#women's writing

[yeetmeoffthisplanet]

love being the lesbian prof™ at my catholic college

[the-most-sublime-fool]

From the diary of Sei Shōnagon, a 10th century Japanese court lady

[elizalona]

ᴠᴇɴᴜꜱ ɪɴ ᴘɪꜱᴄᴇꜱ ᴍᴜꜱɪɴɢꜱ

My most sacred ritual as a woman is chasing a love that evades me.

I don't know when I started to build altars for feeble men. All I know is that with every offering of flesh and blood, an erosion began.

Fleeting affections became my solace. Greedy caresses and poisonous mouths took their share. The damage left in their wake felt like something akin to love.

A veil fell over my eyes. I hid behind trapped doors and unkept hair. I chain smoked til my throat was parched, a punishment.

I waited and waited and waited. Seasons passed.

Why do I let you take from me?

Our most sacred ritual as women is our innate regeneration.

Through the ash and stubbornness and bitten nails and clawed thighs, I still stood. I rid the smell of foreign sheets and saliva from my flesh.

Something else, something more foreign, began to breathe life back into me.

Shadows still wandered the halls at night, but I learned to wander with them.

Velvet curtains were pushed aside, the sun illuminated a forgotten portrait. The apparition of my former self. Instead of kindling flames for another, I now light a candle for myself.

The scent of jasmine stirs in the air, soul music drifts from the back room.

In the morning, I revel in the fondness of my own breath. It was strange at first, not awakening to the boozy snore of another.

It was like my senses became attuned to another frequency.

The sensation of touching citrus, the sight of birthing foliage in a plant.

I sing a song that ceased to exist, its lyrics like a forgotten incantation.

In the evenings, I rejoice in the company that is myself.

There are still times where I find myself in the mouth of hungry company, a man who is more predator than lover, but they come few and far between these days.

Our most sacred ritual as women is the ability to guide ourselves to warmer days. To guide ourselves into a fortress of tenderness.

[samaeljigoku]

Hubris and Envy

How I wish I were you, With eyes like the blazing cores of stars And hair like marrow plundered from an angel's wing Your body transforms disease to blessed youth, How I wish I were you

If only I hadn't done that, Plucked out the fibers of my own heart And bowed to the whim of each human ill that befell us, All I wanted was to impress you, but in the end I only came across as cruel

[ashotasfireandasdeepastheocean1]

...always learning 💕

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Nüshu (literally “women’s writing” in Chinese) is a syllabic script created and used exclusively by women in the Jiangyong County in Hunan province of southern China. Up until the late Qing Dynasty (1644-1912) women were forbidden access to formal education, and so Nüshu was developed in secrecy as a means to communicate. Since its discovery in 1982, Nüshu remains to be the only gender-specific writing system in the world. Read more here.

[noperopesaredope]

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

[going2hell4everythingbutbeingbi]

things to ask yourself when designing a female character:

how much blood is she covered in

are her eyes filled with madness

can she rip things to shreds with her fingernails

[genderqueerdykes]

you HAVE to expand what your mental image of what a woman looks like in order to progress past trans/misogyny and intersexism. when you finally accept that "woman" does not have a set look or sound, you free yourself from the chains of both patriarchy and radfem ideals. "woman" does not mean thin, pretty, hairless, short, quiet, large breasted, hour glass figured, weak, submissive, high voiced, or small.

women can and do look, act, and sound like anything. cis, intersex, trans, butch, non binary, gender non conforming, detrans, or anything else: any woman can look, act and sound like anything. we are just as diverse as any other member of this population. in order to acknowledge this, we must let go of the concept that a woman "should" look, act, or sound like anything.

[crimeronan]

i think about this tweet Every Time i see people scared to write women with flaws bc they think it'll come off as sexist. cannot believe this is nearly a decade old. Ahead Of Its Time.....

[the-most-sublime-fool]

In the winter, when it is very cold and one lies buried under the bedclothes listening to one's lover's endearments, it is delightful to hear the booming of a temple gong, which seems to come from the bottom of a deep well. The first cry of the birds, whose beaks are still tucked under their wings, is also strange and muffled.

From the diary of Sei Shōnagon (10th c. Japan)

[thewriteadviceforwriters]

🌸Describing Scents For Writers 🌸| List of Scents

Describing aromas can add a whole new layer to your storytelling, immersing your readers in the atmosphere of your scenes. Here's a categorized list of different words to help you describe scents in your writing.

🌿 Fresh & Clean Scents

Crisp

Clean

Pure

Refreshing

Invigorating

Bright

Zesty

Airy

Dewy

Herbal

Minty

Oceanic

Morning breeze

Green grass

Rain-kissed

🌼 Floral Scents

Fragrant

Sweet

Floral

Delicate

Perfumed

Lush

Blooming

Petaled

Jasmine

Rose-scented

Lavender

Hibiscus

Gardenia

Lilac

Wildflower

🍏 Fruity Scents

Juicy

Tangy

Sweet

Citrusy

Tropical

Ripe

Pungent

Tart

Berry-like

Melon-scented

Apple-blossom

Peachy

Grape-like

Banana-esque

Citrus burst

🍂 Earthy & Woody Scents

Musky

Earthy

Woody

Grounded

Rich

Smoky

Resinous

Pine-scented

Oak-like

Cedarwood

Amber

Mossy

Soil-rich

Sandalwood

Forest floor

☕ Spicy & Warm Scents

Spiced

Warm

Cozy

Inviting

Cinnamon-like

Clove-scented

Nutmeg

Ginger

Cardamom

Coffee-infused

Chocolatey

Vanilla-sweet

Toasted

Roasted

Hearth-like

🏭 Industrial & Chemical Scents

Metallic

Oily

Chemical

Synthetic

Acrid

Pungent

Foul

Musty

Smoky

Rubber-like

Diesel-scented

Gasoline

Paint-thinner

Industrial

Sharp

🍃 Natural & Herbal Scents

Herbal

Aromatic

Earthy

Leafy

Grass-like

Sage-scented

Basil-like

Thyme-infused

Rosemary

Chamomile

Green tea

Wild mint

Eucalyptus

Cinnamon-bark

Clary sage

🎉 Unique & Uncommon Scents

Antique

Nostalgic

Ethereal

Enigmatic

Exotic

Haunted

Mysterious

Eerie

Poignant

Dreamlike

Surreal

Enveloping

Mesmerizing

Captivating

Transcendent

I hope this list can help you with your writing. 🌷✨

Feel free to share your favorite scent descriptions in the replies below! What scents do you love to incorporate into your stories?

Happy Writing! - Rin T.

[counter-clock-wise]

I am currently watching the second half of Bridgerton Season 3 and I have some thoughts. I really did not like the first half for several reasons but the main issue on my mind right now is the question of women's writing. I am also currently ploughing through Mary Wollstonecraft's "Vindication for the Right of Woman" and I am finding it increasingly irksome and annoying as it is repetitive and, despite its feminist agenda, still quite restricting towards women. But then I stop myself and remind myself that the only reason I can have this opinion is because the freedom I experience today is exactly because of those women who fought against the regimes oppressing them and using every means necessary to make their voices heard. Can you imagine how depressing it must have been for Mary Ann Evans to have all of her accomplishments be accredited to a man's name? Or even worse, for Collette to have her work published under her husband's name and for him to reap all of the rewards??

I find myself in deep sympathy with Penelope this season because yes, Lady Whistledown is a gossip paper and yes she has hurt many people's reputations with it. But she also highlights some of the things Mary Wollstonecraft argues for: that it should be more important to act truly honest and virtuous instead of maintaining some false sense of propriety in order to keep a clean reputation. Lady Whistledown knows that and this is why she continuously calls out the members of the ton for their pretentious behaviour towards each other. Instead of preying upon the newest scandal they should acknowledge that they have all made mistakes in the past and aim to behave truly virtuously, with compassion and empathy for other people.

As we all should.

[vaguely-human-man]

Idk who needs to hear this but take that early transition girl out. Dress her up all pretty and assure her that anyone who dares to say a negative word will have to contend with you. Do her makeup and gently talk her through the steps, do one eye for her and let her try the other one on her own. Kiss her lips and watch the way she grins like a maniac at the imprint that her black lipstick leaves behind. Take her out to the movies or to the mall, walk around and buy her a pair of good boots without letting her look at the price tag, watch the way she smiles shyly and swoons even while insisting she doesn't need them. Tell her 'My love. You loved them instantly and they had your size- it's fate, they're meant to be yours,' and then help her sit down in one of the mall chairs to put them on, watch the way she prances around in them like an excited little girl.

Hold her hand and talk to the lady at Rue 21 for her because you know she's insecure about her voice. Go in the dressing room with her and gently help her into the skirt she was eyeing- one foot, a second, shimmy, shimmy, up- followed by a wonderfully soft sweater that falls just right over her frame. Hug her from behind while she looks in the mirror and feels beautiful, basking in her euphoria. Whisper into her ear how proud you are of her- how brave she is, how beautiful, how honored you are to be able to share this journey with her.

Take her to dinner and kiss her while you wait for your food, run your hands down her freshly shaven arms and gently caress over the back of her neck. Offer her some of your ramen while you take a bite of her fried rice, and clumsily attempt to feed her a bite of sushi with some chopsticks.

And then. Take her home, with all the bags that now hold the beginnings of her new wardrobe, and help her hang them up, try them on. Let her have a fashion show and gently wipe her makeup off before sleep. Kiss her and caress her and shower her with affection, with praise and love and adoration. Let her melt into your arms and if she cries let the tears soak into your shirt. Gently caress her hair and say 'its okay, baby girl. I love making you feel beautiful,'

Or something, idk.

[bernard-the-rabbit]

Oh alice..you would have loved Tim pls don't end up like him <3

[bunnys-kisses]

simon riley knew the years were catching up to him. he could feel the dull throb in his knee. his back started to hurt when he sat in the wrong position for too long. he even would a grey hair the other day. he honestly wondered if his boys were still working, or were the years of drinking, smoking and combat the thing that killed them all. he wanted to put that to the test. and you were his little test subject. it was hard for you to deny your commander, especially when he shoved you into the cramped areas that only became more cramped with his large body in them, and his cock drilled into your poor achy cunt. he'd often comment about how your sweet cunt drooled for him, coated his cock in slickness and practically begged to be filled, to be bred.

he'd often shove his fingers into your mouth as he fucked you from behind. his gruff voice in your ears, telling you to shut up mixed with promises of a stuffed cunt. up against shelves, over desks, in the back of military vehicles. on your knees, on your back. anyway he could have you, he was going to take the chance. if you have one more period, he's going to tie you down the bed and use you until that poor pussy of yours is drowned in his cum. you don't get it, you're too young and stupid to be worried about your biological clock. you think your breeding days are forever, but simon's wants to make sure every second counts as he has you bent in half with a milky ring around the base of his cock.

that soft little stomach of yours is gonna get nice and filled with his brats. little rileys running around, their grabby hands all over mama. you'd be off base and some place where the little ones can run around. and while they're down for their nap, simon's gonna make sure his woman gets some loving. as he spit in your mouth before he bruised your hips as he had you shoved over the edge of his bed. his hand in your hair as he made you whimper. maybe he was a sick man, but he had to make sure you got pregnant before he threw out his hip or knee. he could twist you into positions that allowed him to be more comfortable, you were young and flexible. you could handle being almost upside down while simon lapped at your cum soaked pussy, pulling a fifth orgasm out of you that night alone. his cum thoroughly stained your bed sheets and the lips of your pussy. your hole tender and coated in the creamy film of simon's cum. a promise of things to come.

it only took less than a year before you were feeling the aches of pregnancy replace the aches of sex. now he kept a broad hand over your swollen middle. you were gonna be a mama soon. and simon had the privilege of being the father. even with you on your back and your ankles over his shoulders, his cock drilling into you, you looked more beautiful than ever. a good woman always looked better on her back.

a/n: "what's a bunny's favourite music genre? hip-hop!"