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The end of 2013 was a bit of blur – I moved back to Liverpool, started an amazing new job and before I knew it Christmas was upon us. After the whirlwind of wrapping, too many mince pies and all the rounds of bellinis, there was time to reflect on 2013 and the new year ahead.

2013 was an up and down year, with unexpected events changing my outlook on all sorts of things. With this in mind I wanted to start 2014 with all sorts of positives. I’m challenging myself to do a swimathon, taking a course in feminist politics and trying to say yes to more.

Hopefully this means more blogging as I really do enjoy it and I should be making time for it. I always want to blog little pieces from my week so I’m going to start with small posts about my week…

This week I am:

Watching Girls – it’s back! I’ve only seen the first episode but I’m looking forward to the rest.

Listening to Fiona Apple, Rumours, Happy, M. Ward and Sam Cooke

Reading Tipping the Velvet and lots of interesting stuff about feminist politics

Eating All of the salmon, green smoothies and Irish Dairy Milk I can get my hands on. My weekend included trips to Baltic Bakehouse and Leaf for brunch, too.










Lusting after Everything from Dixi, swimming watches and Leo in Wolf of Wall St (go see it!)

Talking about Recently I seem to have had endless conversations with people about how this year is our year. Let’s hope so!

Oranges are not the Only Fruit

Oranges are not the Only Fruit

Today I finished Oranges are not the Only Fruit by Jeanette Winterson. What a CRACKING book (I’ll admit I probably don’t have a career ahead of me as a book reviewer).

Quite apart from the fact that it highlights the impact of the church on women and LGBT, it’s a flipping excellent look at female fear of the body. Jeanette’s mother isn’t repulsed by her daughter being a lesbian, far more importantly, she is repulsed by her being free with her body, whoever that might be with.

I think this is a pretty common phenomenon, not just amongst controlling mothers, but in young women themselves. The amount of girls I know who are uncomfortable naked, or admitting they might have ever had sex, or *shock horror* even masturbated.

It scares me that people are living in fear of themselves – you aren’t a mind with a body, it’s a part of you. Embrace it, go jump about naked! And don’t even get me started on the sex shaming – sex is NORMAL, people, it’s allowed to be fun, you can have it with whoever you want! You don’t have to talk about it, although if you want to you should be able to, but if you have some crazy fetish and you keep it secret from everybody but the one occupying your bed, that’s all that matters, because you’re having fun! This goes for boys too.

I feel like I’m on some kind of sex positivity mission. I’m going to write my next essay on female acceptance of the body and sexuality, and in my head (probably not on paper) I’ll be calling it SEX HAPPENS.

Read Oranges, I think it’ll change your life. (And for a little further reading, this article from Jeanette herself.)