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- // no.01
- // no.02
- // no.03
- // no.04
- // no.05
- // no.09
- Alice
- Alicja
- Amira
- Amy
- Becky
- Caroline
- Cerowyn
- Chloé
- Constanze
- Dorothy
- Emily
- Eugénie
- Genesia
- Gervaise
- Gözde
- Ivy
- Jacqueline
- Jade
- Joanne
- Judy
- Julia
- Kate
- Lila
- Lily
- Manisha
- Mary & Lily
- Naomi
- Paula
- Pauline
- Périne
- Rachel
- Rebecca
- Roisin
- Seema
- Sophs
- Stephanie
- Sue
- Val
- Vlada
By Caroline
The last thing I thought about was myself, my body or my sexuality after becoming a single mother in my early thirties. This was 20 years ago. Like many women in this situation, my sole purpose of existence was raising a family and earning the money for it.
By Cerowyn
Isn’t it great when a man tells you what you should wear if you want sex?
My Body: History of a Relationship
By Lila
At 57 years old, I am now clearly an ‘older’ woman. Although I feel strong and comfortable in my body now, it has been a long and complex journey to get here and one that has been shaped by mixed messages from society as well as the comments of others.
Exploring relationship anarchy
By Constanze
For about a year now, I've been using an ethical non-monogamous sex/dating app. I've always been interested in ENM, but have only been in monogamous relationships. When my last relationship ended and I had gotten over the hurt, I realised that I was now finally free to explore this side of my personality.
By Sophs
As a child, I was raised in an emotionally, physically and sexually abusive household. My perpetrator was my father, someone I thought I loved deeply.
By Becky Stone
I have spent every day of my life, as far back as I can remember, wanting just one thing. To be thin. It would be the greatest thing that could ever happen to me. I would give up ten years of my life to just be thin and to never have to think about my body and why it wasn’t right, ever again. That was all I wanted.
Holding onto sexy through Chemotherapy
By Joanne
A year ago, I was diagnosed with breast cancer. It was a shock. After a mastectomy and 4 months of chemotherapy, I thought I'd never feel like me again.
My flawless imperfections are my identity
By Amira
I have felt that the colour of my skin, my features and my body were not the standards of “beauty” anyone would find attractive being born into western society.
The power of knowing who you are
By Kate Maxwell
Race wasn’t discussed at home which on the one hand seems wonderful and idyllic, on the other, I never really understood who I was, what made me different and powerful. How my lived experience would be different from that of my peers. It meant I didn’t have the fire in my belly to promote change and inclusion. Until now that is!
I am not a mix, I am my own person
By Pauline
My identity has always been stuck in-between the ends of different spectrums. I am bisexual, femme, and mixed race. The way I present myself as a queer multiracial woman has never really been accepted in the communities I'm part of. Never queer enough, never light enough, never dark enough, never masculine enough to fit the stereotype of women who love women.
Version 2.0: loving myself and others my way
By Stephanie
My friends and colleagues have always known me as a strong and determined person but I have often been described as aloof and cold. Little did people know that I was wearing a mask that was constructed from all the expectations that my upbringing and society had heaped on me. I didn’t really know what my real self wanted or how she wanted to move through the world.