway.

To the Nice Guy™ that I met at a Mudvayne concert, who seemed to be genuinely interested in having a real conversation, whose company I enjoyed enough to give him my contact information; who then emailed me one day to ask if I’d like to go with him to another concert… who then, after I accepted the offer, emailed me back to say “Hey, I was telling my friend about you! But how big are your tits again? I can’t remember!” and was deadpan-fucking-serious.

To every man on the street, in the grocery store, at the bus stop, at a concert, at the dentists office, and so on (and on, and on…) who stopped me in my tracks and interrupted my daily personal business to tell me to “smile!” for him. I am not your fucking clown, here to amuse you; I am not a fucking Christmas tree, here to brighten your day with pretty colors and sparkles; I am not fucking yours.

To all the men – even the self-professed “liberal dudes” – who will read this, and wonder why it bothers women that we are constantly being told to “smile, baby!” by men everywhere, even strangers.

To all the men that will be wondering why this bitch can’t take a compliment.

To all the men that will think “Gosh, someone doesn’t appreciate being attractive!”

To all the men that would, upon viewing a picture of me, think that I am really “not that great looking, after all” and “quite unremarkable, but probably still meets fuckability standards” and wonder why I don’t just “take what I can get, considering“.

To all those men above, who would be legitimately shocked and horrified if I used this blog post to delve more deeply into the abuse I’ve taken from men in my life; who would be outraged at the way I’ve been grabbed, pinched, groped, had my hair pulled, pushed, followed, choked, raped, slapped, kicked and trapped in small rooms by men whose interaction with me began by just wanting to “take me out” or “compliment” or “take care of” me; who would wonder why I stayed trapped with an abusive boyfriend for three years, who will no doubt try to mainsplain to me how I should have left sooner.

To You Guys: All of you, who will refuse to fucking understand how “Smile, baby!” plays directly into the societal narrative that allows men to excuse their physical, mental and sexual harassment and escalating abuse with “Duh, that’s just the way things are – men can’t help themselves, don’cha know!”

Yeah, guys. We’re fucking tired of it. Apologies if our intolerance of your intolerance makes your privilege a bit uncomfortable. Next time you roll your window down to shout at a woman who dares to walk down the street in public, because you think you like her legs: Stop and think instead about how many times that woman has been followed by creeps after they yelled the same shit that you’ve got sitting on the tip of your tongue.

Then, go home, get online, and Shut The Fuck Up and Listen.

Prevention First! Round 2

The petition to demand reasonable and swift action against misinformation in sexual education programs and lack of preventative care for survivors of assault has been re-launched. Instead of, this one is hosted on in the hopes that we get some promotion from the progressive action group Both bills are currently stuck in committee, and this petition not only targets all Ohio legislators to take action, it also sends separate individual email alerts to the House and Senate Committee Chairs in an effort to get these bills to the floor for a vote.

This isn’t the first time that these Prevention First bills have been introduced, as Sen. Turner and Rep. Antonio discuss in this February interview. In the past, Prevention was left to languish in committee without ever even receiving a vote. Considering the “concern” our Republican controlled legislature has demonstrated about our lady-parts, you’d think they’d be ecstatically enthusiastic about legislation that would not only reduce the number of Ohio’s unintended pregnancies (thereby reducing abortion) but would save taxpayers money in a time of economic hardship. It’s common knowledge now that every dollar invested in helping women avoid unintended pregnancies saves $3.74 in Medicaid expenditures, that otherwise would have been used for maternity care.

In order to hold our elected officials accountable, in order to force them to do their jobs of representing the best interest of Ohio residents, we need to push them. The Compassionate Assistance for Rape Emergencies Act (SB 283/HB 419) and The Act for Our Children’s Future (SB 232/HB 338) will forever languish in committee if our officials feel they can get away with ignoring the needs of those most vulnerable in our society: our youth and our survivors of assault.

Please add your signature now, share this petition on your social networking accounts, and consider placing a phone call to the Committee Chairs, whose names can be found at the petition site. Or just use your zip code to find your Legislators, and give them a call.

Ohio deserves a fair shot at Prevention.


Have you registered for the upcoming Lobby Day this Wednesday? NARAL Pro-Choice Ohio and Planned Parenthood of Northeast Ohio are working together to combat the War on Women!

If you can’t make it, don’t worry – you can still help Ohio women access their constitutional right to reproductive care by donating to the Cleveland Pro-Choice Escorts bowling team HERE.

We’re Going Balls-Out For Abortion Funding!

It’s that time of year again, folks! The one and only time I will ever willingly participate in anything remotely sport-affiliated. See, I’m clumsy. Combined with my defective depth perception, this makes for a thrilling life of bumps and bruises. Doorways are particular hazardous, and it’s a damn miracle I’ve yet to dislocate a shoulder.

The dismal unemployment rate here in Ohio doesn’t particularly care about my clever ability to fall up the stairs, though. Neither does the Ohio State Legislature, despite my vehement demands that they oughtta. So on April 26th, I will indeed be haphazardly tossing large, heavy balls down a slick wooden floor while wearing nasty, floppy shoes.*

If you can find it in your cold, shriveled, feminist heart (ha! ha!) to fund my humiliation, I would be forever grateful. Every penny goes directly to the local Cleveland Feminist Clinic,  where so many women struggle to come up with the funds for their reproductive health care. It is thanks only to donation funds such as this one that the clinic is able to work out payment plans with it’s patients, as well as providing emergency contraception at a discounted price.

Click HERE to donate.

*You, too, can humiliate yourself for donations if you’d like. Click HERE to find a Bowl-A-Thon in your area!