A Sumptuous and Silly Story

In the Land of Women

Once upon a time there was a village. This village was highly unusual because it consisted of only women. These women would call out each morning to her sisters, "COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO." The call would be passed from hut to hut and the sisters would gather at their special meeting place in the centre of the village and sing and dance around the fire as the sun rose, greeting the day, thanking the earth for everything they had. Then each woman would take her hot beverage and go meditate in whichever style they pleased; painting, yoga, walking, sitting, generating ideas and pondering the world, life's little (and not so little) mysteries. 

Their village was a beautiful piece of land with a river passing through it and forest all around. There were communal vegetable gardens interspersed all through the space. In this village there was a girl named Heather. Heather had long golden locks and walked about the village strumming original tunes about love and bicycles and cherry trees with big, bright red, waxy cherries.

There were many bake-offs in this village with big peach cobblers with real vanilla beans grown on Heath's porch, or apple pies made with cheese from the goats that roamed the village. 

It was a peaceful place.

To Be Continued...

The Hard Stuff- Brandon

I liked the way you called me girl, you were the first one to talk to me at my new job, I was so nervous about being new on the road and it felt nice to be talked to. I was really attracted to you. You're lips were amazing to kiss, so cushy and yummy.

I had fun playing scrabble with you and your friend. We laughed a lot and I made tea.

Making love with you was intense. You were kind of aggressive and I wasn't sure how I felt about it, but I was turned on so I went with it. At one point I cried because the aggressiveness was quite emotional for me. You didn't know how to deal with it and you left to go to the bathroom. We stayed up almost all night fucking and then slept intertwined.

The next day I ran into a friend and she asked me why my face was shining so brightly. I told her about you and how much I thought we had connected. I was really stoked. I thought you're text messages where you were worried about the cats getting out were very sweet and it was even sweeter that you went back to make sure they were comfortable. 

Little did I know you were taking $900 out of my drawer. Did you take right away before you left my house or were you not able to resist the second time you went back?? Did you feel guilty? Do you ever think about me? Do you know how much it hurt me? I cried all night. I couldn't breathe when I realized what you had done, I just froze. 

It was hard for me to trust people for a while. I felt very alone, because I'm pretty new to Toronto and now I was questioning who could I really feel safe with? Who could I invite over to my house? I didn't have many people over for a while.

It's not the amount of money that hurts so much. Money is just paper. You hurt my feelings really, really bad. I've felt so sad, so frustrated and angry, cried so much. I've thought about hurting you many times, but I don't think that would make me feel better. I guess I just need time and deep breaths. At the end of the day, I just feel sorry for you.

By: Anonymous

Who's your favourite female artist?

I choose Joan Biaz for her full vibratos. Any Suggestions?

How to design a city for women

http://www.theatlanticcities.com/commute/2013/09/how-design-city-women/6739/

Contributed by: Whitney French

The bargain of being a woman

http://www.shakesville.com/2009/08/terrible-bargain-we-have-regretfully.html

Contributed by: Hayley Easto

Trigger Warning

Before you visit this website please note the contents in the URL.

http://www.buzzfeed.com/regajha/27-survivors-of-sexual-assault-quoting-the-people-who-attack

Contributed by: Whitney French

Today's Woman

A Dept store Sweden introduced these normal-size mannequins. Instead of size 00, these gals are a size 12 and 16. Some are saying they "condone obesity." Pfft, the average woman is a size 14. "LIKE" and "SHARE" this picture if you think mannequins should look like this in store.

Contributed by: Steph Galas