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Thank you to the incredible Summer ‘14 sponsors! Interested in sharing your small biz with Vagina’s international fan base? How about supporting the creative work of women around the world? Half-page ads in the Fall ‘14 are just $25! Email me at Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com for more information High-res

Thank you to the incredible Summer ‘14 sponsors! Interested in sharing your small biz with Vagina’s international fan base? How about supporting the creative work of women around the world? Half-page ads in the Fall ‘14 are just $25! Email me at Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com for more information

I’m so excited to announce that the wonderfully talented, very cool, and sincerely sweet Kendal Kulley will be designing the Fall ‘14 cover! Kendal and I first met when her friend Asia Rose Phua had her work featured in the Winter issue. Since then, Kendal’s print work and photography have been featured in the Spring and Summer issues. I hope that you’ll submit some of your work for the Fall ‘14 issue, whether you’re a first-timer or a regular contributor! — TheVaginaZine.com/Work High-res

I’m so excited to announce that the wonderfully talented, very cool, and sincerely sweet Kendal Kulley will be designing the Fall ‘14 cover! Kendal and I first met when her friend Asia Rose Phua had her work featured in the Winter issue. Since then, Kendal’s print work and photography have been featured in the Spring and Summer issues. I hope that you’ll submit some of your work for the Fall ‘14 issue, whether you’re a first-timer or a regular contributor! — TheVaginaZine.com/Work

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Motorcycle Garden

We sat in the garden after he showed me the motorcycle he recently bought. He told me that he rode his motorcycle during the summer months but now it was autumn. He said the word “autumn” like it was a problem or a reason to stop doing things.  I guess the rain makes it more difficult to ride but then I wondered if he was just more of a seasonal rider. Maybe it was like how I stopped drawing after I graduated from art school but every other weekend or so I take out my supplies and try to make something that looks really good. The people at school had a word for that: “Sunday-painters”. It meant that you treated art like a hobby rather than a way of life.

I wish art felt the same way as it did when I was a little kid. When I would try to draw perfect green trees with my stubby, dirty, little crayons and the leaves ended up with streaks of orangey-red and brown in it. I used to try and scratch out the wrong colors with my fingernails. The picture would be smudged and ruined as far as I was concerned. My mom would see my drawings and say, “Oh, look its fall-time!” as if all my mistakes made everything so much better. 

His leather jacket squeaks when he moves, even just to brush some hair out of his eyes. I wonder how he gets around the city if he’s not riding his motorcycle anymore.


“Do you wear your motorcycle jacket on the bus?” I ask, because I wonder if that deteriorates your street-cred. He doesn’t answer me so I ask him if he’s a “Sunday-rider”. He looks irritated as he finally reveals: “When I get enough money together for some winter tires, I’ll keep on riding”. 

We sit quietly for a moment. Everything in the garden looks soggy and rotten; it reminds me that I should clean out the vegetable crisper in my fridge. I know that deep down there are a lot of squash and root vegetables growing healthily beneath the ground, but you wouldn’t know it by just looking at it. Then I notice that he has begun talking again. He is telling me a story from the I-need-to-find-myself trip to Europe he took several years ago. He begins the story with a shrug but I can’t help but remember that was the first time we broke up. 

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Submissions for the Fall ‘14 issue are due no later than September 10! Visit TheVaginaZine.com/Work for more information how, what, and why to share  High-res

Submissions for the Fall ‘14 issue are due no later than September 10! Visit TheVaginaZine.com/Work for more information how, what, and why to share 

Thank you to the incredible Summer ‘14 sponsors! Interested in sharing your small biz with Vagina’s international fan base? How about supporting the creative work of women around the world? Half-page ads in the Fall ‘14 are just $25! Email me at Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com for more information High-res

Thank you to the incredible Summer ‘14 sponsors! Interested in sharing your small biz with Vagina’s international fan base? How about supporting the creative work of women around the world? Half-page ads in the Fall ‘14 are just $25! Email me at Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com for more information

Mother,

your sadness is palpable,
it’s heavy and tired and i can feel it
as you shuffle around the house, searching for a job
in a field you didn’t choose but that your husband deems 
good enough while
he drinks bottles of scotch
and complains that your daughter is settling for jobs that aren’t
good enough and
would you stop putting so much damn salt
on the fish and fuck it i’ll just eat more bread this dinner isn’t
good enough,
a phrase you’ve now
internalized.

mother,
your sadness is aromatic,
and i wish it wasn’t because it smells like blood
and i make excuses to go into your bathroom
to brush my teeth
so i can search for red stains on your bath towels
and find you crying in bed
like that time i rushed into your room
cause clay was waiting outside to take me to a movie
and aren’t 15-yr-old girls supposed to be the ones
sobbing in their bed, dragging razors to their forearms,
watching red stains grow on thin white sheets
because no one will listen to them
and

mother,
your sadness is infuriating,
blaming your husband
for not letting you invest in dreams you have
of owning a farm and selling those
strange worms that you whisper to
while they digest my apple peels,
blaming the government for the lack of jobs
and how they outsourced a job
you hated anyways,
blaming everyone else because you’re too scared of change
to live your dreams and you’re too scared of failure
to take a change and you’re too scared of everything
and


mother,
i finally get you out of the house and we get coffee
and i try to tell you about things i’m excited about and
maybe 24 will be my best year yet and
i’m starting a magazine and
don’t tell dad he would just deem it not
good enough but your eyes kind of stare off
into a steam rising from the parking lot
because thank God texas is finally getting some rain
and you ask me
if I know what tiny houses are,
because dad made you throw away the strange worms
and no one else will listen
and yes

mother,
buying some land and living in a tiny house with your worms
does sound like a dream.

— By Kelly Dugan of Peach Fuzz

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With September 1 just around the corner, Texans will be facing the second wave of HB2 restrictions. To fight back, Vagina has been standing alongside abortion fund providers. With every shirt purchased, 35% of profits will be donated to the Whole Woman’s Texas Action Fund to help Texans access safe abortion care. Thank you to everyone who’s contributed in our partnership in the past and I hope you’ll encourage your friends and family to continue to Stand With Texas Grrrls! As always, the shirts will be printed by my babes at Fine Southern Gentlemen High-res

With September 1 just around the corner, Texans will be facing the second wave of HB2 restrictions. To fight back, Vagina has been standing alongside abortion fund providers. With every shirt purchased, 35% of profits will be donated to the Whole Woman’s Texas Action Fund to help Texans access safe abortion care. Thank you to everyone who’s contributed in our partnership in the past and I hope you’ll encourage your friends and family to continue to Stand With Texas Grrrls! As always, the shirts will be printed by my babes at Fine Southern Gentlemen

Interested in sharing your small biz with Vagina’s international fan base? How about supporting the creative work of women around the world? Half-page ads in the Fall ‘14 are just $25! Email me at Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com for more information High-res

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The Myth of Silence

*Trigger warning for sexual assault and victim-blaming.

What an absurdity it is, to lose one’s voice.  To lose faith in the belief that you might have anything at all worth saying, worth hearing.  To feel that it would be better to remain silent than to risk being told to shut up.

Yet in honesty, your voice is not something you lost, as though it were something you misplaced absent-mindedly, a set of keys that you realized you’d held in your hand the whole time after all.

It is something another person robbed from you and took by force.  A man who used the weight of his body to tell you that what you say means nothing and can be disregarded as easily as a mother’s advice.  The congregation with their cold shoulders and a message legitimized by a pulpit and priestly stoles, that woman is borne of silence and delivered by servitude.  Acquaintances and strangers whose words mean well but say nothing, and maybe if you’d been a little more careful, you wouldn’t be in this situation, would you?  Bystanders, as silent then as you are now.

You do not have to listen to them anymore.  You can use your voice to tell others that they don’t have to listen and to tell a better story about who we can be as humans.

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