We need more people like Emily. Emily cares about helping people feel included, like they belong.
"I’m not including endnotes for any of those examples because I don’t think they need to be read by anyone. Until the science is better, I can’t write an inclusive book that’s closely and transparently linked to the research. Because Come Together is for everyone interested in sex in a long-term relationship, this book relies as much on conversations with actual people, who are the true experts of their own experience, as it does on academic research."
Love the beauty and intersectionality of the garden metaphor. I am an avid gardener and from now on, every time I yank garlic mustard, I’m yanking away the oppressive veil of sexual shame. Every time I hack away at burdock, I’m hacking away at the gender binary. Every time I rip out any other noxious weed, and shake the dirt from its roots, I’ll imagine the patriarchy (ugh!) uprooted and withering on my compost heap. My garden is for love, for vegetables that nourish my body and flowers that uplift my spirit, and for sharing with others I care about.
We need more people like Emily. Emily cares about helping people feel included, like they belong.
"I’m not including endnotes for any of those examples because I don’t think they need to be read by anyone. Until the science is better, I can’t write an inclusive book that’s closely and transparently linked to the research. Because Come Together is for everyone interested in sex in a long-term relationship, this book relies as much on conversations with actual people, who are the true experts of their own experience, as it does on academic research."
Love the beauty and intersectionality of the garden metaphor. I am an avid gardener and from now on, every time I yank garlic mustard, I’m yanking away the oppressive veil of sexual shame. Every time I hack away at burdock, I’m hacking away at the gender binary. Every time I rip out any other noxious weed, and shake the dirt from its roots, I’ll imagine the patriarchy (ugh!) uprooted and withering on my compost heap. My garden is for love, for vegetables that nourish my body and flowers that uplift my spirit, and for sharing with others I care about.