Welcome to A Room of Our Own

A Feminist/ Womanist Network

A Room of Our Own: A Feminist/ Womanist Network  is a trans-inclusive, women-only blogging platform created to share women’s writing, art, experiences and musings. It was created both to combat cultural femicide – the term coined by feminist writer Bidisha to define the erasure of women from politics, art, and culture – and celebrate women’s creativity in a space without men.

Scrap the "rape clause" and the "family cap" on social security payments.

 

As the “rape clause” exemption cannot be delivered in a way that does not breach women’s rights and undermine women’s equality and safety, we call on the UK Government to repeal the “family cap” measures in the Welfare Reform and Work Act 2016, including all of its exemptions.

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What I Remember - A Collection of Short Stories

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A collection of short stories from the campaign Everyday Victim Blaming featuring Sian Norris and Huma Munshi. All funds go to financially supporting the campaign!

 

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Anthology of Women Writers to help financially support our network!

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Check out our fabulous anthology of women’s essays, poetry, and short stories and help financially support our feminist and womanist network!

Paperback       Kindle

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Latest Post:

The Abstracted Woman by @CatEleven

Cross-posted from: The Occasional Poet
Originally published: 03.03.17

I’m not an abstract
That you can take out of its box
And place in a column
Total up and measure
Against some statistic
Of two a week
Or 134 a term
Or once in a lifetime
Or after the age of 30
I’m not an abstract
That you can tesselate
To make pictures
Of veils
Or makeup
Or underwires
Or bound feet
Of folds of skin
Like dunes from a desert
That you’ll never see in the flesh
I’m not an abstract
Sat in a cell
Or sat in a line
On a border
In a boat
On a floor
At a stove
Squatting and heaving
Doubled over
I am all and none
I am solid and hollowed out
I am breathing, but barely
I am laughing
And devastated
I am desperate
And god
So utterly bored
So fully fatigued
At my kitchen worktop
At my boardroom table
At my mud-dug well
At my birthing chair
At my parent-teacher conference
At the grocery store
On the floor
On the bed
Against the wall
I am abstracted
Distracted
I am

 

One Woman’s Thoughts I am a feminist and this is my blog; a collection of perspectives, poetry and ideas.  Twitter @CatEleven