Blueberries, Raspberries, & Small Grapefruits (The First Trimester)

I am pregnant. 

As I write this, only about six people in the world know.  But by the time this is published I will be out of my first trimester and feeling more at liberty to spread the news.  Plus my uterus will have expanded out of my pelvic bones making it more and more obvious that the reason I’m not drinking Scotch is not because “I just don’t feel like a drink,” but because even though I definitely feel like a drink, it isn’t the most responsible option for the little human growing in my tummy.

I was always on the fence about becoming a mom.  I worry about overpopulation and global warming and the general decline of civilization.  But as I approached “advanced maternal age” I decided now was the time to give it a go.  After almost a year of coming to terms with the reality that I had probably waited too long to try to conceive, a sonographer searching for uterine polyps and cysts blurted out, “I found a gestational sac!”  And then I was pregnant. 

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It’s Been Two Years

It has been almost two years

since I last gave a fuck about you.

And now,

hurtling home on wet gray roads,

with branches hanging low like sodden soldiers

and the smell of damp flesh all around,

I am reminded of your flavor:

all lemon, all bitterness,

vegetables rotting in an open grave,

the copper of a bit lip

and the diced skin around it,

dried meat and oil spills,

disease and Barbie heads,

clumpy mascara, leaf-litter and most of all,

Scorn.

It is lucky, then, that I have a window from which to spit out the taste of you.

— By Sarah Robertson

"I clicked on your web page titled ‘Girls’ hoping I might find some women surfers and what they were up to, but it entered into pages and pages of semi-naked, non-surfing girls. These images create a culture in which boys, men and even girls reading your magazine will think that all girls are valued for is their appearance. My posse of female surfers and I are going to spread the word and refuse to purchase or promote Tracks magazine.” 

The world needs more posses of female surfers and fewer editors who respond with statements like, “obviously they are not our primary audience”.

Thanks to everyone who came out to Cheer Up Charlie’s last night to support the women whose work is featured in Vagina's Spring '14 issue!

Thanks to everyone who came out to Cheer Up Charlie’s last night to support the women whose work is featured in Vagina's Spring '14 issue!

Something Like A Prologue

The fourth of eight children stood alone on an empty beach hugging San Francisco’s Great Highway, clothed in black and a leather jacket, looking out through globe-like eyes rimmed in black liner and heavy mascara clumped on her dark lashes like crows resting on a telephone wire.  Later, Lucy would be floating face down in the shallow water ebbing back and forth gently onto Bay Area sand as if she were kissing the hallowed ground softly out of silent thanks, but for now she was living, breathing, and mulling over what shit had come to in the last moments of her 19-year-old life. 

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Yes, Lucy was the fourth of eight babies, born to Gabriel and Lola, in a small province of the Philippines with an ocean view like a 5-star hotel and a literal dirt poor way of life just like any other 3rd world country. The family home was a small house, if you could even call it a house with a dirt floor and windows and doors open to mother nature. It was from this little shanty paradise, that the eight kids, mother, father, and grandmother made it across the Pacific ocean to find their dysfunctional selves in the middle of South San Francisco, mid-70’s. What a fucking beautiful time for 8 rebellious rock-and-roll babies to grow up and splinter out of their father’s alcoholic thunder with a fire under their asses like you’d never seen.  Lucy was the unlucky one. She was only the fourth one. She never made it out of the house in time to clear his nuclear explosions like the three before her did.  But Lucy did something different. She sobered the motherfucker up. If before her dad had been a raging wildfire, she reduced him to a smolder. 

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Bonsoir!

Phew! The past week sure has been a whirlwind. But responses to submissions are starting to be sent out so keep an eye on your inbox! If your work was accepted for publication in the Spring ‘14 issue, I’ll need a little more info from you right away.

Sincerely,

Hillary-Anne

I’ve been editing my SXSW Music photos all day long! Needless to say, I haven’t even started on zine work. If you haven’t sent your work in yet, you’ll have until 5pm tomorrow to get it to me! I’ll be starting the review process once I get home from work. 

Sincerely,
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I’ve been editing my SXSW Music photos all day long! Needless to say, I haven’t even started on zine work. If you haven’t sent your work in yet, you’ll have until 5pm tomorrow to get it to me! I’ll be starting the review process once I get home from work.

Sincerely,
Hillary-Anne

Today is the last day to reserve your half-page ad space in Vagina's Spring '14 issue for just $15! Email me at Hillary-Anne ((a-t)) TheVaginaZine.com by midnight if you’re interested in partnering with the zine while promoting your small biz/band/blog/etc. High-res

Today is the last day to reserve your half-page ad space in Vagina's Spring '14 issue for just $15! Email me at Hillary-Anne ((a-t)) TheVaginaZine.com by midnight if you’re interested in partnering with the zine while promoting your small biz/band/blog/etc.

Submissions are due tomorrow to Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com! Tell you lady friends and family High-res

Submissions are due tomorrow to Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com! Tell you lady friends and family

Give a little something to Vagina’s Kickstarter campaign if you’re able? At $1,500 I know for certain that I can pay contributors.

Rally Cry

Governor Perry made me cry June 25, 2013, the night after Wendy Davis stood and the people filibustered.  It wasn’t the first time and I’m sure it won’t be the last.  There comes a point when enough is enough. 

You see, living in Texas as a woman, a progressive and an atheist requires a lot of patience — something I don’t always have.  I’m a native Texan and hate the thought of leaving my home state, but the possibility has definitely crossed my mind before.  I used to daydream about leaving for more liberal pastures after college.  The events of the Texas legislature that week proved to me that I needed to stay here.  I think progressive Texans finally reached a tipping point when it comes to our state government, and I want to be here to help bring about the change.

No longer will we stand idly by as Republicans in the state House and Senate attempt to regulate abortion clinics out of existence.  No longer will we allow the religious beliefs of Evangelical Christians to dictate the healthcare and marriage laws of our state.  No longer will we let gerrymandering disenfranchise minority, lower-income, and student voters (no thanks to the Supreme Court).  

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Thanks for helping Vagina reach her $1k funding goal! To celebrate, all half-page ad spots in the first full-color issue will be just $15. Want to sponsor Vagina and promote your small biz/band/zine/etc? Email me at Hillary-Anne {{at}} TheVaginaZine.com High-res

Thanks for helping Vagina reach her $1k funding goal! To celebrate, all half-page ad spots in the first full-color issue will be just $15. Want to sponsor Vagina and promote your small biz/band/zine/etc? Email me at Hillary-Anne {{at}} TheVaginaZine.com

Keep those submissions coming, ladies!
Rules: 
-All self-identified women (vagina or no vagina!) may contribute 
-Limit word count to ~1,500 words
-JPEG images preferred
Send your work to Hillary-Anne ((at)) TheVaginaZine.com by Saturday, March 15 for consideration! High-res

Keep those submissions coming, ladies!

Rules

-All self-identified women (vagina or no vagina!) may contribute 

-Limit word count to ~1,500 words

-JPEG images preferred

Send your work to Hillary-Anne ((at)) TheVaginaZine.com by Saturday, March 15 for consideration!

Thanks to all the sponsors who made Vagina’s Winter ‘14 issue possible! If you’re interested in sponsoring our Spring ‘14 issue, please email Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com High-res

Thanks to all the sponsors who made Vagina’s Winter ‘14 issue possible! If you’re interested in sponsoring our Spring ‘14 issue, please email Hillary-Anne (at) TheVaginaZine.com