fact or fiction
Is it fact or merely fiction? Fact or Fiction explores the myths and beliefs we hold about women's health issues, sexism, gender roles, and the female experience.
Incarnantes of Aphrodite
As the balance of the inner Divine Masculine and Feminine stabilizes, there is a seemingly unusual breed of women coming to light. I say unusual, but I find her to be quiet usual, and fantastic. I have had the honor of meeting and loving a few of the Divine deLights via our many travels and open hearts and they continue to appear from the mists into our reality. Thank you Goddess for bringing me close to sisters who know and understand this flame that burns with in my depth!
By Alice Knight-Hawk 5 years ago in Viva
What Makes A Woman Old?
I got my feelings hurt last night. This morning, I’m still butt-hurt over it and I’m trying to understand why. The guys were bullshitting in the garage, as is usual on a Friday night. I look forward to those conversations as much as they do. Cold drinks, good company, lots of good-natured trash-talk, lots of laughter, and lots of love.
By Donna Sterling5 years ago in Viva
Broken Line
The train rattled out of the station, that life was behind her now. Her shoulder pressed against the cold window, the condensation blurring the view of the city. A hastily filled handbag filled with whatever she could grab sat on her lap. At the bottom lay a notebook, lost long ago. In the panic of her leaving she didn’t have time to go back to it, but with the hours that lay ahead she needed something to do.
By Nathan Parish5 years ago in Viva
When You Feel Unsafe, Do You Start to Lie?
When the seed of doubt blooms and you decide you need to protect yourself, when do you start to lie? Right before I started working in New York City, I had a concerning encounter when waiting for a train. Parking was an absolute nightmare since I was a daily parker, not a permit parker. After that twenty-minute ordeal of squeezing into an absurdly tiny space from an absurdly tiny lane that didn’t leave much navigating room, I went up and waited with all the other sad commuters standing out in the twenty-degree weather.
By Leigh Victoria Phan, MS, MFA5 years ago in Viva
A Cry Never Heard Too
As time went on Lilianna became best friends with Mary Jane. Her father had never looked at her the same and it felt like wonderful life that she once knew would never be the same. Before the travesty against her body she had been somewhat an ambivert, knowing when to be introvert and extrovert. However after the rape she went completely changed, becoming an introvert completely. It was as if her spirit internally had been crushed, no longer in touch with God. She started to question if he was real, why would he let that happen to her, was it her fault for being disobedient or sneaky. Poor Lilianna, a child that had to face so many hard questions.
By EnlightenedMindzSpeak6 years ago in Viva
Close to You
A bare stage. Slowly, a single pool of light to the far left side lights up. It is a perfect circle. Gradually, the intensity of the light brightens, threatening to blind us for a moment until it dims down to tolerance. We wait for a minute until a second pool of light comes up in line with the first on the right side of the stage. This does the same as the first light, brightening with much intensity but then returns to tolerance. Finally, the last pool of light glows in between the others far upstage and center, to reveal the silhouette of A NAKED MAN standing in a tub of water. His back is turned to us. The NAKED MAN can be a father, a brother, a lover, a rapist, or a photographer. We don’t know. What we do know is that the light he is in doesn’t get brighter. It just obeys the laws of darkness, and is barely lit, leaving the man in an uncomfortable night. From stage left, A GIRL walks in backwards, holding an empty leash in her left hand and a basket in the other. She seems to be looking for something, or searching for someone—perhaps the animal that belongs on the leash, or the food that belongs in the basket. This too, we do not know. What we do know is that the basket is white, and the leash is white with red. Both were made to be white, but a crimson design lives on the collar of the leash. The crimson is blood. A GIRL steps into the first stage left pool of light, and blinks eight times in an attempt to clear her vision. She inhales deeply. The sound of her inhale is magnified, and the tiny breath can be heard from six directions. A DRUNK enters from upstage, passes the NAKED MAN, and joins the GIRL, dressed in an elegant evening gown made of green silk. Her wet hair hangs on her cheeks, and she appears to be very pregnant, stretching the delicate fabric too thin around her swollen belly. The two speak.
By Melanie Ernestina6 years ago in Viva
What Does a Rapist Look Like?
We all want to believe that a rapist is an undeniable monster. A person who is so easy to pick out in the crowd for being an undeniable creep. They are that stranger in the dark alley or lurking in the bushes. Some despicable man with no semblance of soul or care for other human beings that lives to attack women because he couldn't be with a woman otherwise.
By Teela Hudak6 years ago in Viva
