A spoken word poem by Boshemia regular Taylor Wear. Taylor is a writer, a bruncher, and a young lover of old things. She will order whiskey and you’re allowed to think she’s doing it to impress you. Her favorite book and favorite shade of lipstick are both Lolita, a fabulous little coincidence. This poem first appeared here.
HOT DATING TIPS FOR THE COMPLETELY FUCKING UNDATEABLE
when he tells you his favorite drink is an old fashioned,
Bo-Arts is a bi-weekly art/literature initiative.Twice a month, Boshemia will share creative writing and visual art submissions from our readers and folks who identify as feminist to give a larger audience to emerging creatives. Our goal is to provide a platform for feminist artists to share and discuss their work.
This installment of Bo-Arts is brought to you by Mary Beth Kuhn. Mary is a classically trained pianist and poet who feels the most creative when she rides the DC metro after a couple glasses of sangria. Mary earned her Bachelor of Music degree from James Madison University. She genuinely likes most people and loves her husband, her greyhound, her cat, and her job at Wolf Trap Foundation for the Performing Arts.
This is Mary’s first poetry submission to Boshemia.
Our talented guest writer Elisha returns with her second instalment of Raising a Feminist.
We are all searching for the reason why we’re here. In some way or another, we’re all embarking on a journey that comes in the form of self-expression, personal development, accomplishment, fulfillment; success and purpose, whatever it may mean to you. The ways in which we try to fill the blanks between “I was born,” and “I was born, because…” are innumerable. Our journeys are all personal and vary greatly based on the individual, but something that I think gets lost is the divide between us as individuals and our children as individuals because being a parent is such an all-consuming job. We live and breathe for them which is, in so many ways, the most beautiful gift we give to them every day. With that said, something that we must remember is that our children each have their own identity and personage. If this is nurtured and encouraged, the product is Independent Children: children who are more inclined to be confident, self-sufficient, self-motivated, make better decisions, and collaborate better with peers.
Boshemia are proud to present a new periodical series titled “Raising a Feminist”, from regular guest writer and US Boshemia babe Elisha. We’ll hand over and let her introduce herself and her gorgeous daughter.
When I first started on my path of motherhood I was clueless.
Real talk: I was under the personal fable that even though I had no idea what I was doing with my life, somehow the love that I had for the life growing within me would be enough. Though I knew that, scientifically, what was growing inside of me was little more than a bundle of cells, Ryenne was already a person to me in mind and spirit, a life which needed to be intertwined with mine. All my confusion was veiled with the endearing, rose-coloured tint that my pregnancy and the hopeful anticipation of this amazing human had cast upon my life. Realistically, I knew very little about myself or who I wanted to be, but I ardently felt (and still feel) that I could wield a metaphorical scythe which would clear away the brambles of our difficult world for this little being; forging a path which could make Ryenne a better person than I could ever have dreamed to be. In this new age of parenting, we are finding this often: parents whose aim is to create a generation free of the binds that have previously tied us. These binds which cause discrimination against us for race, gender, sexuality, religion or lack thereof, unconventional physical and mental abilities: all the demarcations which make misguided minds very uncomfortable, but over which we have no control. We are parents whose goal is to raise a generation of trauma-free individuals with the capability to surpass the pitfalls of the society in which we were raised. We are Feminist parents, Progressive Parents, Modern Families.
Emily Jessee returns to Boshemia to share her reflections on the weeks following the 2016 American election, dissecting The American Problem and looking ahead to Trump’s America. Emily is a young feminist creative who uses platforms like photography to portray the harshness and vulnerability of the world around her.
It is as if reality has become something that dystopia cannot even begin to describe.
Today’s guest writer is a scholarly friend of the blog. John is a DPhil Theology student at the University of Oxford who is specialising in fourth-century Christianity. His key interests are intersectional feminism, the history of European philosophy and left-wing politics.
Only a couple of days after Donald Trump’s presidential victory, a photo was released showing Trump and Nigel Farage, the leader of the United Kingdom Independence Party (not, as FOX would have you believe, the leader of the opposition) in a lift, wearing expensive suits, surrounded by polished marble and filigreed metal. We’ve all seen it. Considering their backgrounds, this is to be expected – Trump is a billionaire born to the ultra-rich, and Farage is a privately-educated ex-city trader born to a city trader. They are every bit the essence of privilege – white, older rich men. Yet both their recent campaigns tried to replace their privilege with compassion, declaring Brexit and Trump to be the manifestations of the will of the “left behind.”
US Boshemia babe Elisha returns to Boshemia to share her anger, strength, and her plans to raise her daughter as a feminist during Trump’s presidency.
The night before election day, before I put my daughter to sleep, I read to her from an adorable, feminist book for kids: My First Book of Girl Power. I was nearly giddy as I read through the book with Ryenne three times per her demand request. As I watched her wholeheartedly relishing the themes of strength, bravery, intelligence, and teamwork, I felt a swelling sense of pride: pride in my daughter, in my country, in my ambitious female friends who inspire me every day. I felt an overwhelming gratitude for the suffragettes who came centuries before me; who paved the way for the feminist I’m able to be today. With each emphatic repetition of “brave” and “strong” I heard from my daughter whilst reading that book, my confidence grew stronger that our country held the proper reverence for my sweet daughter’s budding strength and independence. Continue reading “No Common Housewife || How to Raise a Feminist Daughter”→