Rebelle Society

The Desert Princess: A Fable About Formless Love. {fiction}

One day, she returned with a different light in her eyes. She sought out her parents and told them: “Okay, I will marry… I will marry the man who can bring me the sky in a dress, the moon in a necklace, and fire in a pair of shoes."

feminism

The Wild Rising: A Seven-Sealed Humanifesto for the Apocalypse.

I don’t know who started the chant, but soon there were millions of voices crying out into the night, "We are taking back our children, and we are rising! We are rising! We are rising!" The clouds started parting, and when we saw the moon, we knew we were fulfilling a sort of planetary destiny.

you & me

I Cordially Invite You to Celebrate the Non-Traditional Woman.

As an independent woman with no intention of having a husband or sex trophies, I celebrate the wanderers and the warriors -- the women who charge into life as if it were a battle. I honor the women who belong to no one and live life for themselves, creating their own happiness along the way.

you & me

Learning to Love ‘Love’: Why It’s Not Always That Easy.

We are programmed to crave chaos, pain, intensity. Many of us struggle with getting to the point of attracting love or really wanting it, because the other stuff is so damn addicting. We can blame the past. Stuff like sexual abuse, divorce, and a range of other losses we experience as kids, ...

wisdom

Growing Our Psychological Reservoirs.

After years of performing at the top of my classes and working so hard to maintain a polished and practiced persona, I began suffering from inextinguishable migraines, panic attacks, insomnia, anxiety, and depression. It was then that I discovered that play, adventure, travel, and basic ...

art

Recharging the Creative Self.

Exploring what invigorates our muse is as important an undertaking as the invigoration itself. I've found that I'm often recharged by things that don't directly relate to my creativity or to the particular project I'm in the process of completing. I’m recharged by things that relate to my ...

wisdom

Don’t Ask Me: For the Childless, Divine Mothers of the World.

I cry into animal fur because of harsh words shared so many times about this topic in the darkest corners of my life, and because of my primal urge to push bone and flesh from the wildest part of my soul into the world. So you don't know the shocking grief of having had moments of deep longing, ...

poetry

Luna. {poetry}

She dipped her bones to blood And found worth about her noble flood Like woman She birthed her sin to fearful sound

poetry

In Your Love. {poetry}

You have seduced art, from my once distracted heart, fierce love, from my once terrified body -- you know how to reveal my soul, shake down my walls, melt my eyes.

poetry

I’m Sorry: My Amends to Myself. {poetry}

I am no longer a rape victim. I have not simply survived. I have recovered and thrived and X marks the spot where I reclaim the power that was given away, where I get to build my life, just as I want it.

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